Kathy Andrews - What a hot mother

Ann mewled softly, her hips twisting slowly. For a long time, Misty rubbed and pressed and pinched and twisted her mother's sensitive clit. The woman's lust built higher and higher. Finally, Misty slipped her finger lower, rubbing at Ann's now slippery wet cunt lips. Ann felt her daughter probing the entrance of her pussy. The girl's finger slid into her cunt, and as it began to fuck in and out slowly, she cooed, digging her fingers into Misty's small tit hard enough to bring a groan of delight from her. The girl's finger began to move faster, fucking Ann's cunt deeper and with more aggression.

Ann's hips twisted about now, arching up against the delving finger of her daughter. She could feel an orgasm building inside her lower stomach, making her shiver.

When her orgasm came, it was a soft explosion. She grunted as Misty stabbed her finger into her pussy, pressing the heel of her hand against her throbbing clit. The lips of Ann's cunt, as she came, squeezed and sucked upon the girl's finger, flexing around it.

Misty giggled. "I made you come, Mother," she said.

Ann found herself unable to reply right then. The orgasm had not been powerful, but it had taken her breath away. Misty's finger, still inside her mother's cunt, began to fuck in and out once again.

Just as Ann's hips began to writhe once more with that good feeling, Misty pulled her finger out.

Ann murmured, hut not sure what she meant.

Misty was not listening to her mother, however. She moved about on the bed, and Ann watched, wondering. Her daughter moved toward the foot of the bed, and she pulled her own gown up past her waist.

Misty began to position herself between her mother's thighs. Ann felt her daughter moving a leg underneath her, another across her stomach. Then, with lewd giggle, the girl shoved her cunt against her mother's hairy pussy.

"Ohhhhh!" Ann moaned, holding herself up on her elbows, watching her daughter. She felt the girl's almost hairless little cunt pressing upon hers, and the heat seemed almost unbearable. Misty's wet, hot cunt rubbed upon hers and it stained to her their two mints would melt from the generated steam.

Ann whimpered as her daughter began to grind her sweet little pussy against hers. She could actually feel the girl's cunt twitching against the hairy lips of her own, and it sent sparks of delight racing through her.

With a wail, she grabbed her daughter's leg and clutched it tightly to her overheated body. She began to grind her cunt into Misty's pussy now, her shyness replaced by her bold need.

"Fuck me, Mother!"

"What?" Ann gasped. "What did you say, Misty?"

"Mother, I'm so hot!" Misty whimpered, squirming her cunt vigorously against her mother's. "Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me, Mother!"

The words tumbled about in Ann's brain, inflaming her seared brain, exciting her, thrilling her. Her husband had never used such words, and the only time Ann had heard them was in whispered naughtiness at school. And now, her own daughter was using them with her, and grinding her bubbling, sweet pussy upon her hairy, twitching cunt. Her mind reeled with the erotic sensations flooding her, and she gripped Misty's thigh hard, pressing her pussy and twisting her hips passionately.

The intensity of her desire was strong, as Ann moved her hands along her daughter's slim thigh. The smooth texture of the girl's thigh was wildly arousing to her. She gripped the small roundness of her daughter's tight ass cheek and began pulling at it, trying to pull her sweet little cunt harder and tighter against her own.

Misty slipped her hand down her mother's thigh, and she, too, clamped her fingers about her mother's ass cheek. They were now pressing and rubbing and grinding cunts furiously, their fingers digging into their rippling ass cheeks, moaning and whimpering as their ecstasy grew. Their breathing was heavy and loud, but neither cared. All that mattered were the sensations they were producing within the other's cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Misty was chanting in a thick, excited voice. "Oooo, fuck me, Mother! Ohhh, it feels so good, Mother! Fuck it for me, Mother!"

Ann gripped the small cheek of her daughter's ass tightly, grinding in a fury now. She could feel the hot wetness of her daughter's cunt mingling with her own, and her clit was about to burst apart.

"I will," she whispered. "I will! I will, Misty!"

Ann churned her hips in a frenzy of ecstasy now, fucking her cunt against her daughters. She was gasping hotly as her orgasm began to bubble deep in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Misty would come too. She knew it from the wild twisting and writhing of her cute little ass.

A spasm of pleasure clutched Ann. She yelled with the power of her second orgasm. It exploded in her cunt, making her shake violently. She banged her hairy cunt furiously upon the almost-hairless cunt of her daughter, and then she heard the girl cry out as she, too, came.

They lay with their legs scissored and their cunts still touching, breathing harshly. Ann still clung to the small cheek of her daughter's ass, awed by the amazing power of her orgasm. She had never come so strongly before, and her body still trembled from it.

Finally Misty untangled her legs and sat upright. She sat between her mother's spread thighs, giggling in a soft, wicked way. Ann felt Misty's soft hands caressing the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs, and she trembled again with the touch. The girl ran her fingers through the long curls of her mother's cunt.

"Mother, let's turn on the light," Misty whispered in a low voice. "I wanna look at you."

The bedside lamp was in reach and Ann turned it on.

The room was illuminated by a soft glow. At first, Ann covered her eyes with her arm, feeling a warm tinge creep over her cheeks. But with an effort, she pulled her arm away. She knew her face was burning as Misty gazed at her cunt, but she couldn't stop it. It felt good to have Misty looking at her hairy pussy despite the shyness she felt. She could not remember the last time her husband had ever taken the time to look at her cunt, let alone her tits and ass.

"Golly, Mother," Misty said in an excited voice: "You're hairy."

Ann smiled, but did not speak.

She lay almost inert as her daughter explored her cunt, touching, feeling, probing. With both hands, Misty parted the wet lips of her mother's pussy and gently played with bet stiffening clit making her hips twist of their own accord.

"You're awfuily pretty, Mother," Misty said ins soft, low voice. "You're real pretty. Especially your cunt; I think you have a very pretty pussy, Mother."

"Misty, you shouldn't say…"

Ann didn't finish because her daughter giggled and thrust her finger into her cunt. As she felt the girl's finger enter her pussy, her hips shot up from the bed to meet it, and a groan of pleasure bubbled from her.

Suddenly, Misty shoved her face down and kissed her mother's hairy cunt.

Ann gasped in surprise. "Misty!"

As she pulled her lips from her mother's wet pussy, Misty giggled again. The sound, childlike, came out low and sensuous. "You're not only pretty between your legs, mother, but your cunt tastes good, too!"

Ann gazed at her daughter. It was one thing to watch Misty finger fuck her and feel her up. But this? She wasn't sure about this. A girl kissing another girl's cunt had always been something wicked, perverted, to her. Her husband had never kissed her cunt.

She started to protest, but Misty suddenly shoved her face between her thighs again, kissing her soft, sensitive cunt flesh. The moist heat of her daughter's lips sent shivers of ecstasy flowing through her and she could not tell the girl to stop.

Misty snaked her tongue out and began to lick at the softness of her mother's thighs. The wet trail that wicked little tongue made on Ann's flesh caused her to tremble with renewed anticipation. She began to hope that the wicked little tongue would go higher, that it would move about her distended clit, lick at it, suck it.