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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

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

material of the panties and the bl**d roared still louder in my ears and spangles filled my view of the inside of my eyelids. "What are you doing in here, Dix? Why didn't you answer me when I called ..." I turned toward the doorway behind me and saw my mother looking directly at me after having kicked her shoes off and dropped the belt to her dress on the bed. She must have done this before she saw me because she stood now like a statue, staring at my bare bottom. When she spoke, my heart stopped. In the second that followed, I thought of dropping to the floor. I thought about running. I though in passing about jumping out the window. But mostly, I thought about not being here at all. I could feel my come, where it had soaked through the thin panties already, rolling down my hand and arm, getting ready to drip onto the new rug. I thought about reaching for the toilet paper I had dropped to prevent the accident. "Mom!" I choked out. "What in the world?" she said as she walked around the end of the bed. "What are you doing?" I could die, I thought. This is awful. Catastrophe! I still stood there with the come dripping from my hand, holding the panties tightly, my dick softening quickly and retreating from my hold on it. "My dresses ..." she said as she saw them. "What ...?" "Hey, mom?" the voice said from the hallway outside the doorway. "Could I borrow some socks until we get the laundry done?" I cringed. Amy. And now she was in the room as well. "Hey, Dix!" she said ... brightly before gathering in the scene and the look on her mother's face. "What are you doing here?" She kept coming toward me and I was frozen solid in place. "Mom?" She looked at her mother then and the stricken look on her face. "Ah, Amy," she said, unfreezing first. "I'll be with you in a minute. Ah ..." She paused trying to think of something to say. "Oh, God!" Dix moaned to himself as Amy kept coming. "What are you doing in here, Dix? Looking at mom's clothes?" It sounded as if this were perfectly natural to her. Her 12-year-old directness astonished Dix sometimes. "How come your pants are down? And ..." she was looking down at my feet. "Mom! He's wearing your shoes, too!" "Amy," my mother said more sternly. "Please leave. I need to talk to your b*****r." "No way! I wouldn't leave for the world!" she almost screamed. "Amy!" she said with authority. "Come on, mom. He's wearing your shoes. And he's even got your panties. I'll bet he was going to put them on! Wow!" I couldn't be more humiliated than now. Quickly I bent and grabbed the toilet paper from the floor with the intention of cleaning up. Then I thought better of it and just held the paper while I pulled my pants up, trapping it inside with the wetness and the soaked panties. I could feel the cum squeezing out of the saturated material into my underwear and down my leg. "Bathroom," I mumbled as I scuffled toward the door. "We'll wait here for your explanation," my mother said. I cringed but continued to the bathroom. As ...