When her orgasm struck, it was with the force of a gale. Ann screamed loudly. She closed her smooth thighs about her daughter's shoulders, whipping her pussy furiously into the girl's stabbing tongue. Her hairy cunt gripped at Misty's thrusting tongue, flexing tightly on it. Her body shook violently, and her mind reeled with exploding, bright colors.

It seemed a long time before Ann found reality.

Her daughter's warm body was snuggled up against her, one hand resting lightly on her tit. Th girl's soft, hot thigh was across her hips, and her even breathing fanned her shoulder.

Ann wrapped her arm beneath her daughter's shoulders and pulled her close. She hugged her and felt her lips kiss her cheek. She turned on her side, facing Misty, and immediately, the girl kissed her mother's mouth. Ann surprised herself; she thrust her tongue into Misty's mouth.

Startled at her boldness, she withdrew her tongue quickly and listened to her daughter's soft giggle. "Oh, Mother, you can kiss me that way now, can't you?"

To emphasize her words, Misty slipped her hand from her mother's tit and, down her stomach. Sliding her thigh down, she cupped her mother's cunt and squeezed it very lightly. A soft moan bubbled from Ann, and now with only a shred of shyness, she ran the tip of her tongue over her daughter's lips.

"You're sweet, Misty," she whispered, feeling like a teenaged girl with a boy for the first time.

"And your pussy is sweet, Mother," Misty replied as she gently sucked her mother's tongue between her lips.

Ann felt thrilled by the words her daughter used, a thrill that was, so far, unknown to her. She let the words float in her mind, enjoying them.

"Pussy," she murmured. Then louder: "Pussy!"

Misty giggled, squeezing her mother's cunt harder. "That's what all the kids call it, Mother… pussy. But they say other things too."