Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... my dance with Lois, and took her other hand in mine, leading. We moved close together and then moved to the music, completely synchronized. I was surprised at how easy it seemed to dance with her. "You're so pretty," she said close to my ear, "that I almost feel like I'm dressed in a sack." "No!" I said with real feeling. "Your dress is beautiful. Besides, this is just a skirt and blouse." I said the last after a little pause to remember what it was that I was wearing. "But you wear it so well," she continued. "It looks very dressy. Classy." "Thank you. But I like yours even better." We danced in silence for a minute. The music seemed to continue without breaks like at a normal dance. You danced as long as you wanted and quit whenever you wanted to. It wasn't like you needed to ask for another dance or make a decision in between songs. I had learned to dance with my lead arm bent, softly holding the girl's hand, rather than sticking straight out. But now she seemed to pull it in toward us even more until her hand was on my other shoulder. After a few minutes, she lifted my hand and guided it down to her waist to join my other hand then returned hers to my shoulder. Her left arm was now around the back of my shoulder, her hand at the back of my neck, under the long blond hair of the wig. Her fingers kept moving on the sensitive skin of my neck. Then her other hand moved up until it was behind my neck as well. It felt neat having her fingers touch me like that, sending little ...

... shivers all through me, but what I really noticed was the way this position, with her arms up high, pushed her full breasts into mine. And she seemed to purposely move so her front rubbed against the soft breast forms I wore. "Mmmm," I heard myself moan into her bare shoulder. Suddenly, I realized she was doing this on purpose, getting me excited as she rubbed herself against my front. And I was getting excited. Only the slightly more solid panties Lois had given me were holding me. I remembered! I wasn't a pretty girl at all. I was a guy. And I was fully prepared to prove it now as my member was fully grown inside the lightly restraining panties. God! I was going to get caught by this little girl! Right here on the dance floor in front of everybody! I looked toward the table and saw my mother and Lois smiling back as they watched us dance. I didn't think they understood what could happen. "I love the way it feels to dance with you," she said then into my neck. "Yeah," I said nervously, trying to keep her from rubbing against the front of the skirt. "I like dancing with you, too." "No," she said very softly almost at my ear. "I like the masquerade. I like secretly dancing with a guy like this." "What?" I startled. She laughed softly. "How could I not know?" she asked. "Can you see?" I said, worried. "No. But I can feel." Now I, too, felt as she pushed her center into my front and I could feel her body directly pressing against my hard-on. "I ... I ..." I searched nervously for ...