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Me and Mom Fisting

... feet around. "Take off your shirt," Lisa ordered. "I don't want that bedraggled thing near my clean nightgown." I unbuttoned my shirt. Lisa watched until I pulled my arm out the first sleeve, then turned her face down into the pillow. My cock lurched when I noticed her spreading her legs further apart. This was going to be so awesome! I dropped my shirt to the floor and quietly unbuckled my jeans, spreading them slowly apart so the zipper wouldn't make any noise as it retracted. Look at that ass. This nightgown was even thinner than the one last night and nestled closely over her buns. I could see her crack standing six feet from the bed. Joy surged through my chest as I lowered myself carefully onto the bed beside my s****r, my eyes firmly focused on her supple little ass. Soon, soon. Lisa didn't hurry me. She let me speak without any prodding, unlike the night before. She looked ready for a good story, wiggling every now and then which sent quivers through her cheeks. I couldn't think of another excuse for why Eileen and I were alone so I used the same called-into-work baloney but Lisa didn't question it. I soon had Eileen pushed over on the couch, my hand deep under her dress, knuckles twisting back and forth, mashing against her pubes. "No panties again. You naughty, naughty girl," I exclaimed, berating both Eileen and my s****r who exhibited the same state of affairs. "You're making me be bad," I husked. "I can't help myself." My fingers probed, slipping easily inside ...

... Eleyna's mother in my mind and sluiced through Lisa's nether lips with even less resistance. "You shouldn't lift your ass like that, you shouldn't love it so much," I cried, truly loving it when Lisa raised her hips and opened her legs wider for me. Bunching all my fingers together, I pushed them into her pussy and was surprised at how easily they sank inside but maybe I shouldn't have been: my s****r self-lubricated as copiously as her mother. Lisa groaned into the pillow. The hell with the story. I released my cock which I hadn't until then realized I had grabbed and pulled Lisa's nightgown up onto her back, baring her gorgeous, tight little ass. My hand slipped across her barely ample cheeks, gently prodding her ass up to give my hand easier access to her pussy. When she moaned, I pushed my fingers deeper inside, pausing only when the width of my hand stopped further progress. Curling it inward, I applied more pressure and increased it more to override her resistance. Lisa groaned loudly and I was glad I had shut the door and that she had chosen to muffle her face in the pillow. A low growl escaped when my knuckles passed through. I was in. It was a straightforward handfuck after that. I leaned into my task, kissing and nibbling Lisa's cheeks and gently biting her ass as I worked my fist inside her cunt. She writhed before the onslaught of my hand, squiggled under my mouth, and whimpered at the flick of my tongue. So fucking hot, so very fucking hot. Too soon, she went ...