Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... her hand and my body. She broke the kiss again. "I wasn't sure before ..." she grinned. "I mean absolutely." I felt her fingers find the leghole of the panties and move between my legs. "This is what I did to your mom." Her eyes glistened with mischief as her fingers moved between my legs. It was very exciting. Her hand moved up a little and then I felt them inside the top of the panties. Then down inside them. Then, finding me, around my hardness. She kissed me harder as her fingers enfolded me and I released another moan into the kiss. Then I stopped getting any input from the world as her hand began stroking me. I couldn't keep myself still and knew I was pumping into her hand. Then I felt my release and moaned even more firmly. My body settled then and I felt her removing her hand from the panties. She broke the kiss and returned her head to my shoulder and her mouth to my ear. "I forgot about this," she said. "Let's go to the restroom. I've got to clean up. And so do you." I'd forgotten, too. Damn. I nodded, embarrassed again. As I closely followed her to the restroom, I saw that she held one hand closed as if she were holding something in it. I knew what it was. When the restroom door closed behind us, I was amazed as she grinned at me and held her hand out, the palm and fingers coated with my come. I flushed then just watched as she stared into my eyes and lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it. I could see the thick white stuff on her tongue as she turned it into ...

... her mouth. I had to close my eyes to keep from getting another hard- on. "I've got to clean up," I groaned, "before this stuff stains my skirt." "Yeah. You do that and I'll just clean up my own way." She licked her hand again as I turned to the stall. Again, I sat down and pulled the panties off. Looking at the inside of the skirt, I could see that only a tiny spot colored it and I quickly rubbed it off. I urinated, then wiped carefully before standing and pulling the skirt down. When I went to the sinks, Michelle was just finishing washing her hands. I kind of hoped she'd mostly washed it off but, looking at her, thought she probably hadn't. Trying not to be too blatant about it, I rinsed out the panties and squeezed the wet material as tightly as I could. She'd moved up to the sink beside me and watched the end of the process. Deciding I wasn't keeping anything from her anyway, I held up the wet panties, seeing the come was completely washed out now. I turned to her and she gently kissed me, her tongue moving past my lips. Quickly I stepped back. "You can't do that. I can't get another hard-on now. Without anything to hold myself in." She nodded then smiled. Stepping back a step, she lifted the hem of her dress at both sides and put her fingers into the sides of her panties, quickly pushing them down until she could step out of them. I watched every move, feeling myself hardening again against my will. "They aren't much," she said, holding the sheer white panties up for my ...