She began to move her hand up and down Misty's thigh once more, firmly now. She caressed the creamy smooth flesh of her daughter's inner thigh, and then her fingers were touching the girl's puffy cunt lips. She felt the moisture seeping from her cunt as her finger drove back and forth.

Misty began to squeal with ecstasy, her rounded ass shifting about as her finger lunged into her cunt. Ann saw her hips moving back and forth as her finger probed and stabbed. The sounds of her daughter's erotic excitement now came to her ears, breaking through the roaring in her head.

Suddenly Misty gave a soft scream, her body shaking.

Ann gasped as she watched her daughter come and felt the pressure of her small, hot hand on her cunt. Her clit swelled more, then the lips of her hairy cunt quivered and throbbed.

Ann grunted, trying to swallow a scream of her own. The orgasm that exploded inside her body was greater than any she had ever experienced. She fell to her side on her daughter's bed, her skirt about her hips, her body shivering as she breathed in deep, convulsive gasps.

Ann's vision was hazy as she looked at Misty. Her daughter still sat upright, leaning against the headboard. She had drawn her knees up again, but they were wide, her hands holding them at her ankles. Her tender little cunt was fully exposed, and Ann licked her lips as she gazed at it.

Misty sat there, watching her mother as she recovered. She was no longer frightened of punishment, nor was she confused. She understood now. She understood her mother had been excited by what she had seen in the garage. The one thing she did not understand was the shyness – the thing that prevented her mother from enjoying fucking. She had no idea of the erotic fantasies that Ann had.

What she did know was that her mother had been excited tremendously and had watched her finger fuck. And, best of all, she had been able to feel her mother's cunt. Although it had been through those panties, she had felt her cunt – felt it hot and wet.