Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... outgrown this nightgown. How about trying it on for us?" Amy stood and took the light nightgown from her mom's hand. Then the matching panties from the other hand. "Wow! Mom!" she shouted. She raced up the stairs and into her room, the filmy white material trailing over her shoulder. "Wow!" we heard her say a moment later. Then she was coming back down the stairs. I gasped as I saw her. I hadn't noticed that she had such well-formed legs before. In this nightgown, they were untouched by material covering. The shortie nightgown fell in multiple billows from the long sheer sleeves and puffy shoulders down the front to the obvious rise of her breasts and then down just to the bottom of the french-cut panties. When she sat down, curling one leg under her, I could see the shape of the darker skin between her legs and, certainly, the large circles of dark skin around her aroused nipples. She seemed about to burst with pride at wearing the nightgown and our obvious approval of her appearance. "Do you like it, honey?" mom asked. "Oh, yes, mom," she said, getting up again and going to mom. She hugged her solidly as I looked at the exposed bottom she stuck up when bending away from me this way. I could easily make out the deep cleft in the swollen flesh between her legs. "Okay. It's getting late now. Past all our bedtimes. Come on, k**s." It was the first time we'd been treated even close to k**s all day and neither of us really liked it. But we still led the way up the stairs and into ...

... our rooms. "Mom?" I said before my mom passed into her bedroom. "Thank you for tonight. I really really liked it." She smiled. "That's okay. Good night." "Thanks for the nightgown, too, mom," Amy called from the door of her room. "And for not being mad at me." "That's okay, baby. Good night." The door closed behind her then I closed my door. Going to the chair in my room to begin taking my clothes off for bed, I passed my reflection in the dresser mirror and had to stop to look at myself. I was still surprised. If I saw what I saw in the mirror when I was walking down the street, I'd follow that beautiful girl anywhere she wanted to lead. I lifted the false breasts, pulling the material of the blouse tight over the nipples and could clearly see them through the material. The breasts felt real and I found myself stroking them with both hands, twisting the nipples, bouncing the forms in my palms. It was eerily real. I stood back a few steps and looked at my legs emerging from under the short skirt. I turned sideways, straight on with them spread a little, then from behind as I bent at the waist. They're beautiful, I thought as I looked. I made faces in the mirror, trying to look sexy, kissing the air as if inviting myself to more. I let the tip of my tongue peek between my lips. I pulled the hair of the long wig over my shoulder and a part of it across my right eye. Sexy. I lifted the hem of the short skirt a little until I could see the tops of the nylons held by the garters, ...