Dragging her hand away, but leaving it close to the girl's throbbing cunt, Ann murmured in a husky voice: "Play with it, baby. I want to watch you playing with your pussy."

Misty moved her hand down to her cunt and began to rub it up and down, her eyes wide and hot as she stared at her mother.

Ann could not take her gaze from Misty's cunt. Of her own accord, the girl slowly moved her forefinger along her swollen, throbbing clit, then downward finally moving it into her cunt.

"Oooooo!" Ann whimpered as she saw this. "Oh, baby!"

"Mother… I like…"

"I know, Misty," Ann whispered throatily, her gaze never moving from Misty's cunt. "Oh, how I know! Do it, honey! Don't be afraid, Misty! Oh, baby, play with your cunt! So beautiful."

Misty's finger moved in and out of her cunt. Ann gazed with hot desire, seeing those tight, pink cunt lips clinging to her daughter's finger, watching the moisture glisten on it. Misty's little ass shook on the bed, spreading her legs wider yet. The expression in her eyes was erotic, mindless and hot.

Ann's hands slid up and down her thighs, her cunt boiling as she watched her daughter finger fucking. As her hands moved up and down her thighs, her skirt was being inched upwards. She drew one leg up and placed it on the bed, the other resting on the floor. Her skirt moved higher, and then Misty looked at the crotch of her daughter's panties. Coppery strands of curly cunt hair swirled from the tight crotch.

When Ann realized she had slipped her skirt up, it was her turn to blush. But although her face was pink, she pressed the shyness aside. She smiled nervously at her daughter.

Misty returned the smile, only hers was bold and brave, wicked and hungry. Her finger plunged into her cunt faster now, her hot eyes gazing at the exposure of her mother's crotch, excitement tingling all through her.