Kathy Andrews: What a hot mother

Ann paused outside Misty's door, still undecided how to best handle the situation.

Opening the door, she stepped into Misty's room. Misty was lying on her stomach, facing the wall. Ann leaned against the door, looking at her. She could see the girl's long copper colored hair fanned out, and her long legs outstretched.

Misty's skirt was almost up to her ass. Ann looked at the swell of her daughter's ass beneath the skirt, seeing for the first time that her daughter was growing up, filling out, becoming rounded.

"Misty, turn over and look at me," Ann said softly.

Misty turned her head, facing her mother, but keeping her eyes closed. There was a faint pink tinge on her cheeks. Ann looked at her exquisite features. Misty was beautiful enough to grace any television commercial, and her body was obviously the beach bunny, California girl type. Her body was a perfect for all those very tight designer jeans.

Feeling something she had never felt before – a vague sensation of erotic courage – she looked at her daughter. There was that rippling feeling in her cunt again – a tremor of burning excitement in and around her clit. Something was pushing her, and she felt certain frustrations melting away.

"You enjoy playing with yourself, don't you, Misty?" Ann asked, her voice unusually throaty. "You like to put your finger in there and… in another girl, don't you?"

Misty blushed deeper.

Ann's eyes were blazing now, but not with anger. There was a wild fire inside her cunt, and in a gentle voice, she said: "Misty, sit up and pull your skirt up."

Misty looked at her mother, confused. "Mother, are you gonna spank me?"

Ann moved toward the bed. "No, baby," she said as she sat on her daughter's bed. "I'm not going to spank you. Now, sit up like I said and pull your dress up."

Misty, watching her mother warily, did as she was told.

Ann gazed at her daughter as she leaned against the headboard, her dress at her waist, but her knees closed. She could see, from her angle of vision, the sweet curve of one ass cheek, and the side of the girl's cunt. The excitement in her body increased as she looked openly at her daughter.

"Open your legs," Ann said, her voice hot and trembling.

Misty looked at her mother. "What are you gonna do, Mother?" she asked, fearfully.

"Just open your legs, honey."

Slowly, Misty spread her knees, and Ann almost stopped breathing as her gaze fixed upon the sweetness of her daughter's pussy. The girl's cunt hair was only a small, sparse patch at the top of her pretty pussy slit. The very tip of her clit could be seen. Her cunt lips were delicately sculptured, moist and pink.

A soft gasp came from Ann. Misty sat with her legs opened wide, knees bent, waiting fearfully. Yet there was something about her mother that told her she had nothing to fear.

"So pretty," Ann whispered. "You're so beautiful, Misty."

Ann felt her hand move. She looked at it, wondering why it was moving by itself. Her fingers touched Misty's dimpled knee, and then felt the girl shiver. Both of them watched as Ann's fingertips moved, brushing her soft inner thigh. Then her palm was against smooth flesh, moving up and down in a caressing motion.

Both Misty and her mother seemed hypnotized. Misty's flesh shivered against the heat of her mother's palm as it moved up and down, fondling and feeling. Ann began to breathe louder, her pussy pulsating crazily between her thighs.

Then her fingertips barely touched one of her daughter's cunt lips.

"Ohhhh!"

"Mother!"

Ann's hand cupped the tender, hairless pussy of her daughter, lifting her gaze to look at her. Misty's cunt was so hot it seemed to burn her hand. Pressing gently, she felt her daughter's cunt, making her sob with pleasure.

Dragging her hand away, but leaving it close to the girl's throbbing cunt, Ann murmured in a husky voice: "Play with it, baby. I want to watch you playing with your pussy."

Misty moved her hand down to her cunt and began to rub it up and down, her eyes wide and hot as she stared at her mother.

Ann could not take her gaze from Misty's cunt. Of her own accord, the girl slowly moved her forefinger along her swollen, throbbing clit, then downward finally moving it into her cunt.

"Oooooo!" Ann whimpered as she saw this. "Oh, baby!"

"Mother… I like…"

"I know, Misty," Ann whispered throatily, her gaze never moving from Misty's cunt. "Oh, how I know! Do it, honey! Don't be afraid, Misty! Oh, baby, play with your cunt! So beautiful."

Misty's finger moved in and out of her cunt. Ann gazed with hot desire, seeing those tight, pink cunt lips clinging to her daughter's finger, watching the moisture glisten on it. Misty's little ass shook on the bed, spreading her legs wider yet. The expression in her eyes was erotic, mindless and hot.

Ann's hands slid up and down her thighs, her cunt boiling as she watched her daughter finger fucking. As her hands moved up and down her thighs, her skirt was being inched upwards. She drew one leg up and placed it on the bed, the other resting on the floor. Her skirt moved higher, and then Misty looked at the crotch of her daughter's panties. Coppery strands of curly cunt hair swirled from the tight crotch.

When Ann realized she had slipped her skirt up, it was her turn to blush. But although her face was pink, she pressed the shyness aside. She smiled nervously at her daughter.

Misty returned the smile, only hers was bold and brave, wicked and hungry. Her finger plunged into her cunt faster now, her hot eyes gazing at the exposure of her mother's crotch, excitement tingling all through her.

Ann sat with her leg up on the bed, wanting to reach for her own cunt, but still held off, her shyness still strong. Whether she understood or not, Misty moved her other hand out and placed it on her mother's thigh, just above the knee. Ann gasped, and Misty giggled.

With her finger thrusting into her cunt, Misty moved her other hand along her mother's thigh, feeling it. Ann was shivering, waiting, anticipating what her daughter would do.

It was not a long wait.

She moved her gaze from her daughter's cunt to her hand as it slid up her thigh. She watched as her daughter's fingers probed now at her curly cunt hair.

Then, with a giggle of wicked pleasure, Misty cupped Ann's cunt, squeezing it through the flimsy panties. Ann's body shook as a burning flame of desire stabbed through her nerves. Misty squeezed again, pressing her palm hard upon her mother's cunt.

Ann wanted to shove her hand down into her own panties and claw at her burning cunt, but the shyness was still there, and it was too much to fight at the moment. She was shaking with the pleasure of seeing her daughter finger fucking and feeling her cunt. It was new to her, but it was also a fantasy coming true.

Misty rubbed her hand around her mother's pussy, feeling the intense heat boiling through her flimsy panties. The crotch of Ann's panties was very moist, it felt good against Misty's hand.

The young girl made soft cooing sounds as she finger fucked her cunt and rubbed up and down her mother's pussy.

Ann did not realize she was panting with desire. Nor did she hear Misty's soft mewls. The excitement boiling through her body, especially in and around her steaming cunt, was the only thinh she seemed aware of. Her clit felt as if it were about to explode – to burst into a thousand pieces. There was a tremendous orgasm bubbling inside her lower stomach.

She began to move her hand up and down Misty's thigh once more, firmly now. She caressed the creamy smooth flesh of her daughter's inner thigh, and then her fingers were touching the girl's puffy cunt lips. She felt the moisture seeping from her cunt as her finger drove back and forth.

Misty began to squeal with ecstasy, her rounded ass shifting about as her finger lunged into her cunt. Ann saw her hips moving back and forth as her finger probed and stabbed. The sounds of her daughter's erotic excitement now came to her ears, breaking through the roaring in her head.