Looking Up Moms Skirt Novels & Stories

Three months later. The visitation room of the detention center was divided in half by a thick sheet of glass. Dad was sitting in a chair. On the other side of the glass, an iron door swung open. A guard led Mom into the room. She was wearing a blue prison uniform. Her hair had been cut short, exposing streaks of gray at the roots. Her cheeks were sunken, her lips chapped. Slowly, she sat down in a chair and picked up the intercom.

She was tall, fair-skinned, and slender. She wore a white, knee-length, fitted dress, while her long, wavy hair fell freely down her back. Even the simple smile on her lips seemed enough to make anyone turn their head. Henry approached the woman and gently assisted her as she stepped down. One of his hands remained on her back, as if ensuring she wouldn't slip. "Henry!" Freddie called out cheerfully. "Dad," Henry replied in a happy voice, and the two embraced as they reached each other.

I raised my brows at him, "why do I have a feeling that it happened because of you?" Mom let out a chuckle while he scratched the back of his neck, "yeah, your mom was driving and-" he was cut off by mom, "he was touching my thighs. Not my fault that his hands are rough. It turned me on. " I let out a sigh. And yes, before you ask, my parents were always so blunt. "Oh come on, love, you can't put this on me. I did not tell you to wear a fucking skirt, now did I?" Dad questioned, raising his brows at mom who rolled her eyes, "shut up."

mom questioned timidly as she peered around the corner, one of her cast iron skillets clutched in her hand. Between dad’s baseball bat and her skillet, I’m more afraid of the skillet. She wouldn’t even have to swing too hard to cause more damage than dad swinging that wooden bat. “Put the weapon down, woman. It’s just our son and a girl.” dad snickered at the last part. Mom lowered her skillet and rushed out her hair up in curlers under a sleeping cap, her robe partially opened, revealing her sleeping gown.

My mom was wearing a strapless cream dress which had sheer black over it and with some black designs on the top, my mom was 1089, but she looked like she was still 27, young and beautiful. We walked down the stairs and towards the front where our thrones were, I know, I know it sounds like those olden time shit but the royals still have this shit. We sat down and watched as everyone went back to talking, the time was now 7 and I was hoping that Skylar would show up.

I did not want to go to work for the alpha and wishes that he had chosen someone else other than me. "Here, try on this," my mamma told me as she takes the red skirt from the bed. Before I took it from her, I quickly took off my lower clothes and reached for the skirt, taking it from her. My mamma stood silently watching me as I place one foot through the skirt and then the other. Gently, I pulled it up over my legs. "Stop pulling the skirt at your waist," my mamma told me. I did and stood still, staring at the thin red skirt way above my knees. I then felt so uncomfortable with the length of the skirt.

It was Friday, and I’d dressed for my best friend Sonia’s party, my crop top barely covering my tits, my skirt so short it rode up with every step, showing off my thighs. In the living room, Mom was serving dinner, off work for once, chatting with Daddy about his company. His eyes flicked to me as I walked in, raking over my body, lingering on the strip of bare stomach, the hem of my skirt barely hiding my panties. “Elle, oh my God,” Mom gasped, setting down a plate. “That dress is way too revealing. Your tummy’s showing, and that skirt’s so short—one tug and you’re bare. It’s just a birthday party, not a strip club.”

The three of us exchanged questionable glances, having no idea who it could be so early in the morning. “Are you two expecting anyone?” Mom asked while glancing at her wristwatch. Seeing her, I was wondering why she was so dressed up. It wasn't like her to put in heavy makeup and a designer dress. “Perhaps you…why so dressed up?” I asked and scanned her from head to toe. She looked so stunning. She didn't answer but giggled shyly which had me thinking. “Mama caught a big fish…meow meow,” Skylar remarked mischievously with a pur and my mom was even more flushed.

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Jordan, I have to go anyway, I need to go the mall. I thought, WOW, so Gena is a little whore and it looks like my sister Jordan wants to be fucked, but doesn’t know how, maybe I can help. I started viewing mom’s video recordings after our shopping trip and she had gone to her room. Mom had taken a shower and had dawned on a black see through mini-skirt. The min-skirt was so sheer, I could see she had a pair of tiny white sheer panties on. I had never seen her dress up in a skirt like that before. She was not wearing a top or bra, and her beautiful breasts were in fully exposed as she walked around her room. I wished I could just attack her luscious tits and suck on them.