Masturbate while gazing at Bernie's parted buttocks.

When Naomi Bernice Bernstein had gone from quivering to limp, Joyce eased her oiled pinkie out of her daughter's anus. Joyce smiled, glowing inside at sharing so intimately in another woman's self-pleasure. What a blessing that she and her daughter could masturbate together, and that her daughter welcomed her mother's erotic touch! She helped Bernie straighten up and eased her over to lie on Joyce's large bed. Joyce's forearm was damp with Bernie's juices, cool in the air now that Bernie's vulva was no longer grinding on it.

Joyce fetched a pump bottle of personal lubricant and a towel and lay down next to her daughter. She pumped a small squirt onto her fingers and matter-of-factly started masturbating.

"Mom?" Bernie asked.

"Yes sweetheart?" Joyce replied. Her fingers played gently with her warm, swollen labia. She could feel her pulse between her legs.

"Did it turn you on to kiss my butthole?" Bernie asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, I really enjoyed it. Was it too ticklish for you?" Joyce kept stroking gently, her fingers making faint wet sounds in her vulva.

"Yeah, probably, Mom," Bernie said.

"Naomi, did I go too far? Was it too personal for me to use my mouth on you?" Joyce asked.

Bernie laughed. "Mom!" she said. "I ASKED you to put your finger up my BUTT! I'd TELL you if it was too personal to KISS it. It was OK, it was just really tickly the way you did it. Your tongue anyway, that tickled a lot on my butthole. Bibi and I liked to do it a lot but it was more kissing and stuff. Alison liked to do it too, she used her tongue but just a different way I guess."

Joyce laughed with relief. She knew that Naomi and her Arab girlfriend Habiba had been pretty serious together last year, until Habiba got sick and had to move back in with her conservative family.

"Sorry Naomi," Joyce said. "I had to check." As uncertain as her daughter could be about her beauty and self-worth, she was always clear about her physical boundaries. Joyce started stroking her vulva again, calling up the warm ripples of arousal again.

"It's OK," Bernie said. "You can do it again. Just don't tickle!"

Joyce sighed as she touched herself. "Ahhhhh."

"Do you want any help, Mom?" Bernie asked. "I mean I'm feeling great, you rubbing my shoulders and combing out my hair and helping me get off."

"Just relax, sweetheart," Joyce said. "Lie down just like that." Bernie was on her side, facing away from her mother. "Actually let me turn round." Joyce reversed her position so her face was near her daughter's soft, full honey-skinned buttocks. "The one thing you can do for me today is spread your buttocks. I just want another look."

Bernie giggled. "Sure Mom," she said. She pulled up her top butt cheek. "Does my butthole look different now that it isn't virgin anymore? You remember what I told you about my last trip to see Ben."

Joyce contemplated her daughter's anus. It glistened with traces of lubricant from Joyce's earlier fingering, and the shadowy center dimple showed it was slightly relaxed open. Radiating from the center was a perfect circle of dark, evenly pleated skin with a sparse fringe of dark hair around the edge. "Your anus is beautiful, Naomi, strong and sensitive and round like a radiant star," Joyce said. "I'm glad it brings you pleasure."

"Me too," Bernie said. "Just imagine Bibi kissing me there. Or Ben's cock. God, I think he came in thirty seconds the first time. But later we both came together."

"Yes, sweetheart," Joyce said, breathing deeply. As she stared at her daughter's anus, she called on her guided imagery training to intensify the visualization of her daughter's anal eroticism. She visualized Naomi's tender Arab lover Bibi kissing. Naomi's adventurous, playful, loyal cousin Ben's penis penetrating her daughter's anus for the first time, as he'd been her first male partner orally and vaginally. Joyce visualized the times she herself had had a finger in her daughter's anus while Naomi masturbated and feeling her daughter's muscular anal ring squeeze down with her orgasm. Joyce's fingers spread her labia, stroked her clit.

"You said you'd kissed Bibi's anus. Did you enjoy it?" Joyce asked.

"Yeah," Bernie said. "It was hot doing it, kind of tingly, you know, like I was being real bad, but it felt so good. I did it for Alison too. More like what you did. God, how she would come!"

Joyce stroked her vulva, sighing with her rising pleasure. "Does Gary play with your anus?" she asked, looking at the part in question.

"No, not yet, Mom," Bernie said. "I love him. I don't want him to think I'm a bad girl like Sharon."

Joyce knew Gary's old girlfriend had been a party girl. She and Gary had even talked about it a little, when Gary was asking Joyce about dating her daughter. "Sweetheart, Sharon was bad because she drank too much too often and got out of control," she said. "Don't hold back if you're serious about Gary. If you'd feel better, I can suggest to Gary that you enjoy anal sensuality."

"Mom!" Bernie said. "Please!"

"All right, sweetheart," Joyce said. "Up to you. Would you spread your butt a little more so I can see better, honey?"

"Sure!" Bernie said. She drew up one knee and spread her buttocks a little wider. "Can you see my butthole well enough, Mom?"

"Yes, that's beautiful, sweetheart," Joyce said. She breathed deeply again and steadied her gaze on her daughter's spread buttocks. She called up the visualizations, her daughter's girlfriends and her cousin Ben loving up on her big girl Naomi's beautiful, full buttocks, kissing, kneading, spreading them open. Ben's penis pumping her daughter's anus, the loving cousins straining against each other with pleasure. Joyce's own finger penetrating Naomi's anus lovingly to boost her daughter's masturbatory climax.

Joyce's pleasure mounted with her visions of Naomi's pleasures as she kept her eyes fixed on her daughter's ass. But last of all she flashed on Gary taking Naomi kneeling from behind, the lovers crying out with pleasure, Gary pumping his penis hard into her vagina, her buttocks rippling, the young man looking down to gaze at her daughter's beautiful anus, the same precious dark star Joyce was looking into, seeing its beauty, breathing into it and coming now, now, NOW!

Joyce's orgasm ignited a jagged glowing thread of pleasure-fire from her crown to her tits to her clit to her womb to her ass and kicked sparks down her legs out the bottoms of her feet. She moaned and thrashed on the bed, her pelvis taking on its own spark and tipping, tilting, writhing and bucking. The world was sharp and clear, the texture of the painted wall, the wrinkle and weave of the bedcovers, every shining hair and dimple and skin fold of the full-hipped young woman spreading her golden buttocks inches away, her buttocks and anus and vulva beautiful as the landscape of paradise and illuminated by the warm waves of pleasure washing through Joyce's body.

Bernie heard her mother's orgasmic cries settle down into soft, deep breathing and looked around. Joyce had fallen asleep, her hand still between her legs, her curly black mop of hair in disarray. Bernie smiled at her mother. They always had a good time masturbating together. Well, when Mom wasn't too cranky or in a hurry, anyway. She spread a light blanket over Joyce and tiptoed out, feeling an echo of her earlier pleasure as a tingle swept across her body from between her legs up to her scalp and back.