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A Gift for Donna

By: SupremeF



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This story contains strong adult themes, including incest, and should not be read if you are easily offended.

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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!'

"Oh, uhm, we started kissing this summer, you know, just to practice and stuff. She groped my boob once by accident," Frida looks into distance with dreamy eyes; not seeing as Maria shuts her eyes in parental horror.

"Sometimes we just kiss, sometimes we fondle each other. Her boobs are amazing. Soo huge and soft," continues Frida huskily as she brings her hand towards her chest, still holding Maria's palm.

"I wonder how she looks completely naked," Frida whispers to herself but apparently loud enough for Maria to hear.

Maria tries to gently liberate her palm from Frida's grip without breaking her reverie when she stops in sudden realization.

"You haven't seen Donna naked yet?" Maria says and then thinks 'These kids are really sweet and innocent...me, at their age...' and visibly trembles as a shiver from dirty memories goes down her spine. Frida doesn't notice as she is looking down, watching points of her shoes and slowly shakes her head.

"Uhm, no, we just kiss and play with each other boobs." Taking deep breath and hesitating for a moment, she explains, "I convinced her once to touch herself with a hand inside her panties, in front of me. It was my 19th birthday wish. I really wanted to join in but I just froze and just watched." She presses Maria's palm back towards her chest and steps even closer to her "That's why I'm here Mrs. Johnson," and taking deep breath "I want to make love to your daughter."

Maria looks at her sharply.

"I want to make love to your daughter," Frida repeats herself, "I love her very much!"

Maria has to smile at the vigor in Frida's voice.

"Tonight, on her birthday, and I want this to be perfect, and," she continues, taking a deep breath. "I need you to show me how to make love to woman."

Frida hesitates for a moment, then opens her mouth but Maria won't let her go on with this nonsense any further.

"What?! No! Frida, are you crazy!? NO!" 'This needs to be stopped now', Maria thinks. "Sweetie, if you really love my daughter, and you want to make love to her, it will be the first time for both of you. If it makes you feel safer, you can have sex in this house. Just give me enough time to get out of your way. It will be truly special, as the first time should be," she presses on, watching a tornado of mixed emotions on Frida's face as her hopes die." You don't need my help. Besides, what makes you think I would go for this outlandish idea?"

"I saw you with Lady Polyester," answers Frida with an edge in her voice that wasn't there before.

Maria's heart stops in mid beat. Mrs. Polly, or as everyone calls her behind her back, Lady Polyester, was the principal at the local university, a prime council woman, head of the flower committee and so on. She was maintaining every important office to be had in their town. She was also generally disliked by all, as a cold, uptight person, with no warmth in her personality whatsoever.

"The fact that Lady Polyester had kinky lesbian sex with the mother of my best friend truly blew my mind," Frida's voice ramps up a notch.

"Kinky," Maria manages to whisper.

"I saw you strapped to an office chair with her face buried between your legs. I saw you grinding your pussy against her thigh while she had you blind folded." She steps towards Maria, forcing her to take step back. "You are willing to have sex with the coldest robot I know, on regular basis no less, but not with the woman that wants to make your daughter happy!" Searching for answers in Maria's eyes, Frida almost shouts. "What do you see in her? Do you really date her?"

Maria wordlessly shakes her head. Frida grabs her arms by the elbows.

"So this is just casual sex for you? How do they call it? No strings?" Maria's hands are pinned against her own hips by Frida's frustration, "Then why...?" Frida looks at Maria sharply when it dawns on her. "Is she forcing you? Blackmail?!"

Panic in Maria's eyes confirms her suspicion. Frida calms down as she steps even closer to her. Maria's back is now pressed against the wall. "What does she have on you?" Asks Frida her voice suddenly calm.

Maria closes her eyes in desperation. She has been pushed into a corner and has her hands pinned against her own body. She really is trapped now. "I really don't want to talk about it, you wouldn't understand" her one last attempt at escape.

