Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... guess that counts." "I've always wanted to dress this way, mom. It's just mostly that I didn't know how. I would have done it just a piece at a time or something. But this is a whole lot neater. I might not have ever been able to do all we did tonight if it hadn't been for you. And I wouldn't give tonight away for anything." Amy walked down the last steps and into the room. Now she looked like a little girl in a pair of pajamas complete with little bunnies running across it. But looking at her critically, I noticed that the chest of the pajamas were pressed outward quite a bit -- enough that the material was tight from breast to breast without touching the intervening skin. Her finger and toenails were painted as I didn't remember before. "I didn't know where you guys went," she said into the silence. "I went into your bedroom," she looked at mom, "and was just looking around." "Except you found my sexiest slip and my vibrator, right?" she said with a grin. Amy knew she couldn't explain those away. She nodded and rested her chin on her chest. I felt sorry for her. It was how I had felt when mom had caught me earlier. "Look. Amy," she said, regaining the girl's attention. "It's all right. Really. You're a pretty young lady who's just finding that she's growing up. Too fast for me, apparently, but still growing up. It's natural. You wanted to try on something pretty and sexy and you did." Amy bit her tongue. "You've been gone for a long time," she said then. "I tried on a ...

... lot of stuff." "Okay," mom said. "That's okay. You can try on all my clothes. I'll even help you anytime you want. Okay?" "Really?" "Yes. And I think that tomorrow we'd better take a little shopping trip and find some new clothes. Maybe for all of us," she said, looking at me. "I would ask one thing though, Amy." Amy looked at her then. "Be very careful with that vibrator. You could hurt yourself with it. Okay?" "Sure, mom. Okay." Now she thought for a second. "Shopping?" Mom nodded and smiled. "Excuse me for just a minute," she said then and went upstairs. Amy and I looked at each other then for quite a while. "You're really pretty, Dix," she said finally. I thought she was probably k**ding me but I didn't care or at least I wasn't going to show it. "Yeah? You looked pretty sexy upstairs, too," I answered. We both realized that if we'd said something else, something cute, we would have hurt each other's feelings and caused the other to strike back. We enjoyed the sharing more, suddenly. "It's really neat trying on mom's stuff," Amy said then. "Yeah. I sorta know what you mean. I mean, I've just tried this," I picked up the material of the blouse, "and those shoes this afternoon. You know, the ones mom is wearing now." I saw my mom's legs descending the stairs again. "Where did you go tonight?" she asked. "Tell you about it later, okay," I answered quickly. "Okay, little girl," mom said as she walked back into the room. "You've obviously outgrown little bunny pj's and I've ...