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Me and Mom Fisting

... cried out. I stopped, then twisted my hand slowly from side to side. Mom whimpered and her hands stretched back to grasp the edge of the counter. I kept twisting my hand but added a gentle to and fro motion, rocking Mom over the sink. She was emitting a constant, low-level moan now and her legs were quivering violently. It wouldn't be long now and I knew I would probably have to leave right away, in fact, I wanted to escape. I twisted the top of my jeans open and yanked, succeeding in getting my zipper half way undone, then pressed my cock, still covered by my shorts, against the side of Mom's rump. Reaching under Mom with my free hand, I grasped her left tit, squeezing and releasing it in concert with the action of my right hand and humping her left thigh as my own moans intermingled with hers. Mom's legs suddenly stiffened, vibrating hard. I knew she was coming and couldn't help releasing my own deluge. I withdrew my hand from Mom's tit as her thighs clamped hard on my right. My shorts were soaked and my cum leaked through onto Mom's skirt, pushed by each new surging torrent in perfect coordination with every gasp that escaped my mouth. Mom's legs went limp and I pulled my hand out, scr****g over her still quivering, slick thighs. I made sure she wasn't going to fall off the counter, then stumbled out of the kitchen and up to my room. I showered and changed. When I left, the shower was still going in Mom's room. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pretended ...

... I was going over to Eleyna's after dinner the next night. I couldn't tell Lisa that we had broken up because then I couldn't keep up the charade about seducing her mom. Now that I'd had a taste of my s****r's pussy — well, not literally, but the thought intrigued me — I desperately wanted to continue. Who knew how far it could go? Hell, I might even be able to fuck her, my gorgeous s****r! I tooled around until almost midnight to be sure that Mom and Dad would be in bed, then slipped quietly in the front door. Creeping up the stairs, I almost stumbled with elation when I saw the light shining around my almost closed door. She was waiting for me. Fuck, this was going to be soooo good. I f***ed myself not to rush down the hallway. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up Mom or Dad. It took an eternity to get to my room but I knew it was going to be worth it, I just knew it. I was already hard and pulled my shirt out of my jeans to cover myself. "Look what the cat brought in," Lisa laughed. I shushed her and looked back through the door, then closed it gently. "You look a little bedraggled," Lisa giggled just as loudly as the first time. "Be quiet, or I won't tell you what happened." "Oohhh," she giggled, ducking her head. "Alright, little b*****r, tell me what the slut's mother did tonight." Lisa had been sitting on the bed, facing me, and now turned to lay on it, on her tummy, leaving me enough room to sit beside her like before. Her legs bent at her knees as she waved her ...