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Me and Mom Fisting

... my eyes. Lisa was beside me, leaning over, trying to pull my arm away so she could look into my eyes but I held fast. "Mom?" she asked, aghast. "I thought Mom was coming," I said lamely. "You were the only one coming," Lisa laughed but she didn't sound amused. "Mom. You're doing this to Mom?" "No," I cried. "What's the matter with you?" "Look at me and say it," Lisa demanded. I steeled myself, dropped my arm, and stared my s****r in the face. "Not Mom!" Lisa gazed steadily into my eyes. She didn't stare. She just looked at me. My defiance waned, I was weakening, my eyes wavered. "Jerrod! I can't believe it. You're fisting Mom!" It was a statement, not a question. "No, I'm not." "You are. Unfucking believable!" I denied it again but Lisa ignored me. "How could I have missed it. When... oh yeah, that day you asked me, about sticking your hand between a woman's legs... you said it was Eleyna's mom... you said Mom was mad because you fell on her leg... that's it, isn't it? That's when it happened. And I... I told you to go for it, didn't I?" Lisa looked at me again, marvel in her face. I couldn't believe she wasn't furious. Instead, she was... excited. Her eyes danced with amusement and wonder. "You're... fisting... Mom." I nodded. "Motherfucker!" "Not quite," I said, seriously. Lisa burst out laughing. I joined her. "Motherfucker," she giggled. "Not quite," I giggled back. Lisa broke the mood, her face abruptly straightening. "I want to see you do it." The mirth melted from my ...

... face. "Impossible," I said. "Possible," Lisa responded, nodding. "She won't, I mean, she doesn't really let me, it just happened." "It didn't just happen, Lisa replied. "She let it happen. No matter how accidental it looked, or how out of control she was, she let it happen." I shook my head. I knew she was right but also sensed how tentative Mom's reaction was, or, at least, how tentative my nerve was, though that had strengthened after getting Mom by the sink. But with my s****r there, or anybody for that matter? No way. I said as much to Lisa. "She won't know I'm there." "How?" "Do it in her room. Tomorrow. We'll sneak back into the house, both of us, and we'll wait until Mom comes up to her room. I'll hide in the closet, and watch." The excitement was bubbling within Lisa again. "I don't know," I wavered. "That's what we're going to do," Lisa stated. I looked uncertain. "Tomorrow," Lisa affirmed. I nodded. Lisa smiled. "And, if you do a good job, after, in your room, I'll show you something better than my hand." She laughed and leaned toward me and planted one of those wet, sloppy kisses on the side of my face, pushing my cheek in with a swirl of her tongue. She was still giggling, despite Mom and Dad being asl**p, when she walked out the door. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - We made a production of leaving the next morning, talking back and forth to each other too much, but neither Mom or Dad seemed to notice. Lisa parked around the corner until we saw Dad ...