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Me and Mom Fisting

... rigid, shook violently, and expelled my hand in a gush of cuntal fluid. I was amazed that I hadn't come before and subsequently, witnessing Lisa's intense orgasm, still didn't release my seed. Lisa collapsed on the bed but quickly twisted around to look up at me. "Who said you could do that, little b*****r?" she asked, eyes sparkling but not smiling. "I... uh... I..." I was wary as Lisa swung her legs around me and sat up. I turned away but remained sitting on the bed. "Are you going to tell me the truth now?" Lisa asked. "The truth?" I regurgitated, dumbly. "The truth," Lisa repeated. "I want to know the truth," she demanded. "I don't know what you mean," I mumbled, hunching over my hardon, hidden under my stretched underwear but persistent nonetheless. "Oh, yes you do. Do you know what I found out today?" I shook my head. "Eleyna lives with her father. Her mother left years ago." "No, she..." "No more bullshit, Jerrod. You're not a good liar, you never were, but these stories were too good for you to make up," Lisa mused. "So, who is it? Tell me who you've been doing this to." I shook my head, hanging it lower between my knees. "Cathy's mom? Have you been doing this to Cathy's mom." I raised my head. Lisa could see the horror in my eyes. Cathy was nice looking but her mother wasn't and she was a real bitch on top of it. "Who, then sweetie?" Lisa purred, her soft hand sliding through my lap and capturing my underwear-shrouded cock. "Who?" she whispered, squeezing, rubbing ...

... her thumb across the tip. "Lisa, don't," I protested, managing the weakest protest in recorded history. Lisa's rubbing thumb showed how much she believed my protest. Somehow her other hand managed to squeeze in there and my shorts suddenly flipped over the top of my dick. Lisa's warm hand circled my bare cock, her squeezing palm milking its head. "Tell me," she whispered. I moaned as Lisa started jacking my cock. "Own up, little b*****r, and I'll be very nice to you," Lisa planted a very wet, smacking, long kiss on the side of my face. "Please, Lisa," I groaned. "Just tell me," she husked, squeezing her hand up and down the full length of my shaft. "Ohhhh, faster," she whispered. "Doesn't that feel good, Jerrod?" She planted another long, wet kiss on my cheek. "Imagine how much better it could be?" I was going to come. It was obvious, but Lisa hadn't noticed. She was thinking. "Who, who could it be?" she wondered aloud. Oh, God, her hand felt good. Faster, she was moving faster. I was half out of my mind. I lunged up on the bed, fucking her hand. Almost there, almost there, oh yeah, picturing my hand under Mom's dress, bent over the sink, fisting her, shoving my hand in her cunt, I want to fuck her, fuck her! "Mom!" I gasped, half standing, shoving my cock through Lisa fingers, loosing my load, spurting all over my floor. Lisa was standing with me, her hand wanking hard, throwing my come all over the place. "Mom?" she cried. I collapsed back on the bed, throwing my arm across ...