"Make me understand! I want to help you, I want to set you free from her," Frida insists.

A sad smile flickers on Maria's face.

"There is no way of breaking away from her, not without destroying my life in process, and Donna's too. I searched for way out for long time, only to dig myself deeper in her web. Her coldness is also her armor; she has no chinks in it."

Trapped in the corner, Frida pressing against her with fingers clawed in her arms makes her feel captured. Her body flooded with a sensation she knows very well and something gives way in Maria's mind, and with deep sigh she spills some details.

"She met my older partner from my previous life and got her talking. She knows stuff about me that could get me into real trouble in this town. At first she used it to get me out of Uni, but now, she is using it to her full advantage."

'Real trouble..., what, is she connected to the mob or something?' thinks Frida, and then catches on to the important detail. "Her?!" she interrupts the flood of confession; "your previous partner was a Her? As in a woman?" Maria nods, her secret is out of the bag now. "Your lesbian past is what is she blackmailing you with?"

Maria shuts her eyes at that word. "I really do not want to talk about my past. Best way to keep a secret, well what's left of it, is not to talk about it." She tries to set herself free but Frida won't let go.

"I promise you I will do what I can to get you out of this situation. I know the right people." Maria looks at her quizzically. "Not many people know this, but Lady Polyester is my mother's sister. Mom has to know something we can use," explains Frida thinking aloud and casting the tiniest ray of light.

Maria rejects any hope. "You do realize you might ruin your family reputation..." she says slowly.

"Technically, yeah," replies Frida with smirk. "Trust me, no one likes her. She is my Mom's twin sister and they never talk to each other. I'll ask Mom about Aunt Polly, about stories from when they were younger," she chuckles. "Aunt Polly, it sounds so weird." Then she notices the intense gaze of Maria.

"Does Donna know about me and Lady Polyester?" Maria asks breathlessly. Frida shakes her head. "But she will find out if you don't get what you want from me, right?" she asks.

"I will not rat on you, I will find the way to get Lady Polyester off your back" she promises.

"You would really do that for me?" Maria still won't dare to hope.

Frida nods slowly as she calmly takes Maria's palm and puts it on her own small perky breast. Maria is hypnotized by the perky sensation; won't move, won't breathe. Looking deep into Maria's eyes for what seems to be eons, Frida almost loses all hope as she sees no reaction.

But then, with the tiniest of twitches, she feels fingers slowly close around her small tit. 'Houston, we have lift-off!' Frida's heart skips beat as Maria cups both her boobs and squeezes harder.

Frida moves in to kiss Maria, but she is already planting a wet kiss on her neck; breathing hot breath on Frida's skin that sends shivers starting at her throat and going down her back. Frida takes a step back, pulls her long shirt dress over her head in one smooth motion and slowly lets it drop beside her. Maria, suddenly free from the warm proximity of her young captor feels light headed. She looks at Frida, and for the first time truly looks at her as an adult, not just her daughter's best friend. Girlfriend, her daughter's soon to be lover, she corrects herself looking up and down at her body. Her eyes absorb Frida's lean body, with her long legs, and small-ish perky tits sitting high on her chest; trapped in a tight bra and matching blue panties. Her fiery red hair framing the nice impish face dotted with freckles, and blue eyes glowing in a hunger that she didn't notice before.

Maria takes one step closer, presses her body against Frida and starts kissing her. Almost immediately she has a tongue flicking in her mouth. She feels her large boobs squeezed against Frida's chest as she reaches behind her for the bra clasps. She finally gets them open and the bra falls on the floor. Maria admires for a moment the freckled porcelain-like skin around her pointy pinky nipples.

A small squeak escapes from Frida's mouth as Maria buries her fingers in her right boob while sucking her left nipple. Frida's breathing becomes erratic as Maria goes on her knees while planting a series of wet kisses down her belly, on her hips, and inside her thighs, making the young woman's legs spread apart in process. Then she twists her head up, presses her face against the inviting crotch and in one long hungry lick traces Frida's panties from the dark wet spot between her legs going up toward pubic area.

