Two of Tori’s fingers slid into my cunt. “I can feel your cunt squeezing me, you’re going to love taking a fist like this all the time now.”
“I wanna trys it, lemme trys it,” I mumbled some more, my hips pumping back into her fist. Indian sex I was confused to find Mommy on the couch instead of sitting at the kitchen table, no cereal or eggs waiting for me to eat. In a daze I held my breath and watched my abdomen move and slowly realized that was Tori’s hand inside of me. “Here sweetie, take a couple of hits off of this and we’ll see how quickly we can play cunt punch,” she said as she passed it to me. “There you go sweet thing…”
“Mommy I haves to pee!” I slurred, the pressure of her fist making me feel like I was going to burst.




















