Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... just the tiniest bit of the panties peeking out between. Dropping it, I pulled up one side to my waist, showing myself the sexy panties I wore. That brought back the memory of Michelle giving me the panties to wear and wearing nothing herself as she lay back on the couch in the bathroom for me to lick her. I pulled the material of the skirt tight across my front to see the effect of the raging hard-on I now had from the memories and the sights of myself. Tight, I could see the bulge in the center of the skirt but letting it go, it was okay. When I pulled down the panties onto my thighs, though, it tented the front of the skirt and was unmistakable. Sticking it down, I could almost get it to stay in the top of my nylon, but when I moved, it leaped free and returned to holding up the skirt. I tried moving it to the side and the other. I roughly pushed it between my legs and clasped my thighs together to hold it but then I couldn't move except by exaggeratedly swinging each foot forward, my knees together. It looked phoney. I pulled the panties back up and tried it between my legs again. It was just uncomfortable now. Carefully putting it in what little pocket there was in the panties' front, it was the best. Turning sideways and straight on. Even bending over and straightening was okay. But, pulling the material tight again, I decided to stay away from tight fitting skirts in the future. If there was a future, I thought with some sadness. No. There had to be a future. This ...

... was too great. I did think that if I started out without a hard-on, I could put it between my legs and it would be okay if the panties were strong enough. Then I could wear a tight skirt. But I'd have to stay away from getting excited or it'd just be painful again. Well, maybe sometime. "I think you look really sexy," Amy said softly from behind me. I turned quickly toward her where she stood at the closed door with one foot pushed up against the door and her hands behind her. "Ah ..." I didn't know what to say. "That's sort of what I did this evening while you were gone. Tried stuff on and looked at how sexy I looked." Then she frowned. "But I only have a little tit. How'd you do that?" "Oh," I said, still embarrassed but relaxing a little. "They're ... ah, mom's. I'm really flat. I mean, like a guy, you know? But these look and feel like the real thing." She pushed herself away from the door then and walked to me. As I watched, she touched the breast forms through my blouse, lifting them and twisting them as I had a moment before. "Neat," she declared. My b*****rly mean streak jumped out. I reached for her breasts and, as she drew in her breath and blushed, did the same things to her. "Neat," I said as I realized her breasts felt almost like the fake one's I wore, though not as big. "Do you have a nightgown?" she asked. I shook my head. "What are you going to sl**p in?" "I guess I'll get out of this and sl**p in my underwear like usual." She looked at me, a range of emotions ...