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Birthday celebration leads to mother/daughter incest.
A GIFT FOR DONNA
I.
"...not looking, I'm not looking!" yells Donna as she burst through the front door into the living room, and in a brisk pace continues upstairs to her room leaving snow across the carpet. She seems to be completely oblivious to presence of two half naked women standing in the adjacent kitchen behind a messy kitchen island. Frida, the younger of the two women is holding her older partner by the waist, and tracks the intruder with her eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprise.
"I'll be out in few, just need to grab my books before it's too late," Donna screams from top of the stairs and slams the door to her room.
The two women are stunned by this surprise visit. The only thing that seems to be moving is the cloud of falling snowflakes the unexpected visitor brought in.
"Mrs. Polly told me to bring these. Sharing is loving, or something like that," says Donna with a smirk when she appears moments later at top of the staircase. With her head tilted way up to keep the tall stack of books under her chin, she is deliberately avoiding looking in the kitchen's general direction, but descending with reckless speed; taking two step at the time.
"I'm still not looking; your secret is safe with me. Whatever you are cooking for my birthday, should be delicious and contain lots of chocolate. Just saying," Donna proclaims theatrically, trying to balance the uneven stack of books as she gets close to the front door.
Frida is watching her fumbling for the door knob and tries to move to open the door for her. This helpful gesture proves to be quite difficult to perform as Maria, who is Donna's mother, gropes her ass hard as Frida tries to move. Maria's index finger barely moves deeper between Frida's ass cheeks and she jumps and almost yelps with a sudden jolt of pleasure.
"There is no need to help me with the door," continues Donna. "I'm 19 since last midnight, grown up, and therefore an adult who can somehow open this damn front door despite the fact both my hands are full. Ah-aa! Success!" she proclaims in triumph as she finally twists the knob and flees towards the bus stop through a deep layer of snow. The two women simultaneously breathe a sigh of relief.
"Oh god," Maria manages to whisper.
"Books! She has promised them to Mrs. Polly for tomorrow." says Frida in sudden realization, "How could I forget about her damned books!"
The front yard gate slamming shut tells them that they are once more alone. Cold air brought in by Donna washes over their skin and Frida presses her body against Maria, groping her lover's ass, and greatly enjoying sensation of her boobs pressed against her.
"So, where were we?" Frida whispers as she plants a lingering kiss just below Maria's earlobe.
II.
Less than an hour ago, Maria was preparing a cake for her daughter's 19th birthday celebration. Her Donna has grown into an attractive young woman. With a beautiful face framed with long dark hair, slim body with narrow waist and somewhat wider hips, she's a striking image of her mother at a similar age. With her large boobs, she will have no shortage of boyfriends, even in this small old-fashioned city, that's for sure. Not like in her own early years, she thinks. Maria was considering what flavor of icing she should make, when suddenly a knocking on the door breaks her chain of thoughts.
"Hello Mrs. Johnson, am I interrupting?" asks Frida, standing in the doorway. Frida is a young woman with short fiery red hair, blue eyes and an athletic body and is the best friend of Donna. Living just across the street, these two are widely considered inseparable; hardly ever seen without each other.
"Hi Frida, come on in, I'm just getting ready to bake the cake for our 'adult'. But close the door please, it's freezing outside," says Maria with a warm welcoming smile.
"I want to ask you for a favor." Frida says not wasting time for chit-chat, as she enters the kitchen area and steps close to Maria.
"Sure sweetie, fire it up. What can I do for the best friend of my beautiful daughter?" Perhaps too close, Maria realizes when Frida enters her personal space and gently takes her by the hands.
"You see, that's it," Frida says hesitantly, "Donna isn't just my best friend..."
A sudden silence lingers until Maria urges her to go on, "...she is also my girlfriend."
Maria is flooded with a wave of emotions that stops her breath. Standing there, motionless, Frida's grip on her hand gets a bit stronger.
"Please, don't be angry at her," pleads Frida, suddenly not sure if this was a good idea.
"Eh, uhm," Maria clears her throat. "I'm not angry, just really surprised. Even though I shouldn't be, considering how close you two are."
Frida eases her grip a tiny bit, 'this may actually work' she hopes.
"So how long have you two been dating?" Maria asks in a desperate attempt not to freak out. 'My daughter is a lesbian!'
