Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... me what a bad boy I was and, lifting her nightgown, pushed my mouth into her budding breasts, one at a time, until she had a climax at that. Then, after I had talked a little longer, pushed my head down into the cleft between her legs. She told me how bad I'd been as my tongue penetrated her and more strongly still when my lips sucked her clit into my mouth over and over again. After her climax had passed, she pushed me onto my back and almost tore my panties off before she settled onto me. Then she pulled my legs up roughly around hers until my bottom was off the bed and my thighs around her waist, my lower legs sticking straight up in the air. With each powerful forward thrust into me, I'm sure it was into me, she said, "Bad girl ... bad girl ... bad ... girl ... bad ... bad." I know it was when she stretched my arms far above my head and buried her tongue in my mouth that my orgasm washed across me. Chapter 4 MOM WOKE ME at ten o'clock the next morning and, before she left, told me to dress for going out. I took myself into a shower that I didn't want to take and then dressed in a clean shirt and jeans. I went down to breakfast. I couldn't figure it out when my mother looked at me and sighed before serving up a pile of scrambled eggs and toast. I hadn't quite figured it out when Amy came down and looked at me like I was some sort of freak. "Dix!" she said. "We're going shopping! Come on!" I could only frown. "Dix," my mother said more controlled. "We're going to buy you ...

... and Amy some nice underwear, some shoes," then she looked at me closer and raised her voice a little as if that would make me understand, "and some skirts and blouses and dresses and nightgowns. Understand?" Now I did. "Oh," I said. "What should I wear?" "Start with the breast forms," Amy said to me as if I were completely stupid. "Then try to make everything match, okay?" "Oh, okay," I said, feeling foolish. I went back to my room and did as my s****r had suggested, putting the bra filled with the breast forms on first after I'd taken all my clothes off. Then I moved to my mother's room, since I had nothing appropriate in my room, and looked through the closets. Finally, I ended up wearing a little skirt, a white blouse, and flat shoes. The pair of tight panties held me firmly and the wig covered my head. When I returned to the kitchen my s****r said, "Look at that! He figured it out! How smart is he, anyway?" "Amy," my mother said. "Give him a break. After all, he didn't think of shopping for girl things. Right, Dix?" I could only nod. I hadn't. I sat quietly for as long as I could before speaking. Then I couldn't stand it anymore. "Mom?" "Yeah, sweetie?" "Can I do this?" "What, baby?" "Go shopping. I mean for women's clothes. Can I ... can I get away with it?" She looked at me more appraisingly now. "Yeah. Sure," she said. It wasn't very reassuring. "Mom! Do you understand about this?" I almost screeched. "What, honey?" "If I get caught, I can write off my social life ... my ...