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Me and Mom Fisting

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

against my hand. Her eyes were closed but I knew she wasn't having a fit, she was having an orgasm. Oh my God. I glanced at Dad but his head was still buried in the newspaper. I looked back at Mom. There was no doubt about it. Even with my limited sexual experience, I still knew what I was seeing, and feeling. Mom was getting her rocks off on my hand. God help me, I curled my hand more tighter around her pussy, and rubbed it. Mom bucked hard and I pressed equally hard back, if only to keep her seated so she wouldn't attract Dad's attention. I dug the heel of my palm against the upper part of Mom's snatch and my longest finger automatically stretched down, finding and fitting into the length of her slit under the tight, black stretchy pants. I was a bit stunned by my action but I crooked the tip of my finger to get a better hold anyway and ground the heel of my hand firmly against Mom's frantic love muscle. She shuddered, long and hard. When she was done, I pulled my hand away, got up, and walked quickly upstairs to my room. I tried to wait until I was out of sight but couldn't, lifting my hand to my face to smell my palm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hid in my room that night, living in fear of a visit from either my father or my mother. Lisa was still pissed at me so I wasn't worried about her coming. Thankfully, I was left alone. The next morning, Lisa was back to normal, k**ding me about this and that and Dad was in his usual shell. Mom ignored me but ... I could tell she was bothered. Like me, it didn't look like she had slept well. I ate my cereal quickly and tossed down a glass of juice, then got up to leave. As I was going out the door, Mom called out. "Don't forget your lunch." Reluctantly, I returned to the kitchen to get my lunch. "It's over there," Mom jerked her head toward the counter beside her. I glanced at her as I retrieved it but Mom stared straight into the sink at the dishes she was washing. Lisa and Dad were oblivious to the tension between us but to me it was a palpable entity in the room. I had a hell of a day at school and skulked around for hours before going home, leery of facing Mom alone. I was afraid she would want to talk and I couldn't face that. Why, oh why had I moved my hand? Why couldn't I leave well enough alone? If I had kept still, it would have been all on her, but no, I had to rub her pussy. What a dumb fuckwad! Dinner was much like breakfast except Lisa seemed to twig that something was up between Mom and me. She didn't say anything but I knew she would be in my room like a dirty shirt soon enough to get the skinny on what was going on. I stayed in the living room to avoid her but when Mom came in after cleaning up the kitchen, it became too uncomfortable, so I chose the lesser of two evils and retreated to my room to surf the net. "What?" I answered the quiet knock on my door. It opened and Lisa's head poked in. "Shhhhh," she shushed, slipping inside and closing the door. "What did you do ...