Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  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.

  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.

  Misty smiled down at her mother.

  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 love
ly 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.