Me and Mom Fisting - Sex Stories

Me and Mom Fisting

... leave and then we jumped out, running, for no apparent reason, back to our house. We skipped through the neighbor's yard to avoid being seen out our front window and over the fence to the side of our house. Climbing up onto the garage, we sneaked into my bedroom window, left open for that purpose. I opened my bedroom door a crack to listen. I couldn't hear any noises from downstairs but there weren't any from upstairs either. I reasoned that, if Mom was upstairs, I would hear her, so I turned to Lisa and whispered the all clear. Lisa's eyes were fevered and her face flushed with excitement. She looked beautiful. As soon as my lips closed, Lisa grabbed my cheeks and pressed her lips to mine. Shocked at first, I started to react, pushing my tongue between my lips and through hers but she backed away, eyes dancing. "Later," she promised. "If you're a good boy." I peeked out the door. The hallway was clear. Carefully, Lisa and I tiptoed down the hallway and into Mom's room. I froze. Mom was lying on the bed, the dress she'd been wearing tossed casually onto a chair, along with her stockings. She looked asl**p, lying stretched out, face down, dressed only in a slip. Lisa plowed into my back and peeked around, her eyes wide. I held my finger to my lips, then waved for Lisa to retreat. She looked at the open closet door and nodded in that direction. I shook my head but she stepped around me and tiptoed into the closet, then turned and waved for me to approach Mom. "She's waiting ...

... for you," she mouthed silently. I doubted it. Why would Mom be expecting me back? Then again, why was she lying down fifteen minutes after we had left with her dress off? I peered at the way her ass rose up from her back and how her feet were turned outward, about two feet apart, her legs forming a long V, parted perfectly for my purpose. My cock shifted and I absently reached down to pull my jeans away to make some room. Lisa put her hand to her mouth, smothering a laugh. She jerked her head toward Mom and I looked again at her inviting ass and open legs. My swelling cock unlimbered. Lisa was smirking. I took my first tentative step, then another, and another. Five feet from the bed, I froze. Mom twitched. Had she heard me? She shifted her hips, lifting her ass an inch before settling down. Her feet moved and her legs parted a few more inches. My eyes ran up the back of her bare legs to her ass. Bigger than Lisa's but inviting nonetheless. I remembered kissing and nibbling Lisa's ass while I shoved my hand up her cunt. Mom's ass beckoned. I moved forward. There was room for me to perch on the side of the bed, just as Lisa had left room for me to sit. Had Mom made room for me? There was only one way to find out. I leaned over and pressed my hand into the mattress between Mom's knees, not near enough to touch her legs but sufficiently firm for its presence to be known. Mom didn't react in any discernible way. I lifted my hand, very slowly until the mattress bounced back to its ...