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.

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.