"What a hot mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews Kathy)

CHAPTER TWO

It was late evening, and Ann was in bed. She had been going over and over what happened with her daughter that day. She tried to feel guilty, or at least ashamed. Yet, she could only feel an excitement – a vague feeling of impending adventure.

She was not at all sleepy, and the things going through her mind were making her hot, her cunt wet and quivering. It seemed she could still feel her daughter's small, hot hand pressing upon her pussy. And, although her eyes were open, she could see her daughter sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide, her sweet little cunt exposed, so pink and wet with her finger moving in and out. Her pussy lips had clung to her finger so beautifully.

Ann's ass writhed against the bed, and her hands moved up to hold the round firmness of her tits. Her nipples burned into her palm, searing her as she gently squeezed her tits. A soft mewl of pleasure came from her.

The quiet sound of her bedroom door opening made her jerk her hands any from her tits. She turned her head in the direction of the door and saw the shadow of her daughter entering. No one – neither Eric nor Marty nor Misty – had ever entered her bedroom without first knocking. But Misty was coming into the room now without rapping first.

"Mom?" Misty whispered. "Mom, are you still awake?"

"Yes," Ann replied, in the same low whisper.

Misty moved toward her mother's bed. For a very brief moment, she stood at the edge, then without another word, climbed in beside her mother. Ann trembled as her daughter lay beside her, feeling a tingle of anticipation.

Misty lay there on her back, not speaking, and Ann was too nervous to say anything.

It seemed to Ann she could feel heat radiating outward from Misty's body, but surely that was only her imagination. When she had jerked her hands off her tits, she had placed her hands along her sides. Now, she felt Misty reaching for her hand.

Ann's breath caught in her throat as her daughter clasped her fingers in her own, holding her tightly. Ann could hear her daughter's breathing, shallow but fast.

"I couldn't sleep, Mom," Misty whispered finally.

"I… can't, either, Misty," Ann replied.

Misty turned onto her side, facing her mother. She clung to Ann's hand, bringing it up and holding it against her chest. After a moment, Ann felt her daughter turning her hand, moving it. Then it was on top of her small tit.

Ann's first impulse was to pull away. But Misty closed her fingers around her small tit, and then Ann could not move her hand. She felt the girl's firm tit mound just filling her palm, and her small nipple pressed into it.

For a moment, Misty curled her mother's fingers about her tit, pressing her hand tightly upon it. When she let up, Ann left her hand there. Then her fingers squeezed lightly around her daughter's tit of her own accord.

It seemed that was what Misty wanted.

Ann felt her daughter's hot hand move to one of her own arching tits. The girl's small hand touched her tit, squeezing it gently, then tested her nipple with a thumb and forefinger. When she twisted Ann's sensitive tit, the woman mewled huskily.

With a small gasp of pleasure, Misty slipped the shoulder strap of Ann's gown down her shoulder and her mother's breathing almost stopped as her tit was revealed. It was dark in the bedroom, but not so dark that they were unable to see shadows and outlines.

Misty lifted herself on one elbow and looked down at her mother's naked tit. When she moved up, Ann's hand remained on her daughter's tit, following the movement. She shivered as her daughter fondled her tit, and then she gasped loudly when the girl quickly lowered her face and pressed her hot mouth upon her nipple.

Ann felt the hot wetness of Misty's mouth close about her nipple, sucking it. Her body shivered again as the girl's wet tongue licked about her burning nipple, her eager lips sucking, strongly.

Ann's fingers dug into Misty's small tit and the girl mewled about her mother's tit. Then she felt her daughter holding and squeezing her other tit as she sucked on her nipple.

"Oh!" Ann groaned softly as her daughter moved her hand and began to slide it down her stomach.

It seemed that her daughter's hand was so hot. It seared her flesh beneath her light gown. A ripple of anticipation flowed through her body, and she could not suppress a soft moan of pleasure.

