Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... squirmed around in the chair while she talked, lifted her leg up while pointing her toes across the room in my general direction, or stretched her lower leg down toward the floor. Everything she did was very animated and excited seeming, even when what she was talking about wasn't all that interesting. Like a long talk about how good she and her mom got along and treated each other like equals and shared in everything. It was nice, of course, but I thought it was a little boring anyway. Maybe it would have been different if mom didn't treat us the same way. Anyway, finally Lois called us to dinner and we went to the table. Lois sat at the head of the table with mom on one side of her and me on the other. Michelle sat next to me and Amy across from her next to mom. When we first got there, I thought that mom and Lois looked a little flushed and figured that probably they'd been doing more than just dishing up the food while they were in the kitchen. I grinned to myself as I pictured them kissing and running their hands all over each other. Maybe even playing with each other's breasts or something. We passed things just like we had good manners -- something we did sometimes at home but not usually. The food was wonderful. Some kind of thin meat with great sauce on it, some kind of french potatoes with sour cream and cheese, and two or three kinds of veggies. Lois got Michelle to open a bottle of red wine to go with it, something I'd never had, and that made it really special. ...

... The whole time we ate, we talked, too. It wasn't the sort of thing that was really memorable topics. Just a lot of talk and a lot of laughter. I did notice that mom and Lois were holding hands after we'd eaten and just sitting and talking. I also noticed that Michelle's hand went down on my thigh under the table during that time. Then Lois went out to the kitchen and got pretty little glasses of chocolate mousse. Michelle ate with one hand and rubbed my leg at the same time. It was really turning me on but I decided not to say anything and I didn't really want her to stop anyway. After dinner, mom and Lois sat at the table and had brandy with coffee and the rest of us went to Michelle's room because she sort of told all of us that she was going to show Amy and me her stereo. When we got to her room, she said that her mom's room and her den were upstairs. Her room, with a connecting bathroom, was downstairs. I was impressed. Her room looked like every girl's dream of a bedroom. Every k**'s, I guess, but particularly every girl's because it was white and frilly and pretty. But it also had a great stereo, a bunch of tapes and CD's, and a computer and desk where she could do her homework. It was a really big room with more than enough room for the big double canopy bed, all tricked out in white silky material. She also had what she called a chaise lounge with a french accent so she didn't pronounce all the letters sort of like "shay long" or something but sexier sounding. It was a ...