Me and Mom Fisting - Sex Stories

Me and Mom Fisting

... k**ding. You called me a moron last week when you thought I would actually do something like that." "I know," Lisa stopped laughing. "But I think it would actually work. I mean, if you surprised her, she might react the same way she did the first time. That would bring it out in the open. She'd have to admit she let you do it and might then acknowledge she liked it and wanted more. Better yet, if she starts getting off, tell her what you want to do to her. Then, even if she gets mad, I bet she'll think about it and let you do try again. Yeah, do it like that." "You're crazy." "Yeah, well she might be too," Lisa laughed, her eyes burning with excitement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was awake a lot that night, thinking about what Lisa had said, especially the last bit. I could tell Lisa was really intrigued about the fisting thing despite putting it down as gross. And, she was a lot like Mom. If she was crazy, maybe Mom was too. I wondered if Lisa was thinking about what it would feel like. I pictured herself in her bed, covers off, of course, so I could see her tight little body trying to feed a big dildo into herself. Big dildo? Did Mom have dildoes? If she did, maybe Lisa was right. I made a point to search Mom's room the next day. Now, where was I, or more to the point, where was my dirty mind. Ah yes, Lisa. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well, that didn't pan out. I looked all over Mom's room, through her closet and all her drawers. ...

... I didn't find anything that looked remotely like a dildo. Now, I was really apprehensive about following Lisa's instructions. If I'd found one, I might have screwed up the courage to do it, but the fact there weren't any made me suspect Lisa's logic. "Have you done it yet," Lisa burst excitedly into my room. I had heard her running up the stairs as soon as she got home. She was panting, I suppose from running, but I had a gut feeling it was partly because she was excited to hear what had happened with Eleyna's mom. "No, there wasn't an opportunity," I said. "For Christ's sake, Jerrod, don't be such a chickenshit," Lisa barked. "If you don't risk, you don't get. Look," she said, more calmly but still exasperated, "Eleyna's mom sent you a signal. If you don't do something soon she'll be offended and the invitation will be withdrawn, forever." Lisa stared at me, waiting for her words to sink in. Receiving no response, she sighed and continued. "Look, if you're nervous about it, find a way to touch her, maybe just brush up against her or put your hand somewhere that's intimate but not too threatening. If she doesn't do anything, or pushes back, you know you're got her. If she reacts badly, just act like it was an accident, say you're sorry, and that's it, you know it's a no-go. If she pulls away and gets flustered and agitated, then she probably wants to but can't bring herself around to letting it happen. In that case, just press on and she'll probably go with the flow, even if ...