Me and Mom Fisting - Sex Stories

Me and Mom Fisting

... added, trying to cover up for my supposed breach. I shagged Eleyna hard. She buried her head in the pillow and grabbed the sheets. Harder, harder. The hair went red. Yeah, heave... heave, yeah, like this, the headboard slammed into the wall, hard, hard, slam, slam, slam. "Ahhhhhgghhhh," I yelled as Eleyna lifted her ass up and twisted it around my spewing cock, digging her toes into the mattress to provide greater leverage. Fuck, she was a great fuck, but as I released my spend, I was disappointed to see the color in her hair fade away, dulling down to its regular black. Later, lying side by side on the bed in the odor of our pungent sweat, my hand slipped down from Eleyna's back to her ass, and then onto the back of her thighs. A moment later, Eleyna parted her legs to let my hand fall between and I dutifully rubbed my fingers through her slit. I knew she wanted it again. I toyed with her pussy much longer than usual, teasing her without mercy until she was lifting her ass way up, trying to get more, pleading with me to finger her harder. I pushed my fingers into her cunt and started giving her the real treatment. It wasn't long before she was moaning and whimpering for me to fuck her again. "Come inside," she whispered. I ignored her pleading, though she asked several more times. "Please, fuck me now," she begged when I had all my fingers in her up to the knuckles. She was ready. I tucked my thumb under my fingers and pushed. "Arrrrghhhhhh," she bellowed. She was tight. I ...

... pushed harder. Eleyna's ass was waving all over. Fuck, did she ever want it. My little fuck slut. I shoved but my hand couldn't squeeze into her quivering cunt. "Owwwww," Eleyna bellowed, throwing herself forward and squirting my hand out. "Fuck," she cried, whirling around, drawing her feet underneath her in a crouch. "You fucking asshole!" Whack! My hand went to my face. It was numb. Eleyna had slugged me, luckily hitting me on the chin. She tried to hit me again but I ducked. "Get out," she yelled. I leapt backwards off the bed and looked frantically around for my clothes. I hadn't pulled my jeans all the way on before she jumped off the bed and started pummeling my back and tried to knee me in the face as I bent over to retrieve my shirt and runners. "Do you think I'm a whore?" she yelled. "Get out... get the fuck out!" I scrambled out of her room and stumbled down the stairs. Thankfully, the door slammed behind me and I made my way to the door in the dark hoping not to be further accosted by an angry parent. I walked home, looking at the sky often, wondering, WTF? It wasn't until I turned into our yard that I realized I had left my coat and wasn't wearing any socks. I slipped into the house quietly and crept up the stairs. I don't know why I was being so quiet. I guess I didn't want to see anyone right then, probably thinking they'd see the guilt written all over my face. I topped the stairs. There was light shining under my door. Oh, fuck. Lisa was waiting for me. Shit. ...