Me and Mom Fisting - Sex Stories

Me and Mom Fisting

... very exotic. Not like Eleyna." "Well, that's her name," I said, defensively. Up to then, I had been surprised by how easily the bullshit came to me. "Hmmmphhh." "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Eleyna's mom.. Eileen, kept throwing me these seductive looks until we had finished our desserts. Then she said, Well, I hope you come over for dinner again, Jerrod.'" "She got up and started clearing away the dessert dishes. I was surprised because she seemed to be dismissing me which was strange given how flirtatious she'd been. She carried the dishes into the kitchen and started to wash them. I guess I was expected to leave." I paused, wondering if I could get Lisa to believe that I just left. Looking down at her tense shoulders, I tossed that idea. She had probably been waiting for hours to hear a juicy story. It would probably be easier to make something up than try to short-change her. I sighed. My eyes traveled down Lisa's bare spine to the start of her nightgown and up the slope of her buttocks which was surprisingly a bit of a climb from her narrow waist. Her ass looked so tight and small in her jeans but under the nightgown it seemed more prominent, and loose. Her cheeks were trembling in anticipation of what I was about to say. Actually, I realized, I didn't want to shorten the story. If she wanted a juicy story, I thought, I'll give her one. "I was about to leave and then I thought what a chickenshit move that would be and remembered what you ...

... said, If you don't risk, you don't get." I liked that touch, making my s****r a part of what I'd done, even responsible for it. Lisa's cheeks quivered again, betraying her excitement. "So, I walked back into the kitchen." I paused, turning sideways on the bed and aligning my knee with Lisa's left shoulder so I could admire her body more easily. My eyes focused on the thin material covering my s****r's buttocks. Lisa wiggled impatiently, making her cheeks shake. I smiled. This was good. Lisa wiggled again, prompting me to speak. "I stood behind her, not sure what to do. Should I turn her around and kiss her? Should I just slip my arms around her waist and grab her tits? I wasn't sure but I knew she knew I was right behind her and she was waiting for me to do something." I paused again and Lisa shifted restlessly. I loved it. I leaned over her and put my hand on the bed on the far side of her hip. Leaning down, I whispered. "That's when Eleyna's ... I mean, Eileen, grabbed a bunch of cutlery and dumped it into the sink." I paused, as if that was an important event. "But one dropped on the floor," I said. "A spoon," I explained further. I looked at Lisa's ass and wished I could touch it. She had such a nice one. Here, even in the dim light, I could almost see through the nightgown, well enough, anyway, to see the faint crack dividing her cheeks. "Eileen stopped washing the dishes and stared at the spoon. I bent down to pick it up and felt more than saw her look back into the sink ...