Me and Mom Fisting - Sex Stories

Me and Mom Fisting

... but she didn't start washing again. The spoon was lying between her feet and I grabbed it." I moved my hand and placed it between Lisa's ankles to demonstrate where the spoon was. "I lifted the spoon but instead of handing it to her, I brought it up between her legs, slowly, my hand scr****g off her calves so she knew what I was doing." I slid my hand up between Lisa's legs, showing her what I had supposedly done to Eileen. "She didn't move an inch until my hand got to her knees," I breathed, leaning over Lisa's back, "and then, all she did was move her feet apart. I twisted my hand so the back pressed against the inside of Lisa's knee and she shifted her leg over. I tilted my head and looked down her naked back, over the humps of her cotton covered buttocks to my hand, hanging between my s****r's knees. My cock stiffened, straightening inside my shorts, even within the confines of my bent over position. "I pushed my hand up," I whispered. "My breath caught in my throat as I realized I was pushing the spoon under Eileen's dress." I paused and took a deep breath to embellish the story but also needing it. My hand dragged up along the bed covers between Lisa's legs, stopping just short of the hem of her nightgown. After a very brief pause, I held my breath and pulled my hand higher. A burst of tingles sparkled all over the tip of my cock as my hand disappeared beneath Lisa's nightgown. I turned my head toward the door, guilt overwhelming me, as if suddenly afraid that someone ...

... would see what I was doing. It was dark behind the door I'd left open. Why hadn't I closed it? I turned back to look at Lisa. She had turned her own face into the pillow. My God. Could I do this? Could I do what I had done to Mom? Would she like it just like her? "I pushed my hand higher," I croaked, "deep under Eileen's skirt." My hand moved up, brushing through Lisa's taut thighs. They moved as if to part but really more relaxed than opened. Lisa was going along with the story. My cock, finding the freedom of my unzipped jeans, thrust into my nylon shorts, pushing a black lump above the waistband. I dropped my hand to cover it, releasing another burst of sparkles. I waxed poetic. "I closed my hand into a fist and pushed through her rubbery thighs, all the way up, and her flesh gave way." Obediently, my hand sk**ded through Lisa's thighs, pushing a wave of nightgown ahead. I stopped, stunned by my brazen act. "I dropped the spoon," I husked, "and it fell noisily to the floor as I shoved my fist up the last inch, crashing into her..." I was going to say panties but my hand moved with my words, through thighs more humid than damp, and crashed into Lisa's pussy. Her bare pussy. "... no panties," I cried. "No panties," I repeated, stunned. At a momentary loss for words, I pressed my hand into Lisa's muff, and my knuckles were coated in a sheen of moisture. "She wasn't wearing any panties," I whispered hoarsely, "and she was ready for me, must have been waiting for it all through ...