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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

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

her gaze. "No," she said after a long pause. "I don't think you're gay." She paused for a long time while I felt her staring at me. "No, I think you're a normal teenage boy with normal drives and needs. But the shoes ... and the panties. They bother me. Why those, Dix?" I thought madly. "Ah, I guess cause they're so sexy. You know?" "You thought they'd be sexy on a girl you know?" "Well, yeah," I stammered. I hadn't been thinking about them on a girl for some reason. I knew it. "But you weren't thinking about them on a girl," she said perceptively, as if she'd been listening in on my thoughts. It was a little eerie. "You were thinking about what they felt like on you, weren't you?" Yes, I realized. That was exactly what I'd been feeling. "See, I told you he was a fag," my s****r said. "I'm not," I threw at her. "I'm not," I said more quietly for myself and my mother. "I know, honey." She uncrossed her nervously held arms and sat more easily on the edge of the bed. Her scowl softened to her caring look. "I'm ..." I was having trouble saying it. "I'm sorry, mom." "Well," she said. "It's done now. And maybe for the better. After all, I know something about you now that I didn't know before." "I think he should be punished really bad," my sweet s****r said with that same sneer. "I think he should have to stand in a corner for a week. Or maybe wash all the dishes until he's 20 or something." "Enough, Amy," my mother said with an edge that should have warned the girl but didn't ... seem to get through her p*****n edge. "Or maybe just lock him in his room for a month or . . ." "I said, enough, Amy. Now speaking of washing dishes ..." she said looking at the girl for the first time since I'd returned. "Oh, mom. I didn't do anything," she whined. "Why do I always have to do the dumb dishes? Why can't the fag do them for a change?" "Amy!" she said, exasperated. "Go do the dishes now!" She finally understood the tone of her mother's voice. "Yes, ma'am. I'm going." She got up and walked across the room to the door. "But what are you going to do to Dix?" "Never mind, Amy. Now go!" I could hear her mumbling as she walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Then I felt my mother's look on my face again. The silence extended to excruciating lengths before she broke it again. "Do you like the feel of my panties?" "The lace and stuff?" I asked, blushing but knowing that's what she meant before I'd said it. "Yeah. Sure. I guess." She smiled at me strangely. "I like that, too," she confessed. "That's why I bought them and why I've kept them all these years." She seemed to turn a little introspective for a second. "Your dad liked them, too." I watched her, thinking about her and my dad -- the man in the pictures they had around. I wondered what they were like together. I thought of her dressed in a garter belt, sexy nylons, those lacy panties and bra. I thought of the look on my dad's face as I looked at her. She only sat smiling to herself. Then she looked back at me again ...