Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... it and finally ended up leading the way for our exit from the lounge. I was glad when we reached the parking lot where I still led to the car. My mom unlocked the door for me and rounded to the driver's side. She started the car and the car's heater, since the air was chilly. Though I was upset, I couldn't help but notice the feeling of the car's heater blowing warm air under the short skirt and across my legs. It gave me goosebumps. I crossed my arms across my chest, under the breast forms, and sulked. "I take it you're not happy," my mother said with an irritating merriment. "Yeah," I mumbled. "You liked the evening, didn't you?" "Yeah, sure. Of course. I really liked it," I expanded. "Then why?" I was quiet for a long time. Then I decided my mom didn't deserve it. I wasn't even a little mad at her. "It's just that I liked Michelle," I said. She smiled. "I like her, too." I sulked again a little at the thought of the young girl with my mom earlier in the evening. "Yeah, she showed me what she did with you." "I know. I watched you two. Did you enjoy it?" "Yeah. Really." "And you liked Lois. I saw you two together both on the dance floor and at the table. I know you did." "Sure." "Well?" she said with puzzlement in her voice. "What's the problem?" I had to think about it for a moment as we moved through the dark streets toward home. "I guess I'm just a little jealous, is all." "Jealous?" "Yeah. Michelle and Lois. You know." "But she wasn't jealous of you going home with me." ...

... "Yeah, but you're my mom. That's different." "Different? In what way?" "Well ... You know." I thought about Lois and Michelle with their arms around each other on the way out as I looked back at them. "Well, I know what? What are you talking about?" Her voice sounded exasperated. "It just isn't the same." "Why in the hell not?" my mom said, astonishing me with the irritation I heard. "Certainly Lois and her daughter have as much right to go home as we do." "Daughter?" I said, finally understanding. "Michelle is Lois's daughter?" "You didn't know?" she said with a laugh in her voice. "Now I understand. Oh, okay." She laughed considerably then and, thinking now, I ended up joining her. "Her daughter?" I laughed. Then I thought a little further while my mother's laughter stopped. "Does that mean that Lois's invitation to their place sometime ... I mean. Michelle?" "Yeah. If we go to Lois's, you'll see Michelle again. I don't think there's any way you could prevent it if you tried." With welcome understanding, we drove the last few blocks in silence. Both of us were smiling. Chapter 3 I FOUND THAT I was a little tipsy from the three drinks I'd had, when I got out of the car in the garage. I staggered just a step when I stood, but my mom, who was ready to protect against falling on the high heels, caught my arm and kept me upright. She unlocked the door between the garage and the kitchen as the automatic garage door rumbled shut behind us. "Amy," she said from the kitchen as she ...