She gasped again when Misty's hand brushed along her gown-covered thigh. Then, for a breathless moment, Misty simply rested her hand atop Ann's pussy, still sucking on her rubbery nipple, only more vigorously now.

The light pressure upon Ann's cunt sent tingling twitches through it. The lovely woman felt the lips of her cunt swell with heat, and her clit became distended, swelling up from the moist folds of her cunt.

As Misty applied more pressure to Ann's cunt, her fingers curling between her thighs, she pulled her lips from her hard nipple.

Ann was still on her back, her eyes open. She saw the shadow of her daughter's face as it moved up and then felt her lips were against hers.

Ann was not surprised to find herself kissing her daughter back and she was not surprised when Misty tipped her tongue slowly into her mouth. She was not even surprised to find herself sucking her daughter's tongue.

Misty whimpered against her mother's mouth as she swirled her tongue about, licking everywhere. Then she began to dart her tongue in and out of her mother's mouth and as she did, she began to inch her gown up.

Ann was breathing in a labored manner now, her body shaking. But she did not stop her daughter – did not want to stop her daughter.

Misty slipped her mother's gown up, and then her small hot hand was caressing along Ann's thigh.

"Open your legs, Mother."

For a second, Ann hesitated. But there was a steaming sensation in her cunt, a burning that could not be denied. Slowly, she parted her thighs. The gown came higher, and she was now lying there with her tit exposed, and the gown just past her triangular patch at cunt hair.

A shudder ripped through Ann when she felt her daughter's hand pressing again upon her cunt. It was a shudder of pleasure – a shudder of anticipation.

Misty stroked he mother's cunt gently, running her fingers through her silky cunt hair. Then she probed lightly upon her inflamed clit.

Ann mewled softly, her hips twisting slowly. For a long time, Misty rubbed and pressed and pinched and twisted her mother's sensitive clit. The woman's lust built higher and higher. Finally, Misty slipped her finger lower, rubbing at Ann's now slippery wet cunt lips. Ann felt her daughter probing the entrance of her pussy. The girl's finger slid into her cunt, and as it began to fuck in and out slowly, she cooed, digging her fingers into Misty's small tit hard enough to bring a groan of delight from her. The girl's finger began to move faster, fucking Ann's cunt deeper and with more aggression.

Ann's hips twisted about now, arching up against the delving finger of her daughter. She could feel an orgasm building inside her lower stomach, making her shiver.

When her orgasm came, it was a soft explosion. She grunted as Misty stabbed her finger into her pussy, pressing the heel of her hand against her throbbing clit. The lips of Ann's cunt, as she came, squeezed and sucked upon the girl's finger, flexing around it.

Misty giggled. "I made you come, Mother," she said.

Ann found herself unable to reply right then. The orgasm had not been powerful, but it had taken her breath away. Misty's finger, still inside her mother's cunt, began to fuck in and out once again.

Just as Ann's hips began to writhe once more with that good feeling, Misty pulled her finger out.

Ann murmured, hut not sure what she meant.

Misty was not listening to her mother, however. She moved about on the bed, and Ann watched, wondering. Her daughter moved toward the foot of the bed, and she pulled her own gown up past her waist.

Misty began to position herself between her mother's thighs. Ann felt her daughter moving a leg underneath her, another across her stomach. Then, with lewd giggle, the girl shoved her cunt against her mother's hairy pussy.

"Ohhhhh!" Ann moaned, holding herself up on her elbows, watching her daughter. She felt the girl's almost hairless little cunt pressing upon hers, and the heat seemed almost unbearable. Misty's wet, hot cunt rubbed upon hers and it stained to her their two mints would melt from the generated steam.

Ann whimpered as her daughter began to grind her sweet little pussy against hers. She could actually feel the girl's cunt twitching against the hairy lips of her own, and it sent sparks of delight racing through her.

With a wail, she grabbed her daughter's leg and clutched it tightly to her overheated body. She began to grind her cunt into Misty's pussy now, her shyness replaced by her bold need.

"Fuck me, Mother!"

