Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... head to the side and shutting my eyes. He didn't disappoint me. His lips were on mine then. His tongue was between them slightly, the tip against my teeth. I opened my mouth a little and immediately his tongue was inside it, touching mine. It was very gentle and undemanding but it took my breath away with the sweetness of it. His hands held me tight to him as the kiss extended through time, both our tongues our only interest as they played and pushed and touched each other. Then, finally, he moved away a little. "You kiss really great," he said breathlessly. "You do," I pointed out. "I was just enjoying it." "I guess you have to go in now," he said. "Mom knows I'm home now. It's probably okay." He took that, as I hoped he might, as a sign that I wasn't ready to go in yet. He smiled before his mouth covered mine again. I don't know how long we stood there kissing. But it was a long time. Chapter 6 WHEN I WENT in, mom asked me about my date and if we had fun. I told her all about it and about seeing Michelle at the restaurant. "That's a coincidence," she said. "I talked to Lois tonight and she invited us all over for dinner tomorrow night. Do you want to go?" "Sure. She's nice. Will Michelle be there?" "I imagine. She really didn't say but I'd assume so." I was looking forward to seeing her again. * * * Mike called at 11 the next morning to ask me out the next Friday again. After talking to mom, I accepted and we talked for another hour about all sorts of things. Then we had ...

... lunch and Amy and I cleaned up the kitchen and did dishes and talked. She wanted to know everything about my date with Mike. That went from the movie and the restaurant to a whole series of questions she asked about kissing. What it felt like? What I did and what he did? Everything. Mom was vacuuming when we got done and we got out dustcloths and dusted, and then cleaned up our rooms while mom took care of hers. Then we all sat down and watched a TV movie until the news came on at five. "We'd better get ready for dinner. We're supposed to be there at seven," mom said. "How are we supposed to dress, mom?" I asked and she said she didn't think they'd be very formal but suggested that this might be a place where I could wear the frilly dress she'd bought for me. Amy decided on one of her "adult" dresses and the highest pair of heels and a pair of stockings she'd gotten on our shopping trip since she'd never worn them before. I was getting pretty good at keeping my hair dry in the shower, doing my makeup, and everything. So, when I got finished, I had time to help Amy do light makeup and brush her hair a little different way than she normally wore it. We were still done before mom came into the f****y room. "Wow!" we both said at the same time. She wasn't really dressy dressed up. But she really looked great. Like she'd taken extra special care in her choice of the short white shirtcut dress and heels along with her makeup and hair. She looked great. "Are we ready?" she said as she ...