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.