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 three 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 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 completely 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 and watched my Mom grinding, I got my left hand under my breast and started to pull and tug on my hard, aching nipple.