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Me and Mom Fisting

... same look on her face if I just walked up to her and pushed my hand right in there. Every time I entertained that thought, I almost slapped myself, but that didn't stop me wondering about it again only minutes later. The thoughts didn't go away. In fact, I thought about it often, each time more intensively than the last. I searched out amateur videos of fisting on the web, rejecting the obvious porn actress wannabes, and convinced myself that real women did get off on it. I don't know if Lisa's reasoning was right, but they did tend to be older. "Have you tried her yet?" Lisa asked, as soon as she pushed my door closed behind her. I didn't pretend that I didn't know what she on about even though it had been over a week since we'd talked about it. "No." "You're going to though, aren't you?" I was surprised. Looking at my s****r, I could see real excitement in her piercing blue eyes. She was really into this. "No, it's too risky." I hoped if I chickened out, Lisa would drop the whole thing. "Too risky? That airhead will never find out." "She's not an airhead." "Bullshit. Eleyna's a total ditz. You're only doing her because she's got a decent body and likes to do it a lot." I couldn't argue that. Eleyna liked to do it often, but she always wanted to do it the same way and that was boring. "When are you going to do her mom?" Lisa asked, as if it was a foregone conclusion that I would. "I don't know." I wanted to put Lisa off but she wouldn't be dissuaded. Exasperated, I tried ...

... ineptitude. "I don't know how to approach her. I'm not sure she's still interested." Lisa walked to my bed and stretched out. I turned and watched her supple cheeks tweaking through her tights as she passed by me. Lisa had a great little ass. She arched her back as she stretched out, pulling her t-shirt tight over her small breasts. Lisa often did stuff like that when she wanted me to do something for her. She held her pose for a bit and I knew then this was something she really wanted me to do. Her breasts were stretched into elongated bumps by the arch of her back but it made her nipples much more prominent and they looked like they were going to pierce her t-shirt. Relaxing, Lisa caught me looking at her tits as they flopped forward to regain their form. She smiled, knowing I was now in the malleable state she liked to work with. "Have you seen her since?" "Yeah," "Did she seem mad?" "No." "Did she come on to you?" "No." "Ok, so she's playing coy or she's not sure but she's definitely interested." "How do you know that?" "That's too difficult to explain to a guy. Just take my word for it. She's intrigued, she just thinks she shouldn't be, so you have to start things up again." "How?" "By an 'accident', or better, just do something obvious, really sudden. Don't talk about it, just do it." "Do what?" "Grab her." "Grab her? You want me to just walk up and grab her?" "Yeah," Lisa laughed. "Just walk up to her like the Neanderthal you are, and grab her crotch." "You have to be ...