1. Mom Loves Not Her Daughters


    Date: 6/15/2016, Categories: Shemales, Taboo Author: BeeJay69

    ... walked to her chest of drawers and pulled out some frilly material, looking around a little for all the parts. She put a pink one on the bed next to Amy before dropping a white one next to me on the chaise lounge. I didn't move as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off in a second, her skirt dropping to the floor in another second. I couldn't take my eyes off her hard, upward pointing nipples and her c***d-like shaven pussy as she stood in just stockings and a garter belt. She undid the belt and pulled down both stockings at the same time without unfastening them from the garters, sitting down next to me. The way she pointed her toes and clenched the muscles of her calves was beautiful. I couldn't believe how at ease she was with her beautiful body and with me watching her. Looking at the fine handful of black lace, she found the proper openings and pulled it over her head. She carefully adjusted the lace across her breasts so the unconsequential material lifted them and pressed them together into a tight cleavage. The high waist tightened around her ribcage and fell in a shapeless cascade onto the front of her thighs. "There," she said with satisfaction. "Okay. So you watched me. Now I get to watch you. Right?" "Ah, yeah. Sure," I said, realizing what she was asking now. Nervously, I tried to find the zipper on the back of my dress but as I did, she did it for me. I shrugged it off my shoulders and stood up to let it fall to the floor in a pool of material. I ...
    ... sat down and found the openings of the nightgown she'd provided me and slipped it over my head. Cut the same as hers, the thin silky material performed for me the same way it had for her. It was more like a body stocking across my upper body, clinging tightly around my rigcage and over the lace bra my breast forms were in tonight. Better than the bra, it pulled everything together enough that my own chest showed a cleavage. If I'd have had to depend on the skirt part of it to cover anything, it would have been a total waste. Since I'd kept my panties on, it was alright, at least. I started to take off the thigh high stockings and Michelle stopped me. "Take off your panties instead," she said. I blushed. Of course, the panties wouldn't have come close to supporting me so I'd tied myself up. But they did cover the strings. I followed her direction and took off my panties, feeling very vulnerable. "And your shoes, of course." I did that. I did it while keeping my legs crossed as much as possible. When I was finished, she got up and stood in front of me, holding out her hand. Standing up with her, she led me to the stereo and put on a CD. She turned with a smile and put her arms under mine. Without heels, we were almost exactly the same size, looked directly into each others' eyes, and pressed our breasts together between us. She was just enough to the side that I immediately felt her warm pussy through the material of the nightgowns as it pressed into my hip. One of her hands was ...
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