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Me and Mom Fisting

... and Lisa yelled, "Are you coming?" Fuck, I thought she had gone. I had told her I was going to walk. Hadn't she heard me? "Come on, Jerrod. Let's go." Evidently not. "Coming," I yelled, to hold Lisa at bay. I released the drawer, surprised that I hadn't already done so, and tried to pull my arm out but Mom's legs were squeezing too hard, trapping my hand between her thighs. I pulled again but Mom only tightened her legs. I closed my hand into a fist and twisted it to and fro, panicking, fearing that Lisa would come in to see what was keeping me. I yanked hard and half spun around when my hand burst free. Mom dropped onto her elbows on the counter, her hair falling over her face, her ass swaying from side to side and the skirt swishing around her boots. I ran to the door and met Lisa who was already half-way to the kitchen. "Hurry up," she berated me. Lisa ignored me on the way to school which suited me. I rested my chin on my knuckles as I gazed out the window at the fresh spring scenery whisking by, immersed in the musky aroma emanating from my fingers. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dinner was strangely normal that night. Nevertheless, Lisa sensed that something was up and came into my room without knocking soon after I left the table. "What's up?" she asked, bursting in my door. "Lisa!" I yelled, stumbling with one foot partly into a clean pair of jeans. I twisted around and sat down on the bed, hunching over to cover the front of my shorts. "What's up?" ...

... she repeated, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, oblivious of my partial state of undress. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "Nothing. I'm just going over to Eleyna's." "You weren't there this afternoon?" "No," I growled, leaning back on the bed, lifting my ass and yanking my jeans up. Lisa approached me. "I can tell something's up. It's written all over your face and you were off in space all through dinner." No doubt. I couldn't stop thinking about the morning and was kind of blown away by how normal Mom acted, as if nothing had happened. Obviously, I hadn't been able to do the same. "Nothing's up," I reiterated. "I'm just going over to Eleyna's." "Will her mom be there?" "I don't know." "You do so. I can tell just by looking at you," Lisa smirked, moving to sit beside me. She elbowed me in the ribs. "Own up." "Alright, alright," I complained, leaning away and pushing her. "Yes, her mom will be there, and yes, I'm going to try something if I get a chance." "What? What are you going to do?" Lisa grabbed my wrist and gripped it hard. Her eyes burned into mine. She was really excited. "Just what you said. When Eleyna leaves the room, I'll touch her and see what happens." "When are you coming home?" "I don't know. Late probably. I haven't seen Eleyna for a couple of days and you know how she is." "I know, the little slut," Lisa said. I didn't bother to protect my girlfriend. "And if things go well with her mother, you'll be ready to give it to her too, ...