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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

Date: 7/7/2017, Categories: Shemales, Taboo, Author: BeeJay69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

She adjusted the skirt until the zipper was in the middle of my back and a little bow was centered on my stomach. "Now you tuck in a little," she said, fussing as I tried to tuck the tail of the blouse into the skirt like I would have a teeshirt in my pants. "But it doesn't do it right. Pull up the skirt. Yeah, and pull the blouse down all around until it's tight like it's supposed to be. That's it." I pulled it down all around and then pulled the skirt back down over my hips even though it seemed to want to stay up in spite of my efforts. Finally it seemed to be in place. "Those panties look cute on you," she said with a grin. I blushed and nodded. Changing the subject, she continued. "Now for the finishing touches." She led me to the steamy bathroom by one hand and looked in her medicine drawer until she found something. I could only watch as she uncapped something that looked like a crayon and very carefully pressed it against my eyebrows, drawing toward the sides several times. Then she opened a blue bottle-like thing with a funny brush inside it and had me look up at the ceiling as she brushed at my lashes in the same way. I at least recognized the lipstick before she traced the shape of my lips with it. "If this works out like I think, we'll have to use some fingernail polish the next time." I didn't understand even a little. "Last thing," she said and again held my hand as she led me to the other room. Re-opening the heavy chest, she searched around for a minute, ... allowing me to fully explore the look of her naked back and the short skirt that pulled up in the back as she leaned over. "Here," she declared finally, turning. She held a very long, blond wig on one hand as she ran her fingers through it with the other. She went to the dresser and got a hairbrush, brushing through the long hair several times until it seemed to grow fuller and wilder with the static electricity. Setting the hairbrush down again, she lifted the wig onto my head, seating it carefully and tucking the wisps of my own hair under the cap. Turning again to the hairbrush, she brushed it some more around my ears and even down onto my back. She smiled at me as she stepped back a little. "Yes," she signed. "Take a look. Here in the full length mirror on the back of the door." She guided me to the door, closing it, and, as it shut, I stared at my image in it. My mouth fell open as I stared, unable to recognize himself in that image. Instead, it was a beautiful young woman -- older than my 14 years but very definitely a woman. "How are you doing with the heels, honey," she asked. "Ah, fine," I answered without taking my eyes off the woman in the mirror. "Fine." "Really," she stated. "You can walk all right with them?" "Yeah. Yeah, sure. The other ones, the ones you're wearing," I noticed, "were a little harder. But these are easy. Comfortable." "Good," she said with a grin reflected in the mirror. "So, beautiful. What would you think of a night out on the town?" She had ...