Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... with me next weekend." I don't know what I was thinking but all I did was go in and ask mom if we had anything planned for the weekend and she said no. So I got back on the phone and told him mom didn't have anything planned and it would probably be okay. That's how dislocated I was. "Great!" he said. "I'm off Friday night this week. Could I pick you up at about seven?" "Sure," I said, still not getting it. "Okay! I'll see you at seven Friday then. Bye bye." He hung up and so did I. Then I went back to the f****y room and sat down. I'd missed a whole show. "Who was that, honey?" mom asked. "Mike. The guy who waited on us at the restaurant," I answered. "Hmm. What did he want?" "Oh, just mostly to talk. But he also asked me to go with him to the movie Friday night. That's okay, isn't it?" I guess I still didn't get it. Maybe I did about then or when mom frowned just a little or something. "Oh!" I said when I realized. "He wants to take Dixie out, huh?" "I'd bet on it, sweetie," she said with a little concern on her face. "Are you ready for that?" "Oh, mom. What have I done? I was just so into talking to him and all --" "Well, you could call him back and --" "Yipes. I don't have his phone number or even his last name." She just grinned and looked at me then. "Well. I guess you've got a date for Friday night then. You can't very well tell him you can't go when he shows up at the door." I plunked down on the couch then, thinking. I spent most of the week thinking. And worrying. ...

... And hoping maybe he'd call before Friday. He didn't. * * * By Friday, I'd spent the previous weekend and every night dressed and acting like a girl. In fact, the hardest thing I'd done all week was talk to one of my friends -- Dix's friends -- about a homework assignment on the phone while playing with my skirt and shifting from foot to foot on my heels. I dressed in the tight red and white striped dress for the date with white pumps and sheer pantyhose. I took extra care with makeup and my wig. Mom, though she still said she was a little worried about the date, told me I looked wonderful and would make a big hit. Amy helped me look through the paper to make sure which movies were on at which mall so I didn't agree to go to a movie where all my friends would be. The best movie out, of course, was at the local mall that I couldn't go to. We ate dinner and I waited nervously, watching TV until the doorbell rang at exactly seven. I answered the door and Mike looked me up and down a bunch of times before he even came in. It scared me to death but he only kept saying how great I looked. Finally I got him to come in to do the thing with mom and he shook her hand and was just like he had been at the restaurant -- like he really knew what he was doing and everything. Mom told us to be home by eleven and we agreed. I was so keyed up that I about jumped out of my skin when he put his hand in the middle of my back to guide me to his car. He was wearing a really nice looking blue sweater ...