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Me and Mom Fisting

... paying very close attention now. A good hunk of gossip, even if she couldn't tell anyone about it, was like gold, and this was a delicious morsel. "God, she must be as horny as Eleyna. Go on," Lisa instructed. "Well, during the commercials, Eleyna got up to use the bathroom and her mom put her hand on my leg, rubbing it, like." Lisa's eyes were almost coming out of her head. "So, I put her hand back on her leg and got up, but I lost my balance and fell back on the couch with my right hand out to stop myself, you know, and it went right between her legs. I didn't realize it at first, but when I tried to push myself back up, I could feel her heat. She was real soft there and she clamped her legs real tight and grabbed my arm." I stopped to take a deep breath. This was dangerously close to what I'd said about Mom but keeping as close to the truth as possible, I reasoned, made my story more plausible. "And..." Lisa said, impatient for me to continue. "She started humping my arm." "No way. You're k**ding?" Lisa started to laugh. I nodded and she started laughing hard. "Yeah, she started humping my arm hard. I mean, her eyes were open and everything, but she looked like she was having a fit. She humped and humped and I was freaking out thinking Eleyna would come back and see, so I started frigging her with my hand." "You what?" Lisa was incredulous. "I started frigging her with my hand. I mean, I didn't want Eleyna to catch us, so I wanted her to get off quick so she'd stop." ...

... "You're fucking joking," Lisa cried, amazed. No, for real. She came like almost right away. Anyway, Eleyna came back just after and her mom acted like nothing had happened. Except, when I left, when Eleyna wasn't looking, she put her hand on my cheek and told me not to be a stranger." "Holy fuck," Lisa said again. She sat down on the bed beside me. "You're not going to, are you?" "Not going to what?" I asked. "You know what I mean. You're not going to fuck her, are you?" I paused. This was getting too complicated. "You are. You're really going to fuck her?" "No. I'm not," I protested. "I just," my mind flailed about. I just what? What could I say? "I just... wondered, why she got off so quickly on my arm," I finished lamely. "Hmmm," Lisa mused, engaging that dangerous mind of hers. "I wonder," she said, nibbling on the tip of her finger. "Maybe she likes the feel of something big there. You have strong arms." "You think she uses... really?" "Dildoes? Sure. She's been alone for years, right?" I nodded. "Well, maybe she uses real big ones but is tired of inanimate toys. Your arm might be the only warm flesh she's felt in a long time." Lisa's face showed her disgust but her eyes twinkled with interest. "Is that what you're wondering? You want to know if Eleyna will let you use your whole hand if you jam your arm between her legs? Like mother, like daughter?" Lisa giggled. I didn't nod one way or the other. I couldn't think fast enough to know what to do. "Well, I've seen it done on ...