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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

Date: 2/16/2015, Categories: Shemales, Taboo, Author: BeeJay69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

another woman stand then and a man get up from the same table. Then I looked more closely. The man had very long hair, I saw, slicked back with a part. But his clothing was strange - - pants but they didn't look like men's pants. And the shirt looked wrong somehow. Then I saw the low heeled shoes and knew that this was another woman. When another couple stood and went into each others' arms, I knew what I was seeing. They were both women as well. Then I looked around the room more closely. One table had three women at it, dressed in business suits and short skirts. Several had two women sitting close together. Then I really understood. Two women, both with long hair and sleeveless blouses, at one of the tables turned to each other and kissed solidly. A kiss that showed little of friendship and much of love. I'd only seen a kiss like this in the movies, and that was between the hero and heroine. "Mom?" I said looking at her then and seeing that she was staring back into my eyes with a grin. "These ladies . . . They're all gay, aren't they?" "Yes, honey. Only us girls allowed." "But you said ..." "I said your dad and I used to come here." "Yeah. But ..." "You know how interested you were in my clothes this afternoon?" "Ah huh." "So was your dad. He couldn't have been happier when I caught him doing the same thing you were doing. And when I was as happy about seeing him that way as I was to see you." "You mean you caught him beating off, like I was?" She blushed and looked ... around her a little before answering, as if to ensure no one was listening. "When I caught him, he was dressed almost like you are now. I almost didn't recognize him. And talk about embarrassed! I thought he was going to die before I hugged him and told him how happy I was about it." "Does that mean you're gay, too, mom?" "Sort of. What the people who put names on this sort of thing call it is bisexual. I like men but I like women, too. And the biggest turn-on for me is a guy in woman's clothing. Like you now. That really excites me. That gives me everything I desire." "You mean it turns you on to be with me like this?" "Yes, sweetie. It sure does." Confused, I sat back in my pink chair, carefully keeping my nylon covered legs crossed, and sipped at the creamy rich drink. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" I thought about it for a minute before answering. "No. I guess not. I just, I don't know." She put her hand on my knee softly, sensually. "That's all right, baby. I'll help you to understand, if you want. Or, if you want, this can be the only time we do this ever and I'll never mention it again." I suddenly realized that wasn't what I wanted at all and before I could stop myself I blurted out. "No, mom. That's not it. I like this." Never moving her hand from my knee, she smiled broadly. I couldn't help but smile back. "Madge? Is that you?" the woman walking past our table said loudly. I watched my mother stand up and put her arms around the woman. "Oh, honey! It's been so ...