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.