Misty, watching her mother warily, did as she was told.

Ann gazed at her daughter as she leaned against the headboard, her dress at her waist, but her knees closed. She could see, from her angle of vision, the sweet curve of one ass cheek, and the side of the girl's cunt. The excitement in her body increased as she looked openly at her daughter.

"Open your legs," Ann said, her voice hot and trembling.

Misty looked at her mother. "What are you gonna do, Mother?" she asked, fearfully.

"Just open your legs, honey."

Slowly, Misty spread her knees, and Ann almost stopped breathing as her gaze fixed upon the sweetness of her daughter's pussy. The girl's cunt hair was only a small, sparse patch at the top of her pretty pussy slit. The very tip of her clit could be seen. Her cunt lips were delicately sculptured, moist and pink.

A soft gasp came from Ann. Misty sat with her legs opened wide, knees bent, waiting fearfully. Yet there was something about her mother that told her she had nothing to fear.

"So pretty," Ann whispered. "You're so beautiful, Misty."

Ann felt her hand move. She looked at it, wondering why it was moving by itself. Her fingers touched Misty's dimpled knee, and then felt the girl shiver. Both of them watched as Ann's fingertips moved, brushing her soft inner thigh. Then her palm was against smooth flesh, moving up and down in a caressing motion.

Both Misty and her mother seemed hypnotized. Misty's flesh shivered against the heat of her mother's palm as it moved up and down, fondling and feeling. Ann began to breathe louder, her pussy pulsating crazily between her thighs.

Then her fingertips barely touched one of her daughter's cunt lips.

"Ohhhh!"

"Mother!"

Ann's hand cupped the tender, hairless pussy of her daughter, lifting her gaze to look at her. Misty's cunt was so hot it seemed to burn her hand. Pressing gently, she felt her daughter's cunt, making her sob with pleasure.