Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... Right now." "Who?" Amy said at the same time I said, "But look!" "I see, Dix. Now let go. It seems your little s****r has been trying some things of mine on while we've been gone." I let go and stepped back a step. "Dix?" Amy said, looking closely at me in the short skirt and blouse, the long blond hair cascading over my shoulders, the makeup on my eyes and lips. I remembered then what I looked like. I stepped back around the foot of the bed. "Dix?" she said with glee, actually clapping her hands with her pleasure. As she did, the vibrator squirted out from between her legs like a cartoon banana from its peel on the floor. It dropped heavily onto the rug. She could only look down at it. I picked it up and turned it around in the light to look at it. It seemed awfully big for my little s****r. Perhaps an inch around and about 8 or 10 inches long. But I knew where it had been because of the sheen of wetness on it. "You know, you turn this and it vibrates," I said, demonstrating by twisting the ring on the bottom of it. "I know that," she said, exasperated. Then she realized what she'd said and blushed, looking quickly at our mother. "It seems," mom said into the silence, "that my babies have found out a lot of interesting things tonight." Amy stuttered her embarrassment and I, more familiar with my mom's feelings after our night together, chuckled at her discomfort. "Dix. Or, for your information, Amy, Dixie tonight," she looked at Amy with a challenge to contradict her or ...

... to make fun. "Dix and I had a good time out. And while we were gone, my baby daughter was learning something about her own sexuality. It seems," she paused, "that we're all pretty sexual beings." She turned to the door and flicked out the light then. "Dix? Come with me. Amy. If you'd be more comfortable dressed some other way, do that. Then join us downstairs. Okay? Both of you?" "Yeah, sure mom," I said immediately. "Sure, mom," Amy said. She started pulling the false stuffing out of the sexy slip she was wearing even before mom turned and headed down the stairs. "It's okay," I said with a smile, unable to keep her worried in spite of my b*****rly inclinations. "Don't worry." I saw that she was almost in tears. "Really. Don't worry. I'll wait downstairs." I walked down the stairs carefully in the heels and into the living room where my mom sat with her arms and legs both crossed tightly. "Oh, Dix. What have I done?" she said. There was no sign of real unhappiness in her voice. It wasn't as if she were going over the deep end with worry or anything. "Nothin', mom. Everything's fine." "Your s****r, though. I mean, she's not old enough." "Sure she is, mom. She's almost as old as I am." "Yeah. And that's the other thing. I wonder," she began and looked at her hands, inspecting the long nails that shown with their red. "Would you have done this tonight if I hadn't pushed you?" "Maybe not, mom. But it was the best time I ever had. Does that count?" She looked at me then. "Yeah. I ...