Like mother like daughter part 2
I was feeling very restless, it was a few weeks after our mutual jilling session. I was hornier than ever, I couldn’t get the image of my Mom masturbating furiously next to me while I wildly humped my pillow right next to her out of my mind. Not that I wanted to forget that image, but I was like a sex addict, normally a once a day girl, my pussy was hotter than a forest fire, and I was bringing my burning center off five times a day. Every time, all I needed to do was visualize it, the sight of my Mom plunging her fingers in and out, listening to the wet squelch of her juices, and the feel of pressing my horny pussy down hard, grinding my vagina tightly against that pillow, and the remembrance would make me explode, my clit twitching and my pussy spasming wildly.
I was more than eager to do it again with my Mom, but very unsure how she felt about doing it again. We hadn’t really spoken of it since we got home, and I hoped she hadn’t been freaked out about being so intimate with her daughter, I hadn’t been freaked out, I was just more turned on, and wanted to do it again.
Our bedrooms are down the upstairs hall from each other, and I noticed one night that she had left her door partly ajar. I was intrigued, as she always makes sure it’s shut properly when she goes to bed. I crept down the hall, and could hear grunts and soft cries of pleasure. I peeked in, and my pussy started to pulse with heat. She had a dim, bedside lamp on, and there was my Mom, totally naked, humping her pillow. She was riding it just the way I liked to ride mine, her sexy ass going up and down, grinding her pulsing heat filled center down tightly against the pillow, damn she has such a fine, hot body, and the sexy sight made my body light up.
I was startled, when she suddenly said, “Are you there, Trish? You’re watching me aren’t you? Stop watching, grab your pillow, and come join me.”
That was all I needed to hear. I dashed into my bedroom, grabbed my favorite humping pillow, threw off my nightgown, and was in my Mom’s bedroom quickly, my nude body right next to my Mom’s. She looked over at me, her face flushed, her breathing deep, and I could see the naked lust in her eyes.
“Now, Trish, ride your pillow, hump it, and watch me hump my pillow. Hump until you can’t take it anymore, watch your Mom humping her pillow, and cum like crazy!”
I was more than eager to do so, and stuffing my pillow between my thighs, I went to work. I slowly began to grind my throbbing clitoris against my pillow. The feelings started to shoot through me, and I could feel my pillow developing the familiar wet spot from the hot juices flowing from my horny pussy. I turned my head, watched my Mom grinding, I got my left hand under my breast and started to pull and tug on my hard, aching nipple. My Mom was watching me hump, fuck I felt so horny, so lewd, and so hot, I had my eyes on my Mom, watching her humping the pillow, riding it like I rode mine, her sexy ass going up and down just like me, was putting me into a whole different plane of horniness. I could feel my pussy reaching the boiling point.
My Mom shreiked, “Fuck, oh my god, fuck, cumming, yes, yes, YES!”
I watched my Mom grinding hard against the pillow, pressing her vagina down tightly, and her body spasming and shaking in the grip of climax. That was all I needed, and I could feel the wave racing at me, I gripped the pillow tightly to my pussy, and humped madly at it.
“Oh my god, yes, I’m cumming too, FUCK!”
I howled with pleasure as my thobbing, overheated pussy exploded, my body felt like it lit up, knowing that my Mom was watching her horny little daughter humping madly at her pillow, cumming hard, just made my orgasm even more powerful. I twitched, grunted, shook and gasped as my orgasm seized me in its grip of pleasure. My Mom face was alight with lust as she watched me.
