Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... side with the sexy skirts and nightgowns, there were all sorts of high heels with feathers or clear plastic across the toes or higher heels than she normally wore. And with the party dresses there were silver and gold colored high heels and shiny patent leather ones -- one red pair with really high heels and gold caps on the sharp, tiny heels. Then I saw the shoes I thought were the sexiest of all. They were black leather, what there was of them, and a series of thin straps that went across the toes and up the sides and around the ankle to buckle with little buckles. Then I had an idea. First I held my mom's sneakers up to the bottom of my own shoe while I stood on one leg and saw that they were the same size as mine. Grabbing the sexy pair of shoes, I sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled off my sneakers. Looking up at the door, my heart fluttered with excitement and fear. I peeled off my socks and quickly put the shoes on, my fingers shaking so badly I had a terrible time getting the tiny buckles to fasten. Then looking down at them, I stood up and walked a few steps. After catching the heel on the material of the carpet once and almost tripping, I found that if I sort of walked on my tiptoes, I didn't have any trouble. When I stood still, I could stand upright, purposefully resting my heels on the shoes as well as the toes. My balance was precarious but I was still pretty comfortable. I could feel the strain in my calves though. As I stood there looking down at the ...

... shoes on my feet, I realized that I was really hard. I could see my dick pressing against my pants. All these beautiful clothes were driving me crazy. In a flash, I decided what to do about it. Walking fairly comfortably now, I walked to the bathroom and opened the hamper. As I thought I might, I found a pair of those sexy, thin panties of my mother's right on top. I grabbed them and then pulled off a healthy amount of toilet paper from the roll. Smiling and still shaking with fear and anticipation now, I went back to her room. First I hung the two really sexy short dresses on the top of her closet door. Pulling my pants and shorts down to my knees, I wrapped the panties around and over my hard cock. The bl**d surged in my ears as I began pumping on the inflated tool with the thin material rubbing it. I thought about the drawer of stockings and garter belts. Then the drawer of bras and panties. And the nightgowns. Then I thought of the thin blouses and short skirts. And the filmy nightgowns with their inadequate robes. And finally I thought about the party dresses, finally focussing on the two hanging before me. I pumped harder, knowing that I was going to come any second. My eyes closed, imagining those clothes on my mother or any woman. My panting breaths came roaring to my ears but not distracting me in the least. The fingers of my other hand loosened and I sort of felt the toilet paper falling from my hand but it made no impression. I grunted as my rod spewed into the thin ...