Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... very short black skirt with a funny little lace frill at the hem and a lacy top that had just one button between the breasts and purposely opened provocatively. The other outfits, chosen off the racks instead of the chains, were more conservative but not much. I was surprised when my mother bought them all when Amy and I told her we liked them. Then mom led us to a store that sold nothing but underwear and nightgowns and, for an hour, we got everything we wanted from garter belts and panties to sexy nightgowns. Amy kept telling me that she wouldn't have gotten these things without me and I couldn't help but agree. She was really too young. But then again, I thought, I was really too male. It brought a smile to my lips as I thought about it. Then we went to the shoe store. I had been prepared for a lot of things, but not this. First, instead of the guy shoe salesman I expected, it was a really cute about 20 year old girl. Since the store was kind of a hip type of place, she was dressed very up. Since the place sold both men's and women's shoes, I bet that she brought in a lot of business all by herself, particularly if she dressed frequently as she was now. As she sat down on the little foot stool in front of Amy, I watched her turn her cute legs to the side, toward my vantage. Her black leather skirt was so short it rode well up on her thighs. I imagined that getting up and down all day on the four inch spike heeled shoes must be a killer. Then she bent over to get Amy's ...

... shoe size and I found myself almost looking straight down her cleavage, clearly open in the very big necked teeshirt, almost to her stomach. The opening was enhanced by the weight of her breasts against the inside of it and the sparkling decoration pulling down on the outside of it. "Now what can we show you?" the girl asked. "I like yours," she said but mom quickly interposed. "I'm sure you do, baby, but I think maybe we better start with something with a little lower heel." The girl smiled and nodded before she got up and walked to the back of the store through a hanging curtain. In a moment she was back with several boxes. "I like this one," she said, "because it has a reasonable heel but is still very sexy." She'd read both mom and Amy perfectly. The shoe she slipped onto Amy's foot was black with a very pointed toe but showed her cute little foot on both the inside and outside. A small extension of the shoe that should have been there was around her heel but primarily served to hold an ankle strap less than an inch wide. "Oh, yes," Amy seethed before she let the girl put on the other shoe for her. Then she stood up on them and walked around looking down at her feet. They were very sexy, I thought. "Do they feel all right?" the girl said as she leaned on her closed knees looking away from me. Her position let me look at her very considerable cleavage in the opening of the teeshirt and the expanse of nylon-covered thigh below her short skirt. "Oh yes," Amy exuded. "They feel ...