A Heavy breathing Frida, has to lean forward above the kneeling Maria to put her weight against the wall. She needs help in an effort to seek support that her trembling legs can't provide.

'She is getting really wet.' Maria thinks and flicks her tongue against the fabric of her wet panties. 'Oh, God help me, me too' she thinks to herself, as Frida's strong musky aroma hits her, bringing a wave of heat spreading from her panties.

Maria reaches up, grabs a perky boob above her and both women make eye contact. Sucking her pussy through the material of the panties, Maria reaches for the waist band and pulls down the blue panties to her knees. After momentarily losing contact, Maria buries her face into Frida's pussy, hungrily lapping her wetness, her nose inhaling the aroma from her flaming red strip of pubic hair.

Frida holds her breath with sudden gasp, and then she responds with screams of pure pleasure. She comes in a huge wave of ecstasy, grabs Maria's hair and pushes her head against her pussy, hard.

It takes seemingly ages till she finally catches her breath. In sudden realization, she unclasps her fingers from her lover's hair and Maria can finally lift her head from her burning pussy, her face gleaming with pussy juice.

"Damn, this beats rubbing pussy through panties any day," Frida giggles and sits down next to Maria, resting her head on her shoulder. She's still breathing heavily and Maria can feel the sweaty heaving chest on her shoulder as a new wave of giggles hits the young woman.

"You told me you just kiss each other," she says with hint of accusation in her voice.

Frida needs more time to get her breathing under control, but then she grabs her own boob and looks at Maria. "We do, we just kiss and play with each other's boobs, while rubbing our fingers against our own panties, but when we can't hold it any longer, we move back a little and finish up while looking into each other's eyes. It's really hot."

'I bet,' thinks Maria while Frida leans closer.

"But this is way better" and kisses Maria on her neck, just under her earlobe. Maria stiffens as Frida slowly slides a hand under her shirt and squeezes her breast a bit too hard. Frida has to get on her knees and arms to continue kissing Maria as her lover moves to lie down on the floor.

Frida lowers her torso and enjoys the sensation of her naked tits rubbing against a warm body. She kisses her lover on her lips and neck; on that spot just below the throat. Then she plays with Maria's tits. They are a bit larger and heavier than her best friend's tits, but from what she can tell, the similarity is undeniable. Large, soft and pillowy; jiggling with every shaky breath Maria takes.

"Try to twist my nipple," Maria breaths in advice. She grabs Frida's perky boob that is rubbing against her stomach and does the same. "Like that," Frida's eyes open in wave of pleasure and she twists the nipple she has just sucked. "Not so hard!" Maria exclaims arching her back to press both women closer.

"Sorry!" Her apology melts into sucking the hurt boob in an attempt to make it better. Then she moves to the other one with much more success. As proved by little moans escaping from Maria's lips.

Frida follows the same path of kisses Maria took on her just few minutes ago, and as she reaches the waist band, Maria lifts her hips and drags her leggings, together with her panties to mid-thigh. Frida tries to get rid of clothes but the panties got tangled around Maria's ankles.

"Take a sniff," says Maria.

Frida moves her hand in a jerky motion, stops for a moment, and then she covers her face with the wet panties while taking deep breath. Maria watches the small boobs jiggle as the young lean body, sitting between her legs freezes in fascination. When Frida's face emerges with hunger her eyes, Maria searches for Frida's hand and squeezes her young lover's fingers a bit.

She watches as Frida sticks out the point of her tongue and moves an inch towards her pussy, slowly getting closer. Frida plants her first tiny kiss, barely touching the burning pussy lips. Maria isn't sure at first if she even feels anything, and then a jolt of pleasure hits her as Frida takes her swollen clit in her mouth in what it seems like attempt to tear it away. Frida reaches up and grabs that glorious tit, then squeezes it hard as she licks the pussy of her girlfriend's mother.

