Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... life at school. This is everything to me. I mean, it can't be 'Well, probably.' It's got to be, 'There's no doubt!' No doubt at all, do you understand, mom?" "I'm sorry, baby. Of course. It's just that you're such a natural that I don't have any doubt at all. Really! You are a woman. There's just no doubt." She didn't wait for my response. "Look. Your dad had the same worries. He had a business, after all. He just couldn't get caught. But he did just fine in whatever he decided to do. Really!" "Maybe nobody was looking," I said. "Honey, you've got to understand. People really aren't looking. Really. They see what they expect to see. That's all there is to it. If you look like a girl, they're going to think you're a girl. Believe me. Your dad even ran into some of his friends, people from the office, when we were out shopping. They recognized me, of course, but they only asked where he was. They never even thought that the beautiful woman I was with was him. Really." "So, you're saying that I can walk right through a bunch of my friends, who are always looking at the girls in the short skirts and with nice tits, and they aren't even going to think for a minute that I'm not what I seem?" "That's about it, sweetie. Really. But, if it makes you feel better, we're not going to the Townhouse Mall," the mall near us. "We're going to the Palisades." That was 30 miles away and, I knew, none of my friends went there. But I was still unsure. "Don't worry, sweetie. Okay." She leaned ...

... down and kissed me before she finished washing the dishes and dried her hands. "We'll go in about 10 minutes, okay?" Then she went to her room to get on shoes and her purse. She and Amy came back into the kitchen and prodded me to get up and follow them to the car. A little while later, we were in the big parking lot of the Palisades Mall in the nearby town. As we got out of the car, my mom said, "Remember to keep your voice up. Okay?" I nodded. The first store we walked into was "Deb's", a sort of trendy young woman's shop with all sorts of things hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. It was like they drew their customers from people who saw the outrageous dresses hanging from the chains but sold to those who couldn't be that wild. In spite of their outrageousness, my mom chose three of the dresses that hung from the chains and then picked out some other things as well. She almost chased me into the dressing room to try them on and, to my embarrassment, my s****r followed me. She kept picking at my clothes as I took them off and then at the new ones to see if they fit or looked good. One was a spandex kind of material at the top and almost a tutu for a skirt, though it was more relaxed than the lacy material of a tutu and was just a little longer. Another was very tight stretchy material that encased my hips, waist and false breasts in red and white stripes. It had no top above the breasts and no bottom past my hips. Amy particularly liked it. The third was a very tight, ...