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Me and Mom Fisting

... breast. My knee hung in the air awkwardly for a moment before I gingerly lowered it behind Mom's back. I now straddled both women. Lisa laughed at Mom, producing a return giggle, then looked up at me and smiled. "You've been a very good boy, Jerrod," she laughed, grasping my cock again. Pulling down, she brought it close to her face, then pressed it against her cheek. Letting go, she curled her hand around Mom's neck and pulled her close. They kissed. I watched, stunned, as their kisses grew from tentative to committed and then intense. I tried to remain in the gallery but Lisa pressed my cock to her face as they kissed, and then pushed it onto Mom's. I began rubbing my cock all over their faces as they kissed. Their lips parted and my cock pushed between them. Lisa laughed out loud and pushed her head forward, trapping my shaft between their soft lips. I groaned as two mouths closed around my cock, bathed by two tongues, flicking and sliding, licking and sucking. I started thrusting between their faces, barely able to contain the sensation flickering up my rod into my body. My cock slipped sideways and pushed into Lisa's mouth. Her head twisted as she immediately moved back and forth, sucking me. As soon as she ejected my cock, Mom captured it in hers. "Oh God, Mom," I moaned, as my cock slipped to and fro over her lips and tongue, bulging her cheeks with each thrust. It was too much. I started to come. Mom f***ed me out, not because she didn't want to swallow my cum but ...

... because she was trying to share it with her daughter. Lisa had another idea, however, and her mouth captured Mom's in an intense kiss as I released the rest of my spend on their joined faces. They were unbothered and the kiss lasted well beyond the last gasping dribble of my cum along their entwined noses. When I crawled off the bed, they were still kissing. I stumbled out of the bedroom toward the shower. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn't return that morning. I left for school while Mom and Lisa were in the shower together. I won't try to describe the strange vibes reverberating throughout the house that night and the next day except to say that Dad was the only one who was oblivious. The following morning, which was a Thursday, found Dad and I alone at breakfast. "Where's Mom and Lisa?" I asked. He looked up from his paper, a frown crinkling his forehead. "No idea," he said, then casually returned to the article he was reading. I made and ate a bowl of cereal and a couple pieces of toast and left shortly after Dad. Walking down the block, I slowed and finally stopped. It was sunny. A nice spring day. Birds were singing. I turned around and slowly started walking back to the house. By the time I got there, I was whistling. I kept whistling in the house, pausing to take my shoes off, something Mom always yelled at me for not doing. I went upstairs and straight to my room without looking into either Mom's room or Lisa's. I undressed, completely, then ...