Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... most of the k**s hung out. The better to watch girls. Tonight, I wasn't interested. We had to wait for a guy in a tux to show us where to sit. After we sat down, the guy asked if we'd like drinks. Amy quickly piped in with Coke. Mom asked for a margarita. Trying not to look guilty, I asked for one, too. He didn't even bat an eye. And in a couple of minutes he was back with them. I must look like an older girl than I do a guy, I guess. Then Mike came to the table. Our waiter. And there was another thing that I couldn't have stood a couple of days ago. I would have called him a fag then though I really didn't think he was. What he was instead was very friendly, a little flirtatious with all of us, funny, and a good waiter. He made us feel like he was there just for us even though he had some other tables. I watched him do his work and, I noticed, whenever he could, he watched me. He was also one of those touchy-feely guys that make my skin crawl normally. Every time he said something to one of us, he had to touch our hand or lean on one of our shoulders or something. With a lot of flourishes and jokes, we finally made it through a really good dinner and dessert. We were just going through the door to leave when Mike came up to me. "Hey, ah. I think you're really a nice looking girl," he said and I blushed. Mom and Amy noticed that I'd stopped but they just kept going slowly, mom watching back over her shoulder as I talked to the guy. "What I mean is, I'd really like to take ...

... you out sometime. I mean, if you don't have a steady or something." I was flabbergasted. I really didn't have the vaguest idea of how to answer. So I guess I probably did the worst thing I could have. "Yeah, well. Maybe. Sometime." "You don't have a steady?" "Huh uh," I stumbled. He smiled all over. "Great! Then can I call you?" "Ah, I guess," I said. "Could I have your number?" "Oh. Yeah." And I gave it to him like a fool. "Thanks, Dixie. Will you be home tonight?" "Ah, I don't know," I stumbled some more. "Well, maybe I'll try. If you're not there, I can give you a call during the week sometime." He turned and walked away with a big smile. "Talk to you later." Flustered, I caught up with mom and Amy. "What'd he want, honey?" mom asked and I told her. She just nodded like that was the most normal thing possible. I think she'd started forgetting some things. Like I'm not really her daughter, for one. As it ended up, I didn't have to worry about it for a while. We went to a movie that night and school the next morning like usual. I'd forgotten all about him by the next night. Chapter 5 IT WAS SORT of strange how things worked out from then. I never would have guessed how mom and Amy would just shift with me no matter what. The next morning, of course, I dressed in my normal clothes and both of them called me Dix and acted just like they always do with me. When I got home from school, I went into the kitchen where mom was working and kissed her on the cheek just like always and ...