Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... blushed and smiled with embarrassment as she met my eyes. She looked down to avoid my look. "This is Dix. Dixie." I leaned forward and shook the girl's hand. I felt the sweat of her palms. Or was that something else on her fingers. All of us sat down around the small table, my mother ordering another round of drinks for us. Soon I felt the girl's eyes on me uncomfortably and looked up at her. She looked at me as if she had a secret -- perhaps what she had done with my mother on the dance floor -- before she looked down at the table. This allowed me to really look at her for a moment. She was very pretty in an almost little-girl kind of way. Her face was clear and sported almost no makeup. She only wore a little eyebrow pencil, mascara, and a light-colored lipstick. The makeup only added to her very big, dark eyes and pouty lips. Her long light brown hair was held in a band behind one ear that directed it all over her right shoulder something like a ponytail but longer and freer. The lightweight white dress she wore was just tailored enough for evening dress rather than school clothes. The front of it was swollen enough to show her development and the primary reason I believed her to be in her late teens. Now I could see the marks of her hardened nipples through the material of her dress and the bra under it. The skirt was short and she seemed to have a little trouble managing it, frequently pulling it downward and smoothing it over her legs though its shortness made that a ...

... losing proposition. Her tightly crossed legs were all that kept me from seeing between her legs under the short hem. She wore only short, fairly thick heels on the white sandals that buckled around her ankles. She wore no nylons though her legs were so smooth I wouldn't have known but for the lack of the more obvious material on her toes. She seemed to nervously move her toes in the open toes of the sandals constantly. "Isn't that right, Dixie?" my mother said, attracting my attention. "What? I wasn't listening." "This is one of the first times you've had alcoholic drinks. Right?" "Yes," I answered. I saw the girl smile as she looked up at me without raising her head. I squirmed nervously. It was as if my mom were pointing out my youth. And right now, I didn't want that pointed out. I listened for a moment to my mom and Lois's talk to ensure I wasn't asked another question. But after a moment the topic moved off to their shared memories of school. "Would you dance with me?" the girl asked then very softly. My stomach fluttered and I could feel the blush through my face. I only smiled weakly and nodded. I watched as she stood up, pulling her skirt down self-consciously. I stood up and found that I needed to check my skirt as well, brushing the back of it down where it had been under me. Walking on opposite sides of the table, we both got to the little dance floor, with its other female dancers, at the same time. She put her hand on my right shoulder and I mentally shifted from ...