Lie Daughter Lie Mother

My mom and I drove eight hundred miles to visit my aunt on her deathbed. We spent a week at my grandmother's house waiting for her to die. Much to our relief, she did not die, and once she was out of danger, Mom and I began our drive back. Halfway home, Mom decided we should stop for the night and get a motel room. I was glad because we were both hot and sweaty, plus it had been a stressful week.

My mom and I get along wonderfully. She had me when she was eighteen, I was conceived the night of the senior prom when her date persuaded her to lose her virginity. Having me at such a young age, meant that we pretty much raised each other. She is still young and beautiful at 38, with me being 20, she looks more like my big sister, rather than my mom.

Anyway, we stopped and got a room. Hungry, we ate at the Perkins across the street, then went to our room. We got the last room available, with one king-size bed, so we had to share a bed. The AC was barely working, it was really hot. Mom was too tired to drive on and find another motel, the area that we were in was pretty rugged and the population was sparse.

Mom told me that she needed a shower to cool off, so I let her go ahead. The room was so hot that she decided to stay naked. That surprised me, she has a beautiful body, still slim and trim, but my family was never big on nudity. I took the shower after her, and getting into the spirit of things, after my shower, I decided to stay nude too.

Having been a basketball star for my old high school, kept my body well-toned, plus, I enjoyed the freedom of being naked. Since Mom started it by not dressing after her shower, I figured I could stay naked too. Mom had a light puff of pubic hair, pretty well a match for my well-trimmed muff. Anyway, we lay in bed talking and watching TV and fell asleep with the TV on.

Sometime after midnight, I awoke to the sounds of sex. The couple in the next room was fucking. I could clearly hear them moaning and groaning. The sounds of their sex made my pussy wet and throbbing. It had been a week since I had been able to masturbate. With the stress of my aunt on her deathbed, I was able to ignore my sexual needs. But with her out of danger, and hearing the passionate couple in the next room, my sexual needs overwhelmed me.

Mom and I were both laying on top of the covers still naked. She was on her back. I was sleeping on my belly. I needed to cum in the worst way. So I slowly eased my pillow under me. I managed to get it between my legs. I have been a pillow-humper since my first time, I love fucking my pillows. I was not sure if I could get myself off like that with my mom lying next to me in bed. But pure sexual desperation made me try.

I opened my legs, stuffed the pillow between my thighs, and slowly began to grind my throbbing clitoris against my pillow. I could feel my pillow getting soaked from the hot juices that flowed freely from my vagina. I got my left hand under my breast and I pinched my nipple. I had my eyes on my mom, making sure she did wake upe-up and catch me. We are open about sexual issues, but that did not mean I wanted her to catch me masturbating.

Suddenly, she began to move. The sounds of the couple in the next room had awakened her too. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I could only pray that she did not notice that I had a pillow between my legs. The TV was still on, and that provided plenty of light.

The couple in the next room were getting louder. I could hear the woman telling the man to lick her clit, and to finger her ass. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see my mom looking at me. I froze knowing that she saw where my pillow was. But she did not say anything. Instead, she settled on her back. She was listening to the couple in the next room. I was pretending to sleep. With my hair covering my eyes, she could not see me looking at her.

Then I saw my mom's right hand move down her body. I watched in complete amazement as my mom began to slowly caress her pussy.

When I was eighteen, my mom "almost" caught me humping my pillow. She walked into my room just as I finished humping my pillow, having just enjoyed several thunderous orgasms. She was just as embarrassed as I was. I was laying in bed, totally naked, covered with sweat, breathing hard from masturbating. My room smelled like the hot, sex-filled air of a bordello. Mom eyed my pillow, saw a wet spot on it, and knew that I had been grinding my pillow again.

Mom gave me the usual talk about how masturbation was healthy. As a parent, she felt she had to say something. The embarrassment of having to talk about it nearly killed us both. Thankfully, she and I never talked about it again. Now, I was lying next to her, pretending to be asleep, while watching her fingers caressing her pussy.

The couple in the next room started having intercourse, I heard her say, "Get on top and shove that big cock up my cunt, fuck me hard." I heard her moan, then the sounds of their bed banging against the wall.

My mom heard them too, and her fingers were furiously moving up and down her pussy. I could hear the slick, wet sounds her fingers made as she masturbated next to me. Then, as I watched her, she plunged her fingers deep into her vagina. I could hear how wet she was, the wet squishy sounds of her fingers furiously fucking herself. The couple in the next room was getting even louder as the woman moaned and groaned.

This was more than I could stand. I started grinding my pussy against the pillow under me. I was grinding fast and hard, my hips going up and down. I was in the grip of a red-hot haze of lust, hell and wild horses couldn't have stopped me. I slid my right hand under me, sliding it between my clit and my pillow, I started humping my hand. I could feel my wetness flowing out over my hand as my fingers began rubbing my stiff, swollen clit.

My mom saw that I was openly masturbating next to her. I knew she was watching me, as I watched her furiously masturbating next to me. For a horrifying second, I thought that I had gone too far, and she would stop, or say something. But she didn't say a word. We were both too close to orgasm to stop. Then, as I watched, her body went stiff, then she groaned loudly as she went into orgasm, her body shook with the intensity of her climax.

Pushing my pillow aside, I rolled over on my back. I opened my legs as my fingers swirled around my clit in tiny circles. I needed to finger fuck myself hard, and I plunged my fingers into my sopping wet cunt, over and over, finger fucking myself wildly.

Recovering from her orgasm, Mom looked over at me just as I reached the edge. Knowing that Mom was watching me drove me wild, and I groaned as I plunged into orgasm. My hips went ballistic, humping up at my fingers as my orgasm consumed me. I saw my Mom, with a smile on her face, and seeing that my Mom was watching me as wave after orgasmic wave exploded within me, just made me cum even harder. My body shook wildly as I went from one orgasm, into another, and another, I came HARD!

Breathing like a racehorse, I began to float back down to earth. My body was drenched in sweat. My mom looked at me, smiling. I started laughing, then she started laughing. We were both laughing as we heard the woman in the next room announce her orgasm. She screamed, "I'm cumming!" That made Mom and I laugh even harder.

Later that night, when I thought my mom was asleep, l lay on my back and started masturbating again with my fingers. Mom fooled me she was not asleep. When she saw what I was doing, she started masturbating too. We lay next to each other, naked, on top of the bedding, our legs spread, watching each other masturbating furiously, the slick wet sounds of our fingers wildly fucking our sopping vaginas and our cries and sounds of pleasure helping to drive us both to explosive climaxes, leaving us totally satisfied.

It was amazing watching my mom as she brought herself to orgasm...and allowing her to watch me as I wildly finger fucked myself until I exploded in orgasm.

The next morning, we were too embarrassed to look at each other. And when we did, we started laughing. Neither of us could believe that we had mutually masturbated together, twice. That experience has brought us even closer, and I hope one day, we can get together and do it again.