A mix of pain and pleasure hits Maria like a truck, and she is now moaning in excitement as Frida's nose is rubbing her clit whilst she is sucking at her pink folds. It takes a little time till she starts shaking in a wave of orgasm, but Frida is firmly attached to her crotch now and won't let go.

After a while, Maria takes her shaking body somewhat under control. Frida emerges from her lover's crotch and crawls up her body, rubbing her boobs against Maria's body.

"Whoa, this is something I definitely have to do to your daughter," she says with huge smile as she plants wet kiss on her lover's dry lips, momentarily denying her chance to answer.

Maria breaks the kiss in a desperate move to catch her breath, but Frida's body laying on top of her doesn't make situation any easier to calm down.

"What will your girlfriend say when she finds out you cheated on her? With her own mother, no less?" Maria asks suddenly.

Frida slides down, laying next to her and rolls on her side so she faces Maria and reaches for her boob to squeeze.


A Gift for Donna



"She may seem like wild force of nature, but when we are alone, she is very different. Not at all this impulsive fool that does anything she wants at that moment.

"Yeah, that's my Donna." says Maria, still breathing hard. "Crazy, reckless, and impulsive girl we all know and love," she adds.

"Hear, hear. Also smart, kind and very beautiful" adds Frida with smile.

"I'm glad she has you, Frida, you seem to keep her grounded, stopping her from getting the stupid ideas she sometimes has." continues Maria, "but even so, she will tear your head off if she finds out."

"I don't think so; in our private moments, she is very timid - she does what I tell her." Frida says dreamily.

"She obeys you?" Maria asks and Frida just nods.

"I am a little worried about her," says Frida, "someone can push her into something bad, and take advantage of her. She needs to be stronger, and not let herself be manipulated. She needs to learn how to stand up for herself. I plan to show her how to do this someday soon."

"Did you force her into your relationship?" Maria looks at her sharply.

Frida's face stiffens in shock. "No, no way. I wouldn't do that to her. I discovered it waaay after we started dating. It was on my 19th birthday; I jokingly told her, uhm, gave her a command to reach into her own panties, and to my surprise she obeyed. The idea to make her rub her pussy while I watch came naturally."

"I bet," Maria says with a protective tone in her voice. "How come you two didn't have sex then, when it is clear you wanted to? All it would need is for you to give an order."

Frida draws lazy circle around Maria's nipple she almost tore away before giving answer. "Because I froze back then, and it may not be obvious, but I really love her and don't want to force her into anything she is not ready for. But now, she is."

"How can you possibly tell?" Asks Maria.

Frida wraps her leg around Maria, locking her legs down. She feels heat emanating from her lover's crotch on her thigh. She moves her head so she can whisper into Maria's ear. "Because that is her birthday wish. She told me she wants me to make love to her."

"Oh," Maria exhales, still breathing heavily.

"Yeah, so you can see now how important it is for me that this has to be perfect. Any more pussy tricks you can teach me?" Frida then asks with almost comical hope in her voice.

"Frida, I should not have sex with you in the first place. I did way more than I should; the rest is up to you." Maria says with regret in her voice. "Over time, you will learn all sorts of tricks of how to make my daughter happy."

Frida doesn't answer; she just inches even closer, grabbing her lover in a tight embrace. This girl just won't give up. Maria tries to break the lock Frida has on her, but it's no go. The hot breath blowing down her ear makes her giddy.

"Fine," she exhales in surrender. "Sit on my face."

"Sit on...What?! Are you seri-?...Oh!"

Frida makes the connection in her mind, springs up and moves to sit over Maria's chest. From there she inches forward bit by bit, but her lover is not willing to wait till the redhead gets comfy and sticks her tongue into Frida's pussy.

