Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... did when she comes home from work. "Mom!" I cried. "Look!" I pointed out that I was dressed in women's clothes. She seemed to have forgotten that that was not exactly normal for me. "Oh. Of course. I forgot. I'm sorry," she said coming to my side. "It just seems so natural right now." "Yeah," I said with a grin to match hers. "It does to me, too." "Let's go up to my room right quick so you can change. I'll check her room and the living room." I headed to the stairs and quickly went up as my mom checked the living room. Without pausing, I went straight to my mom's room to get rid of the clothes I was wearing and wash off the makeup before my s****r saw me. She'd spend the next two weeks telling everybody in school that I was gay. Hell, I thought, she was probably already going to do that just from what she'd seen earlier. I went through the door into the large bedroom, pushing the door closed behind me with relief. I leaned back against the door, glad that I'd made it. "Who are you!" the nervous cry came from the dark bed from a breathless voice. It was a startled exclamation, not a question. A light was on somewhere but still the bed was bathed in darkness. "Amy?" I said. "Who are you?" her voice said from the darkness more reasonably, some of the fear drained. "Dix," I said calmly. "Dix? You're k**ding," she said. "You're a girl." The light came on beside the bed and I couldn't believe it. There sat my little s****r in a short slip, the top filled with something to make ...

... it very large. But worse, I could see something sticking out between Amy's legs. "What are you doing, Amy?" I asked, sincerely not knowing. Apparently, the girl realized what position she was in then and almost hopped off the side of the bed away from me. "Amy?" "You're not ..." I rounded the bed, turning on the light on the dresser as I did. I could see Amy cringing behind the bed, the bottom of something showing between her legs as she squatted there. I took the other two steps to her and took her hand from the bed and lifted her up. When she stood, I saw the end of what I thought was a vibrator sticking out between her legs. "What is that?" I said as I reached for it and found that it was hard plastic. "Quit!" she almost screamed as I touched it. When I grabbed hold of it and found, as I thought, that it was buried deep inside her, I laughed. I really was delighted. I'd been afraid of her discovering me. Now I'd discovered her. Then I reached out and felt the front of the slip and saw that she had stuffed it with Kleenex until it stuck out from her body. "Your friends would like to see you now," I laughed. "Cut it out!" When the lights came on brightly, I was standing with one hand on the vibrator between her little legs and the other on her Kleenex filled slip. "What's going on?" mom said rather loudly. "Look, mom," I said at almost the same time Amy said, "Mom! Thank goodness!" First mom laughed. Then, seeing that neither of us understood, she said, "Dix. Let go of her. ...