"What?" Ann gasped. "What did you say, Misty?"

"Mother, I'm so hot!" Misty whimpered, squirming her cunt vigorously against her mother's. "Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me, Mother!"

The words tumbled about in Ann's brain, inflaming her seared brain, exciting her, thrilling her. Her husband had never used such words, and the only time Ann had heard them was in whispered naughtiness at school. And now, her own daughter was using them with her, and grinding her bubbling, sweet pussy upon her hairy, twitching cunt. Her mind reeled with the erotic sensations flooding her, and she gripped Misty's thigh hard, pressing her pussy and twisting her hips passionately.

The intensity of her desire was strong, as Ann moved her hands along her daughter's slim thigh. The smooth texture of the girl's thigh was wildly arousing to her. She gripped the small roundness of her daughter's tight ass cheek and began pulling at it, trying to pull her sweet little cunt harder and tighter against her own.

Misty slipped her hand down her mother's thigh, and she, too, clamped her fingers about her mother's ass cheek. They were now pressing and rubbing and grinding cunts furiously, their fingers digging into their rippling ass cheeks, moaning and whimpering as their ecstasy grew. Their breathing was heavy and loud, but neither cared. All that mattered were the sensations they were producing within the other's cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Misty was chanting in a thick, excited voice. "Oooo, fuck me, Mother! Ohhh, it feels so good, Mother! Fuck it for me, Mother!"

Ann gripped the small cheek of her daughter's ass tightly, grinding in a fury now. She could feel the hot wetness of her daughter's cunt mingling with her own, and her clit was about to burst apart.

"I will," she whispered. "I will! I will, Misty!"

Ann churned her hips in a frenzy of ecstasy now, fucking her cunt against her daughters. She was gasping hotly as her orgasm began to bubble deep in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Misty would come too. She knew it from the wild twisting and writhing of her cute little ass.

A spasm of pleasure clutched Ann. She yelled with the power of her second orgasm. It exploded in her cunt, making her shake violently. She banged her hairy cunt furiously upon the almost-hairless cunt of her daughter, and then she heard the girl cry out as she, too, came.

They lay with their legs scissored and their cunts still touching, breathing harshly. Ann still clung to the small cheek of her daughter's ass, awed by the amazing power of her orgasm. She had never come so strongly before, and her body still trembled from it.

Finally Misty untangled her legs and sat upright. She sat between her mother's spread thighs, giggling in a soft, wicked way. Ann felt Misty's soft hands caressing the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs, and she trembled again with the touch. The girl ran her fingers through the long curls of her mother's cunt.

"Mother, let's turn on the light," Misty whispered in a low voice. "I wanna look at you."

The bedside lamp was in reach and Ann turned it on.

The room was illuminated by a soft glow. At first, Ann covered her eyes with her arm, feeling a warm tinge creep over her cheeks. But with an effort, she pulled her arm away. She knew her face was burning as Misty gazed at her cunt, but she couldn't stop it. It felt good to have Misty looking at her hairy pussy despite the shyness she felt. She could not remember the last time her husband had ever taken the time to look at her cunt, let alone her tits and ass.

"Golly, Mother," Misty said in an excited voice: "You're hairy."

Ann smiled, but did not speak.

She lay almost inert as her daughter explored her cunt, touching, feeling, probing. With both hands, Misty parted the wet lips of her mother's pussy and gently played with bet stiffening clit making her hips twist of their own accord.

"You're awfuily pretty, Mother," Misty said ins soft, low voice. "You're real pretty. Especially your cunt; I think you have a very pretty pussy, Mother."

"Misty, you shouldn't say…"

Ann didn't finish because her daughter giggled and thrust her finger into her cunt. As she felt the girl's finger enter her pussy, her hips shot up from the bed to meet it, and a groan of pleasure bubbled from her.

Suddenly, Misty shoved her face down and kissed her mother's hairy cunt.

Ann gasped in surprise. "Misty!"