Frida shudders in a wave of pleasure, drops down and completely buries Maria's face in her crotch. Maria slaps the ass that is smothering her and Frida starts to grind her hips against her face, moaning in waves of pleasure.

Frida arches backwards grabbing Maria's pussy and starts playing with it. Maria can feel the burning heat coming from her own pussy as Frida roughly and mercilessly rubs her sensitive clit. She doesn't complain as she can't get enough of the juicy young pussy sitting on her face.

Again and again she takes the pussy lips, ripe with juice, in her mouth and sucks hard. After a while Frida bends forward in series of screams and shudders that smear her wetness on Maria's face, and then collapses on the side. Completely out of breath, she helplessly watches as Maria grabs her own breast in one hand and starts rubbing her own pussy in circular motion with other. Her lover finishes soon afterwards.

Frida is first to stand. Maria watches from below as her young, perky boobs jiggle as she picks up her panties. Frida smiles at her while closing the clasp on her bra and with loving care adjust her small boobs.

Then the sharp 'ping' sounds through the kitchen.

"Oh, the cake," Maria gets up and frantically looks at the clock. "The cake was supposed to be covered in chocolate by now! There isn't much time!"

"Oh, shit" says Frida. Maria leans down to pick up her clothes when Frida stops her. 

"As you said, there isn't much time!" she proclaims with an authority that comes so naturally to her.

Maria has to laugh at the mocking seriousness of what she implies, but then she obeys the command in Frida's voice.

"Fine, I'll cook 'au natural'," and she starts working on the cake wearing only a tight fitting shirt with her ass and pussy bare.

"Thaaat's the spirit," Frida comments as she lovingly smears a trail of chocolate on Maria's small back for which she is rewarded by dirty smile of her girlfriend's mother. Maria grabs her lover by the ass, pulls her closer and mashes her chest against the young, sweaty boobs.

"You have to go - " Maria says as she sneaks her hand under Frida's panties. The front door bursts open and Donna marches through the living room, yelling about not watching.

III.

"So, where were we?" whispers Frida when her girlfriend leaves with stack of the books. She plants a lingering kiss just below Maria's earlobe. Maria seems to welcome her lover's attention and even squeezes her lover's tit for a moment, just to prove to herself she is not completely brain dead from the shock. The Image of her daughter walking in on them is still burning in her mind. All that drama suddenly bubbles to the surface and Maria sighs and pushes Frida away, gently. Then she raises her hands in gesture of dismay and helplessness.

"God! This is crazy! We were almost caught by my daughter," she says with her voice trembling from guilt that somehow raises above the glow of satisfaction she had felt. "Go take shower, I'll finish the cake. We don't have much time." and she reaches for the chocolate brush.

'Interesting, she still won't pull up her panties,' thinks Frida; watching a still naked Maria covering the cake in melted chocolate. She wants to join and help, but then she picks up her panties from the floor and heads towards bathroom.

Some time later, Frida emerges from the steaming shower and sees Maria putting the finished cake in the oven. She reaches toward Maria's purse spilled on the floor next to chair.

"Can I borrow this?" she asks, holding a dark red lipstick she picked up.

"Sure thing sweetie," says Maria, all business like, and points her towards the kitchen mirror. "This one has much better light."

Frida leans towards the mirror and applies some lipstick with practiced ease. Pressing her lips together, she closes her eyes as she can almost feel taste of Maria's pussy. Maria is putting away the baking ingredients when she catches Frida's eyes in the mirror. Frida smiles back and turns towards her to return the lipstick, but Maria shakes her head.

"It looks way better on you; keep it," she says with gentle smile. Frida's hands move hesitantly in an 'Are you sure?' gesture but then quickly slips it in the chest pocket of her dress.

"Thanks," Frida smiles widely, and almost curtsies in mini wave of giddiness that shakes her knees. 'My first sex souvenir' she thinks and looks around. "Let me help you clean this mess, you need to take a shower as well," she offers.

"I got this," Maria declines with smile.

