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Me and Mom Fisting

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

I took a deep breath, braced my shoulders, and walked bravely toward my bedroom door, full of trepidation inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened the door, leaving it open in the hopes that I could convince Lisa to leave quickly. She was lying on my bed, face down, the light from my desk lamp playing over the rise of her buttocks which were covered only by the thin cotton of her nightgown. Her face was flushed and I wondered if she'd been touching herself. Lisa got on her elbow looked at me. "Spill the beans, buddy," she smiled. "What beans?" I asked, as innocently as I could. "Cut the crap. You're late. Something happened and I want to know what." "I'm tired," I said, pulling my shirt over my head to make my point. "I'll tell you tomorrow," I said, bracing my left foot against the back of the runner on my right and pushing it off. "You'll tell me tonight. I'm not leaving," Lisa proclaimed, dropping her head onto my pillow and closing her eyes with a big smirk on her face. "Suit yourself," I replied, kicking my left runner off and flicking it toward the bed. I made a big production of loosening my belt and unzipping my jeans, hoping Lisa would change her mind, but she only snuggled deeper into the blankets. "Alright," I sighed. Lisa's eyes opened and she smiled, shifting over to make room for me to sit on the bed. As soon as I sat down, she closed her eyes again. "Start from the beginning," she said, sqiggling into the covers. So I started the ... bullshit, relating how I had gone to Eleyna's house for dinner. I described what her mom had made and was pleased by the impatient twitching my detailed descriptions produced in my s****r's bottom. I smiled to myself. I managed to drag the story out with all the boring minutia I could think of but Lisa controlled her frustration and I soon decided that I should just tell her something so she would leave. Her ass was driving me nuts and I was afraid of forgetting who it belonged to and actually touching it. "So Eleyna's phone rang while we were eating dessert. She didn't want to answer it but her mom insisted. It was work," I said, "and they wanted Eleyna to come in right away because two of the other girls had called in sick. Eleyna didn't want to but her mom reminded her that they needed the money, so Eleyna left." Lisa sighed, wiggled, and pulled her elbows in tighter to her sides, knowing the juicy part was about to begin. For the first time, I noticed that Lisa's nightgown was open at the back, more summer nightware than early spring. Her skin was unblemished by even a single mole and exposed down to the small of her back. "Eleyna's mom didn't say a thing after she left. She just kept eating her dessert really slowly and doing something weird with her eyes every time she took a bite." Lisa giggled. "What's her name?" "What?" "Her name. What is her name?" "Uh..." I struggled, searching my mind for a name. "Eileen," I said, after a long pause. "Eileen?" Lisa asked. "That's not ...