Ann sat with her leg up on the bed, wanting to reach for her own cunt, but still held off, her shyness still strong. Whether she understood or not, Misty moved her other hand out and placed it on her mother's thigh, just above the knee. Ann gasped, and Misty giggled.

With her finger thrusting into her cunt, Misty moved her other hand along her mother's thigh, feeling it. Ann was shivering, waiting, anticipating what her daughter would do.

It was not a long wait.

She moved her gaze from her daughter's cunt to her hand as it slid up her thigh. She watched as her daughter's fingers probed now at her curly cunt hair.

Then, with a giggle of wicked pleasure, Misty cupped Ann's cunt, squeezing it through the flimsy panties. Ann's body shook as a burning flame of desire stabbed through her nerves. Misty squeezed again, pressing her palm hard upon her mother's cunt.

Ann wanted to shove her hand down into her own panties and claw at her burning cunt, but the shyness was still there, and it was too much to fight at the moment. She was shaking with the pleasure of seeing her daughter finger fucking and feeling her cunt. It was new to her, but it was also a fantasy coming true.

Misty rubbed her hand around her mother's pussy, feeling the intense heat boiling through her flimsy panties. The crotch of Ann's panties was very moist, it felt good against Misty's hand.

The young girl made soft cooing sounds as she finger fucked her cunt and rubbed up and down her mother's pussy.

Ann did not realize she was panting with desire. Nor did she hear Misty's soft mewls. The excitement boiling through her body, especially in and around her steaming cunt, was the only thinh she seemed aware of. Her clit felt as if it were about to explode – to burst into a thousand pieces. There was a tremendous orgasm bubbling inside her lower stomach.