Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... inspection. "But you wear them." I nodded and took them. They were moist in the crotch like Lois's had been. I leaned against the basin as I stepped into them and pulled them up on the sides. "Wait," she said, looking toward the closed door. "I've got to see what my panties are going to be protecting." Then she lifted the front of my skirt as I pulled the panties up further. Before I could cover my partially hard member, she grabbed it. "Yes. My panties are going to have fun anyway." Then she helped me settle the still harder member into the low-cut panties that barely could contain me. "Now it's my turn," I said as I pulled the skirt back into place. "I get to see what your panties used to be protecting." I moved her part way across the room to the cot-like couch behind the door. Then I reached for the hem of her dress and, looking in her eyes to make sure she approved, lifted it. As I held it at her waist, I looked. Her legs came together but the meeting was covered by a well manicured brush of dark hair, the color of her head hair exactly. I pushed her backward slightly to sit on the couch. My fingers sought the junction of her legs and, as they found the hair, she moved her leg up onto the edge of the couch to her side. It opened her to my inspection completely. Without thinking, I knelt on the floor in front of the couch and my mouth dropped into the hair between her legs. I tasted the wetness that coated the inside of her thighs and kissed the cleft. I sought and ...

... finally found the much tinier bud of womanhood that hid in the folds of skin. When I closed my mouth over it, her hands came to my hair, almost dislodging the wig, as her body bucked and surged with her climax. I moved back a few inches and looked at her pleasure-filled face before I noticed the wetness now spilling from her. I had to taste her. My mouth dove for the moistness, my tongue for the hole it came from. As it entered, her body quivered and bounced again with another climax. She did that very easily, I thought, as I continued to clean her to the extent of my tongue and she climaxed again. "Oh, stop, stop, stop," she moaned, pushing me away. "You've got to stop." After another smaller quake, I did. After she'd rested for a few minutes without pulling her skirt down, she finally stood up again. Her eyes shown as brightly as her dazzling smile. Hugging each other with one arm, we left the restroom and re-entered the dark lounge. When we got to the table, my mother stood up and said it was time to leave. I was unhappy but knew there would be another time. When Lois stood up and put her arm around Michelle, I looked at them with a little jealousy. "Madge, you and Dixie have got to come to our house and see us soon," she said. I hated that they were living together, if that was the arrangement. Now I wondered if Michelle had been a street girl or what the story was. I listened to my mother say that we would try to come see them or have them to our house soon. I couldn't stand ...