Kathy Andrews: What a hot mother

Suddenly Misty gave a soft scream, her body shaking.

Ann gasped as she watched her daughter come and felt the pressure of her small, hot hand on her cunt. Her clit swelled more, then the lips of her hairy cunt quivered and throbbed.

Ann grunted, trying to swallow a scream of her own. The orgasm that exploded inside her body was greater than any she had ever experienced. She fell to her side on her daughter's bed, her skirt about her hips, her body shivering as she breathed in deep, convulsive gasps.

Ann's vision was hazy as she looked at Misty. Her daughter still sat upright, leaning against the headboard. She had drawn her knees up again, but they were wide, her hands holding them at her ankles. Her tender little cunt was fully exposed, and Ann licked her lips as she gazed at it.

Misty sat there, watching her mother as she recovered. She was no longer frightened of punishment, nor was she confused. She understood now. She understood her mother had been excited by what she had seen in the garage. The one thing she did not understand was the shyness – the thing that prevented her mother from enjoying fucking. She had no idea of the erotic fantasies that Ann had.

What she did know was that her mother had been excited tremendously and had watched her finger fuck. And, best of all, she had been able to feel her mother's cunt. Although it had been through those panties, she had felt her cunt – felt it hot and wet.

Misty smiled down at her mother.

It was late evening, and Ann was in bed. She had been going over and over what happened with her daughter that day. She tried to feel guilty, or at least ashamed. Yet, she could only feel an excitement – a vague feeling of impending adventure.

She was not at all sleepy, and the things going through her mind were making her hot, her cunt wet and quivering. It seemed she could still feel her daughter's small, hot hand pressing upon her pussy. And, although her eyes were open, she could see her daughter sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide, her sweet little cunt exposed, so pink and wet with her finger moving in and out. Her pussy lips had clung to her finger so beautifully.

Ann's ass writhed against the bed, and her hands moved up to hold the round firmness of her tits. Her nipples burned into her palm, searing her as she gently squeezed her tits. A soft mewl of pleasure came from her.

The quiet sound of her bedroom door opening made her jerk her hands any from her tits. She turned her head in the direction of the door and saw the shadow of her daughter entering. No one – neither Eric nor Marty nor Misty – had ever entered her bedroom without first knocking. But Misty was coming into the room now without rapping first.

"Mom?" Misty whispered. "Mom, are you still awake?"

"Yes," Ann replied, in the same low whisper.

Misty moved toward her mother's bed. For a very brief moment, she stood at the edge, then without another word, climbed in beside her mother. Ann trembled as her daughter lay beside her, feeling a tingle of anticipation.

Misty lay there on her back, not speaking, and Ann was too nervous to say anything.

It seemed to Ann she could feel heat radiating outward from Misty's body, but surely that was only her imagination. When she had jerked her hands off her tits, she had placed her hands along her sides. Now, she felt Misty reaching for her hand.

Ann's breath caught in her throat as her daughter clasped her fingers in her own, holding her tightly. Ann could hear her daughter's breathing, shallow but fast.

"I couldn't sleep, Mom," Misty whispered finally.

"I… can't, either, Misty," Ann replied.

Misty turned onto her side, facing her mother. She clung to Ann's hand, bringing it up and holding it against her chest. After a moment, Ann felt her daughter turning her hand, moving it. Then it was on top of her small tit.

Ann's first impulse was to pull away. But Misty closed her fingers around her small tit, and then Ann could not move her hand. She felt the girl's firm tit mound just filling her palm, and her small nipple pressed into it.

For a moment, Misty curled her mother's fingers about her tit, pressing her hand tightly upon it. When she let up, Ann left her hand there. Then her fingers squeezed lightly around her daughter's tit of her own accord.

It seemed that was what Misty wanted.

Ann felt her daughter's hot hand move to one of her own arching tits. The girl's small hand touched her tit, squeezing it gently, then tested her nipple with a thumb and forefinger. When she twisted Ann's sensitive tit, the woman mewled huskily.

With a small gasp of pleasure, Misty slipped the shoulder strap of Ann's gown down her shoulder and her mother's breathing almost stopped as her tit was revealed. It was dark in the bedroom, but not so dark that they were unable to see shadows and outlines.

Misty lifted herself on one elbow and looked down at her mother's naked tit. When she moved up, Ann's hand remained on her daughter's tit, following the movement. She shivered as her daughter fondled her tit, and then she gasped loudly when the girl quickly lowered her face and pressed her hot mouth upon her nipple.

Ann felt the hot wetness of Misty's mouth close about her nipple, sucking it. Her body shivered again as the girl's wet tongue licked about her burning nipple, her eager lips sucking, strongly.

Ann's fingers dug into Misty's small tit and the girl mewled about her mother's tit. Then she felt her daughter holding and squeezing her other tit as she sucked on her nipple.

"Oh!" Ann groaned softly as her daughter moved her hand and began to slide it down her stomach.

It seemed that her daughter's hand was so hot. It seared her flesh beneath her light gown. A ripple of anticipation flowed through her body, and she could not suppress a soft moan of pleasure.

She gasped again when Misty's hand brushed along her gown-covered thigh. Then, for a breathless moment, Misty simply rested her hand atop Ann's pussy, still sucking on her rubbery nipple, only more vigorously now.

The light pressure upon Ann's cunt sent tingling twitches through it. The lovely woman felt the lips of her cunt swell with heat, and her clit became distended, swelling up from the moist folds of her cunt.

As Misty applied more pressure to Ann's cunt, her fingers curling between her thighs, she pulled her lips from her hard nipple.

Ann was still on her back, her eyes open. She saw the shadow of her daughter's face as it moved up and then felt her lips were against hers.

Ann was not surprised to find herself kissing her daughter back and she was not surprised when Misty tipped her tongue slowly into her mouth. She was not even surprised to find herself sucking her daughter's tongue.

Misty whimpered against her mother's mouth as she swirled her tongue about, licking everywhere. Then she began to dart her tongue in and out of her mother's mouth and as she did, she began to inch her gown up.

Ann was breathing in a labored manner now, her body shaking. But she did not stop her daughter – did not want to stop her daughter.

Misty slipped her mother's gown up, and then her small hot hand was caressing along Ann's thigh.

"Open your legs, Mother."

For a second, Ann hesitated. But there was a steaming sensation in her cunt, a burning that could not be denied. Slowly, she parted her thighs. The gown came higher, and she was now lying there with her tit exposed, and the gown just past her triangular patch at cunt hair.

A shudder ripped through Ann when she felt her daughter's hand pressing again upon her cunt. It was a shudder of pleasure – a shudder of anticipation.

Misty stroked he mother's cunt gently, running her fingers through her silky cunt hair. Then she probed lightly upon her inflamed clit.