1. Me and Mom Fisting


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

    former self, shifted three inches higher, and pushed it back into the mattress again, depressing it further, a 'louder' announcement of my presence. Nothing. Could she actually be asl**p? I turned to look at the closet. Lisa was staring but surprisingly didn't make any gestures. She seemed mesmerized by the whole scene. I shifted my hand higher and pushed down, this time brushing past the hem of Mom's slip and barely grazing the skin on the inside of each thigh. Not even a flinch. There should have been something, a twitch, some kind of reaction, but there was none. I lifted my hand and was about to push it under Mom's slip but changed my mind. Carefully, with the fingers of both hands, I pinched the edge of Mom's slip and gently lifted it higher up her thighs. Setting it down across her legs, I surveyed the way it lay, then picked it up and moved it two inches higher. I examined that layout for thirty seconds or so, then repeated what I'd done, leaving the slip stretched across the bottom of Mom's buttocks. I could see Mom was pantyless now, tufts of her pubic hair straying out from beneath the pale green slip. I sensed the difficulty she was having controlling her breathing, though no physical signs were evident, and it excited me. I wanted to unzip my jeans to relieve the pressure on my hardening cock but instead put my hand between Mom's legs again, scr****g across the inner thighs I'd barely grazed a minute before. Now my presence couldn't be denied, yet Mom did ...
    nothing. It was certain she knew I was here, had been waiting for me just as Lisa had said. I felt a tremendous burst of confidence, of sheer male power. This woman, this special woman, was lying before me, offering herself for my pleasure, and hers. I worked my hand higher, making sure to rub and sc**** teasingly over Mom's inner thighs. I was in no hurry. This wasn't the tentative, unsure fondling that had unfolded in the kitchen. This was a deliberate act of possession. As my hand neared Mom's pussy, my fingers closed into a fist, knuckles protruding, ready to brush across her moist, lower lips. I paused to rejoice, to ready myself to revel in the first wet, mushy contact. Should I probe with my fingers, or just f***e my fist inside? Poised at her entrance, I stopped. Grasping the hem of the slip with my left hand, I threw it up onto Mom's back. No delicate realignment here. This was a defiant gesture of control. I smiled down at Mom's bare ass, quivering with excitement below me. Lowering my face, I brushed my lips across her cheeks, and when I stopped to kiss and nibble her ass, I pushed my closed fist firmly against Mom's wet cunt. "Unngghhhh," she cried. I nipped Mom's ass gently between my teeth and maintained unrelenting pressure on her resisting pussy. I nibbled and bit, kissed and dragged my tongue across and then through her crack. My fist f***ed its way through her slippery lips and into her svelte cave. "Ohhhhhh, Goddd," Mom moaned. Twisting my hand to and fro, I slid ...
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