1. Me and Mom Fisting


    Date: 12/8/2016, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Mature, Author: xxx_hamster, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    she keeps acting sort of like she doesn't want to. Kapeessh?" I looked away, a dumb look pasted on my face. It wasn't an act. I had hoped Lisa would just drop it but she seemed determined and it wasn't easy to dissuade her once she got something in her head. I stared at the floor trying to look like I wasn't going to do it but was really thinking that what she'd said made sense. Lisa left in disgust, unaware that what she'd said had hit home, but vis-à-vis Mom. Mom hadn't extended an invitation like the one I'd made up for Lisa's benefit about Eleyna's mom but if I'd stayed on the couch, maybe she woud have. It had been two weeks since the accident. Maybe I was too late already but I couldn't do anything sooner than now so there was no sense crying about it. Forever. If I could have done something with Mom — God knows I wanted to, my cock had been telling me that ever since my forearm became acquainted with her pussy — and didn't, I would kick myself forever. I had to find the courage to try, and a way to do it that would leave an excuse if it didn't work out, as if it had been an accident again. Could I just do the same thing again, maybe after both Lisa and Dad had gone to bed? I doubted it. Mom went to bed early with Dad. Could I get Lisa and Dad out of the house at the same time? Doing what? I racked my brain but came up empty. Lisa would have thought of something but I couldn't ask her, she'd put two and two together right away. What to do? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ...
    - - - - - - - - - - The next morning I dawdled at breakfast. I came downstairs late and picked at my cereal. I couldn't help looking at Mom a few times. I mean, given what I was planning, how could I not. She was wearing plain white blouse and a longish brown skirt, not tight but loose, kind of like a riding skirt, I guess. Below, she wore tall, brown leather boots. Mom looked quite attractive in it but it wasn't exactly an outfit conducive to what I had in mind. Maybe I should just abort? I mulled that over as I chewed my cereal incessantly. Lisa noticed me dawdling but probably assumed I was sulking because she was mad at me. She ignored me until she was ready to leave, likely to increase the pressure for me to do something with Eleyna's mom. Dad waved and said goodbye as Lisa was putting on her coat. She walked to the kitchen doorway. "You better hurry up if you want a ride," she said. "I'm going to walk," I mumbled. Lisa didn't answer but passed by me to give Mom a peck on the cheek, then left. I ate my cereal more quickly, glancing at Mom as she slowly washed the dishes. The tension had reappeared and was thickening with each moment, though we hadn't spoken and Mom was focused on doing the dished. I finished my bowl, took a long look at Mom, especially the way the skirt sloped back over her buttocks and then dropped down her legs until it hit the brown boots. Too bad her legs weren't showing. I decided then to go for it. As soon as I made my decision, Mom moved away from ...
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