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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

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

of the middle of my back where they pressed me to her. "That was ..." I swallowed hard on my dry mouth. "That was unbelievable, Lois. Thank you." "Well, little bitch who wasn't," she sighed. "It seems that we've got a little problem that we might just have a problem explaining if we don't do something about it right now." I moved so I could see her again. Frowning in wonder at what she was talking about. "I think, sweet thing, that you have a little wetness on the front of your skirt that could take some explaining if we don't clean it up in the next few minutes." "Oh!" I said as I felt the stickiness between my legs and a tickling drip of something going down the inside of my thigh now. "Oh!" I exclaimed again as I remembered I was wearing a short skirt that would show it all very soon. Actually, I wondered if it might be dripping past that short level already. "Come on," Lois said with the smile still in her voice. "We need to go to the powder room." She turned me, still having to aim me somewhat and keeping me from being overcome by the weakness I still felt in my legs with a steadying hand around my waist. In a few steps, we were in a darker hallway and Lois was pushing the door to the bathroom open. I saw the "Ladies" on the door in the light from the inside of the bathroom when it was open and stopped but Lois pushed and I was inside. "Remember how you're dressed, my sweet," she said with a little laugh. I remembered. Moving now under my own steam for the first real ... time since ... Then, I moved to the stall and closed it behind me. I looked around at the stool and then down at the short skirt. I quickly pulled the hem of the skirt up until it rested above my hips and pulled down the panties that held my softened member. After I sat down, I looked at the damage. The panties were soaked with the sticky come. It was running down the inside of my thigh as well and a piece of toilet paper caught that. I rubbed at the spot where it had wet my stockings, knowing that it would soon dry and turn white. I'd had that happen to a pair of pants I'd gotten it on once. "Hand me your panties, sweetie. I'll wash them out," Lois said from the other side of the door. Quickly, I stripped them off my legs and handed them under the door. A hand took them. I went to the bathroom as I wiped up the remaining wetness on my stomach and firmly entrenched in my pubic hair. I cringed at the touch on my still sensitive penis and balls. But I had to do it since it was coated everywhere. Several handsful of sopping toilet paper were dropped between my spread legs. I heard the water running in the sink. I checked the front of the skirt and, miraculously, found that it had escaped all but a few drops on the inside. I wiped these off carefully, hoping that where it had soaked through it wouldn't turn white. "Here, baby. Try these on," Lois's voice said from the other side of the door. "I can do without them better than you can." I looked at the flesh colored panties and knew ...