"Are you sure," Frida asks but then looks at the clock on the wall. "Oh hell! I have places to be, and gifts to wrap," 'Young woman to teach new tricks to' she thinks and hastily grabs Maria by her cheeks and kisses her passionately. "Thank you Mrs. Johnson! I'll see what I can do about Lady Polyester, I promise." Sucking Maria's lower lips while backing away from her, she is still keeping eye contact. Then she gropes the older woman's heavy boob one last time and then runs from the house, leaving Maria alone in a storm of conflicting emotions.

IV.

The Sun is about to set behind the horizon when Donna returns home. This time with much less noise and holding Frida by the hand. Golden light floods the living room and an aroma of baked sweets spreads through the small house.

"Mom, I'm home," she calls and Maria enters the living room with wide smile and hugs her daughter. Her smile stiffens a tiny bit when she turns to Frida. Donna takes Frida by the waist. "Mom, I have something to tell you. This is Frida, my - "

"I know Frida sweetie, she is your best friend. Hi, Frida-" says her mother lovingly.

"She is also my girlfriend." Donna spills abruptly before she gets interrupted again. "I mean, she is my lover."

Even though she had plenty of warning, Maria still feels shocked by this declaration of sexuality coming from her daughter. She has always seen Donna as her little girl, not an adult that enjoys sex; and lesbian sex on top of that. Pigtails and dolls, not pussy licking and fingering. Maria shuts her eyes hard when that imagery hits her mind. Donna sees her reaction and takes her by the hand.

"Mom, please don't be appalled. I still love you very much." Maria opens her eyes quickly in effort to calm Donna.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not appalled, just somewhat surprised. I love you no matter what sweetie, you know that." Frida chuckles in her mind at 'somewhat surprised' and watches as Donna gives her Mom a loving bear hug.

"Hi girlfriend Frida, welcome." Says Maria formally but with smile. "Hang your coats and take a seat. Cake is coming." With her face melting in huge smile of relief, Donna takes Frida by the hand and leads her to dining area.

**********

"Mhm, this is good," says the 19 year old adult as the last bit of sweet treat disappears from her plate. Maria pours some wine and stands up.

"Happy birthday sweetie, I love you" she kisses her daughter on the cheeks and hands her a gift, wrapped in decorative paper. Donna tears the paper away in her typical frantic style and opens the box.

"Oh, mom, this is beautiful!" she says smiling, and pulls out a long evening dress with a bow on front. Holding it under her chin, she swirls around room in long pirouette, and the long fabric flailing behind her. A vase on the shelf almost falls down but Donna goes on with her dance, no matter what. Her mother and Frida looks at each other and smile. This is the Donna they both know. And love.

"My turn," says Frida and hands a somewhat smaller gift to Donna. With same ferocity, the young brunette 'unwraps' the gift and with a quizzical look, pulls out thin sheet of transparent fabric.

"Oh, it's a night gown!" she finally recognizes the shape and laughs.

"And very sexy one," adds her mother with strange tone in her voice.

"Sexy nightie for sexy woman," says Frida. "Happy birthday my love," and kisses her passionately. Donna embraces her and with one eye watches her mother's reaction, but she is just watching calmly and sipping some wine.

"I have to say Mom, you took it way better than I thought you would," says Donna. "I kinda expected an explosion of screams and tears. Where do you get that kind of self-control, I have no idea."

"I may have something to do with it." Frida leans into her girlfriend and watches Maria freeze.

"Oh?" Donna turns her head to Frida as her mother shoots a warning glance at her.

"I stopped by this afternoon to help your Mom with the cake and I kinda spilled our secret by accident," admits Frida.

"Did you now? Oh, well, it's not that surprising though, you can't keep secret to save your life. How was the explosion of screams and all that; fun?" ask Donna.