As she pulled her lips from her mother's wet pussy, Misty giggled again. The sound, childlike, came out low and sensuous. "You're not only pretty between your legs, mother, but your cunt tastes good, too!"

Ann gazed at her daughter. It was one thing to watch Misty finger fuck her and feel her up. But this? She wasn't sure about this. A girl kissing another girl's cunt had always been something wicked, perverted, to her. Her husband had never kissed her cunt.

She started to protest, but Misty suddenly shoved her face between her thighs again, kissing her soft, sensitive cunt flesh. The moist heat of her daughter's lips sent shivers of ecstasy flowing through her and she could not tell the girl to stop.

Misty snaked her tongue out and began to lick at the softness of her mother's thighs. The wet trail that wicked little tongue made on Ann's flesh caused her to tremble with renewed anticipation. She began to hope that the wicked little tongue would go higher, that it would move about her distended clit, lick at it, suck it.

As Misty kissed and licked at her mother's thighs, her hands were busy, caressing and feeling. Her hot breath fanned over Ann's flesh, burning and exciting it.

Ann moved her hips, searching for her daughter's mouth with her hairy, wet cunt. Misty, her face near her mother's pussy, giggled, then pressed her mouth into it. Ann felt her daughter's mouth open and then close about the puffy lips of her cunt, and a gurgle of delight erupted from her.

Misty sucked at the lips of her mother's cunt, snaking her tongue out once more. When Ann felt that delightful tongue licking at her cunt lips, she lifted her cunt higher, pressing into her daughter's face.

Misty slipped her hands underneath her mother's uplifted hips and closed her fingers upon the shivering, naked cheeks of her ass. Her fingers worked, digging and squeezing at hot Mother's slowly gyrating ass, her tongue lapping up and down the moist, swollen lips of her cunt.

Ann was groaning as her ecstasy grew, and Misty was making soft, mewling, gurgling sounds. Her tongue moved up and down her mother's seeping slit, then she began to suck and lick at one cunt lip, then the other one. Her tongue swirled up and twisted about her mother's throbbing, inflamed clit. Finally, Misty closed her lips about her clit and began to suck greedily on it.

Ann tossed her hips up, grinding into her daughter's sucking, licking mouth again as the excitement took control over her exploding passions. Again, she gasped as her daughter's tongue suddenly stabbed down and into her cunt. It seemed to her that her daughter's tongue went deeper into her pussy than her husband's cock ever had. The darting tongue moved in and out of her pussy, wiggling wickedly, flicking swiftly and hungrily. The hot mewls of Misty's sucking mouth floated to Ann, sending her ass up hard into her daughter's greedy lips. She gurgled with reeling ecstasy, grinding her bushy pussy in a tingling, throbbing frenzy into her daughter's mouth.

"Ohhh, Misty, Misty!" she whined. "Baby! That's so good, baby! Ooooo, lick my cunt!"

Ann was not hearing what she said; her mind boiled with ecstasy. "Lick my cunt for me, darling! Oooo, lick it for me, Misty! That's so good!"

Misty's tongue flew and thrust, fucking into her mother's cunt hungrily, her mouth wide open and pressing upon her hairy, steaming pussy lips. Her upper lip smashed against the woman's throbbing clit, writhing even as her tongue slammed in and out of her clinging cunt lips.

Moaning loudly now, Ann felt her orgasm swelling hotly inside her gyrating body. She closed her eyes to further enjoy her daughter's tongue, biting into her bottom lip as she churned her ass about wildly.

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."

"Tell me, baby," Ann urged, knowing the words but wanting to hear them come from her daughter.

"Oh, cunt… and things like twat and snatch and that kinda stuff," Misty said, laughing softly.

"Cunt," Ann said softly, the word exciting her. She had wanted to say them before, but shyness prevented that. Now she laughed lewdly. "Cunt, pussy, twat, snatch! Oooo, they sound good, Misty!"

Misty giggled and hugged her mother tightly. Ann returned the pressure, and within a few more moments, they were sound asleep.