I slumped, breathing hard, rolling onto my back. Suddenly, my Mom was right there, I felt her fingers sliding over my mound, stroking gently though my pubic hair, heading for my still pulsing center. I looked up, surprised, was about to say something, my Mom simply said hush. I hushed, I sure had no qualms about the feeling of her fingers gliding gently towards my horny center, and I gave myself up to her, letting her have her way with me. Her fingers danced around the entrance to my vagina, the feather light touches starting me up again. She slid her fingertips just inside, rimming my lips with her fingers, setting my pussy churning, my cream started to gush, and I could feel another orgasm welling up. My Mom smiled down at me as her talented fingers slid up, and her fingertips, now juicy and very wet with my copious juices, slid around and around my clit, my juices providing the perfect lubricant. My pussy was throbbing, my clit twitching wildly, and I grunted, right on the edge, then I went over. I arched up, a howl of sheer pleasure escaped me, and I felt my orgasm slam into me. I felt it spin around in me, my body shaking, cries of pure, wordless pleasure escaping, my Mom gently polishing my pulsing clit, until my body had given one last spasm of pleasure, then she did something that was incredibly erotic. She brought her fingers, dripping wet with my juices, to her mouth, and sucked them into her mouth, eager to lick all my juices off her fingers. I heard a moan of pleasure as she tasted my juices, the essence of her very own daughter.
She looked at me, her eyes glowing in the dim light, and cooed, “Delicious, your juices were as delicious as I thought they would be. I’ve wanted to stroke you, and taste your juices, but I had no idea if you were comfortable with that, so, I set up that capture me in the act scene, and hoped that you would look in. I felt your eyes on me, and that’s when I urged you to join me, I’m so glad you did.”
She rolled onto her back, and told me, “Now, I must do it again, I’m so horny. You can watch, you can join in, or would you like to finger me the way I did you?”
Fortunately, I was ramped up enough to give her what she gave me. Just before I started, she took my head, brought me forward, and placed her lips tightly against mine. I was startled for a second, then my lips parted, my tongue came out, and I could feel my pussy starting to cream up again as my Mom kissed me like a lover, long, slow, deep, tongue filled swirls of passion. I retuned the kisses with all the passion and ardor that was brimming up inside of me, my pussy was buttery slick, almost gushing.
I reluctantly broke the kiss, so I could concetrate on what I wanted to do. My Mom eyes were wide, glazed with passion as my fingers slid through her mat of curly pubic hair. My heart and my pussy were pulsing, this was the first time I was ever going to do something so sexy with another female, and it was my Mom! I reached down, cupping my Mom’s pussy. My fingers lightly glided up and down her slick, swollen vaginal lips, tracing the folds. I was fascinated, feeling the folds and contours of my Mom’s sexy center. With a feather’s touch, I gently probed the lips of her vagina, and eased my finger in between them and filled the void, as my finger went inside, I could feel my Mom’s sweet moisture flow out, her moan of pleasure letting me know I was doing it right.
I started to gently finger-fuck my Mom, I could could feel her vagina contracting to grip at my finger. Her delicious cries of pleasure urged me on, and I slipped in another finger, and started to fuck her a bit harder.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, “stroke my clit sweetheart, make me cum, make your Mom cum all over your hand, baby.”
Like a good daughter, I always do what my Mom tells me. Bringing my other hand into play, I started to stroke at her clit, feeling it stiffen up, and slicking up my fingers with her gushing juices, I grasped her clit, and started to twirl my fingers around it, I could see her body start to stiffen, and I felt her pussy clamp tightly against my fingers.
She grunted, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, cumming, yes, cumming, fuck YES!”
Her pussy gushed her juices wildly, soaking my hands, and her orgasm slammed into her, her body jerking, shaking, shuddering, her howl of pleasure filling the bedroom. I stayed with her, until the last spasm, then withdrew my fingers. With my Mom watching, I brought my dripping wet fingers to my lips and hungrily sucked them clean, the erotic taste of her juices firing me up.
My pussy was burning with heat, a horny volcano ready to blow, and my Mom quickly cuddled me to her as she slipped her fingers in, and gave me what I needed. It took all of 10 seconds before I exploded, clinging to my Mom and uttering unintelligible cries of pleasure as I came hard, feeling like I was exploding into nothing more than a shaking, jerking, writhing mass of pleasure.
I was spent, and I felt my Mom cuddling to my body, the press of my Mom’s sexy body against mine, so fascinating, feeling her legs, her tummy, her breasts pressing against me, an almost mirror image of my own body, so similar in some ways, yet so different in other ways. I quickly fell asleep with that thought playing through my head.