"Give your Mom some credit, my love, she is way cooler than that." says her girlfriend. "Well, at first she freaked a little, but she loves you so much," she says and Donna looks at her mother with a glowing smile. Frida turns her girlfriend back to her and continues. "She eventually came around and she even said we can spend tonight here. We don't have to sneak out to my place in the middle of the night as we planned!" she goes on and looks at Maria with sly smile.

"Did she now?!" the young brunette asks with disbelief and also looks at her Mother. "Mom! Is that true?"

Maria hesitates to give answer. True, she technically said that but...

"Moom!" Her daughter grabs her by the elbows and begs for permission. "Moom, please, please, pleeease!" Maria is pressed against the kitchen counter for the second time today.

"Fine," she surrenders, "you two can spend night here. I'll sleep down here on the couch and give you lovers some privacy."

"You are the BEST!" Exclaims her daughter and plants a huge kiss on her lips; nothing sexual, just some daughterly appreciation for her Mom. Maria stands motionless for a moment while Donna is already stealing a piece of cake from Frida's plate.

"Slim figure be damned, I am adult now. I can make any dietary mistakes I please," she licks her finger. "And this cake pleases me a lot."

"The secret ingredient is love" says Frida and chuckles.

Maria still leaning against counter just shuts her eyes as images from this afternoon return to her mind. 'These two had better go upstairs before midnight' she thinks as memories make her horny again.

"I bet," says Donna and with tip of her finger wipes small piece of chocolate from her girlfriend lips and licks it. Then she deliberately puts a piece of chocolate chip on her bottom lip. Maria watches as Frida sucks her daughter's lips.

'Or soon, way sooner' thinks Maria as memory of Frida sucking her lips rush to her mind. She turns away from them to pick up the remnants of the destroyed packaging, and to hide her blushing face. When she turns back to collect the last pieces of paper from the desk, all her effort on restoring composure is gone as she see Frida passionately kissing her daughter in tight embrace.

"Ehm, girls, please, boundaries." she says. They break their kiss and with somewhat guilty smiles step a bit back away from each other, but won't stop holding hands. "Besides the night is still young. You can still celebrate with your clothes on." She adds, surprising herself with reference to nudity.

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson" says Frida.

"Wine! This adult needs more wine!" yells Donna in effort to change subject. "And cake!"

"That's the spirit," Maria pours them some wine. "After all, sex is best enjoyed after some fine dining." 'Fuck, not sex topic again!' she stiffens trying to stop this chain of thoughts. Frida just stares at her.

"Mom knows best," Donna unknowingly contributes to the sexual whirlwind in her mother's mind.

Frida takes it on herself to entertain them with gossip from around the town. Lady Polyester's new shameless grab for a power seat in the local market seems to be the hottest topic. Sipping wine, they discuss plans for their summer vacation, and how to pay for it. Donna has, as usual, the craziest ideas all of them. Places like Patagonia and Tasmania are her dream destinations. They all laugh and tease her for all that foolishness, but it will probably just be the nearest beach, they decide.

As Maria pours the remnants of the wine into their glasses, she notices that the young women are again leaning on each other; Frida already has her hand wrapped around Donna's waist. There will be no stopping young desires she realizes. Then she sees her daughter is gently rubbing her hand up and down on Frida's ass. The ass she herself was squeezing not so long ago.

"Okay sweethearts, it was long day, Mom has to go to bed."

Her daughter impulsively gives her another crushing bear hug. "Thank you Mom, for everything." The meaning of 'everything' is clear to all of them.

"You are beautiful young woman sweetie, and Mom loves you very much." Maria gives her proud smile.

Frida also leans towards Maria and hugs her. They separate after brief moment, but not before the young redhead manages to sneak a knowing wink at her that sends shiver down Maria's spine.

"And don't stay up too long," her parental voice still trembles when she calls out to the women as they are going upstairs; but the young lovers are in their own universe now. She wonders how come they don't break into a mad run, but just calmly walk up with hands wrapped around each other's waists. Maria notices Frida is carrying the nightie she bought for her daughter. Donna giggles as Frida is whispering to her, something dirty, no doubt.

