Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... something to say, looking around us to see if anyone else was looking at me. "No, don't explain. I understand. I think it's really neat." I relaxed a little and felt her continue moving against me. "No one else could know. You look great. I didn't even know until we were dancing for a while." "You understand?" "Yeah. My b*****r, he's 20 and in college now, used to do this. I mean like you." "You mean it's okay with you?" "Yeah, sure. I think it's neat. He even taught me how to dress and went with me to buy clothes and stuff. It was fun. We'd go to the mall when he was dressed. He's the one who showed me how to do makeup right." We danced for a while as I thought about what she'd said. "My mom did mine tonight. This is the first time," I said finally. "Really?" She pushed me away from her enough to look into my face. "Your first time?" "Yeah." I blushed under her close scrutiny. "You really do it well. I'd never have known." We danced quietly for a little while longer before she spoke again into my ear. "I don't know why it's a big deal," she said. "Girls wear boy clothes all the time. You know, like pants and teeshirts and stuff." "Maybe it's the part about being not normal that makes it so exciting," I said. I noticed that I had calmed down now, my hard-on back to a more normal state. We danced some more. I enjoyed my arms around her back and hers still rubbing the back of my neck. Now we danced too closely for her rub herself against me much. It helped me control myself. ...

... "Did you see your mom and me dancing?" she asked in my ear again. "Yes." "Did you think that was sexy?" "Yeah. It looked like you got her excited like you did me." "More than excited," she said with a smile that extended to her words. We danced without talking for a while. "Would you like me to show you what I was doing with her?" she said softly. "Ah, I don't know." "Well, I will a little and if you want, you can stop me." We continued to dance but she lowered her arms between us until, with arms bent, her hands were on the breast forms. Her hands kneaded the breast forms but somehow, maybe imagination, they almost felt real. I could definitely feel them moving on my own skin under them. Then she unbent the arm away from any possible watchers, putting her hand down to the front of my skirt. When she rubbed there, I felt it directly. Then she turned her head somehow and I felt drawn to turn mine to look at her. The hand that had been fondling the breast form rose then to the spot under my hair at the back of my neck. She pulled my mouth to hers and, when our lips met, I found hers already open and waiting for me. The tips of her fingers found the hem of my short skirt in front and moved it up slightly. She broke the kiss and said, "Hold me tight to you now." I did, my fingers shaking where they pressed against the small of her back. As our mouths closed over each other, I felt her fingers lift the skirt higher between us until only the thin material of the panties were between ...