Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... wonderful! Mom, I like them. Would you really buy them for me?" "Of course," she said with a smile. "That's why we're here." After Amy got done admiring this pair, mom led her to choosing a pair of red shoes and a pair of white ones that Amy loved and mom felt were a little too high. Amy won. Giving in totally, mom decided to buy a pair just like them for herself and I got to watch from a little further away as the beautiful girl took mom's size and helped her into them. When the girl turned to watch mom check them for comfort, she turned toward me this time and I saw not only the outside of her thighs but, as she moved, the expanse of the inside of her thighs well under the skirt. Only a little above the skirt's hem, I could see, her nylons ended with a band around her thigh. There was no sign of any panties though I also couldn't see any detail of what did lie between her legs. When the girl sat before me, gently caressing my foot as she took measurements, I could look cleanly down the entire front of her tee-shirt. Now I could clearly see she wore no bra and, the way it hung forward, the tee-shirt didn't obstruct the view of her full breasts in the least. I could even see her hardened nipples hanging from the firm flesh. "I really like these," she said after coming back from the back room and sitting back in front of me as before. She took the black shoe out of the box and slipped it over my toes. She took the narrow straps from each side of the heel and buckled it over ...

... my instep. I straightened out my leg to look at it and saw that it did wonderful things for my foot. Very feminine, it showed all the best parts and hid the less pretty. She put the other shoe on my other foot and helped me to my feet. God, they were high! It was almost like standing on my tiptoes but I could still put some of my weight back on my heels. They just felt really feminine. Like nothing I'd ever worn before. I couldn't imagine anything that would make a man feel the way these shoes made me feel. "Look at the way they make her calves look," the girl said with real admiration, I thought. "Beautiful!" I blushed with the compliment. "Mom," Amy said. "Do my shoes make my bottom look like that?" "Some, Amy," she said. In response to the question, I looked in the mirror to see the way the shoes made my bottom protrude and my skirt tuck up under it. It was sexy and I liked that a lot. Mom insisted that I pick out two more pairs of shoes, both lower heeled, and then paid for them before we left. I wore a white pair as we walked on down the mall. It seemed funny. Usually when we came to the mall, I got a couple of bucks and took off for the arcade until they were ready to leave. Today we'd spent from morning till dark shopping together. I hadn't missed the arcade a bit. When she offered to buy us dinner at the french restaurant at the end of the mall, we both agree readily though, normally, I would have rather gone to one of the fast food places in one of the hallways where ...