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.