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.

As Misty kissed and licked at her mother's thighs, her hands were busy, caressing and feeling. Her hot breath fanned over Ann's flesh, burning and exciting it.

Ann moved her hips, searching for her daughter's mouth with her hairy, wet cunt. Misty, her face near her mother's pussy, giggled, then pressed her mouth into it. Ann felt her daughter's mouth open and then close about the puffy lips of her cunt, and a gurgle of delight erupted from her.

Misty sucked at the lips of her mother's cunt, snaking her tongue out once more. When Ann felt that delightful tongue licking at her cunt lips, she lifted her cunt higher, pressing into her daughter's face.