V. 

Maria gulps the remaining wine and puts her glass into the dishwasher. Weak laughter and giggles coming from upstairs make her stop for a moment, and it brings a gentle warmth to her panties. With a hand gently touching her belly, she realizes it is her daughter giggling and she quickly moves her hand away. 'She is probably naked by now.' she thinks despite herself and decides to leave cleaning the kitchen for tomorrow and unzips her dress. She realizes too late that her PJ's are upstairs in the bedroom. With a sigh she decides to sleep in a small t-shirt and panties, and enjoys the brief but pleasant feeling of her boobs being liberated from her bra.

As she carries blankets and pillows from wardrobe, a loud, wild burst of laughter comes from Donna's room, but is quickly hushed. Sudden silence from upstairs carries an unmistakable feeling of intimacy that makes her rather quickly unfold the couch to make a bed.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Maria briefly contemplates sneaking upstairs to get her vibrator, when another wave of giggles stops her. With a deep sigh she just grabs the fabric of her panties to give herself a gentle wedgie. The sensation of firm pressure against her pussy pushes a gentle moan from her throat. Maria closes her eyes and images of perky boobs and a young, firm belly rush into her mind. After a while she lets go of her panties and pulls the hem of her t-shirt upwards to expose her boobs, and feels her skin under her fingers. A new wave of moans from upstairs makes her squeeze her nipples way harder than she intended. 'Just like Frida this afternoon,' she thinks with guilty smile spreading on her face.

Moving to sit with the butt at the very edge of the bed, she spreads her legs wide and gently drags her fingernails over her inner thigh towards pussy under the panties waiting for pleasure to come. Just the way she likes it. Maria feels her pussy quivering in anticipation as she rubs her finger tips over panties with gentlest of touches.

"...this, I have to know for sure. I'll ask her for myself!" Donna's loud voice suddenly breaks her arousal as the door upstairs bursts open. Maria barely has time to move her hand away from her crotch and drag down hem of the t-shirt to cover her chest when her Donna appears at the bottom of the stairs.

Frida, only in her panties, slowly descends behind her. Donna is standing in front of her mother completely naked. Maria's breath is still not under control and she can't stop looking at her daughter's body. She sees Donna's wide eyes on a flushed but beautiful face framed by long, dark hair. Her hair is completely messed up. Her heavy tits, shaped like drop of mercury about to fall, have the large pink, pointy nipples sticking out and covered in dark red lipstick. The heaving of her daughter's chest makes her boobs jiggle. 'My boobs are almost same shape' she thinks and despite herself almost reaches under her own t-shirt.

Her eyes follow trails of dark red smears over Donna's belly towards her blushed crotch. Maria stares at her daughter's pussy way too long after she realizes there is no pubic hair, only a lipstick imprint just above her slit. She quickly averts her gaze to follow the long shapely legs when she is interrupted by Donna leaning forward. With fire in her pussy still burning, Maria almost reaches for her daughter's tits dangling in front of her. Donna leans even further towards her so she has her face on same level as the sitting Maria. As if emerging from ocean's depths, her daughter's voice reaches her senses.




A Gift for Donna



"Moom!" Donna not so gently shakes her shoulder. "Moom! Is it true? Did you?" Maria stiffens in parental attention and looks into Donna's eyes.

"What's wrong sweetie? Something -" she sharply looks at Frida standing nearby, but young woman shrugs her shoulders with confused, cautious expression on her face, not sure what to expect from this scene.

"Frida told me you rubbed her naked pussy!" she exclaims with wild face. Maria's body turns cold.

"Wha-, hon-, I can explain." Maria is so surprised she won't even deny it. She would burn that redhead above her small perky tits with her angry gaze if she could. 'Frida, how could you.'

Frida suddenly needs to look at the floor, and then she looks up with an 'It kinda slipped out my mouth.' shrug. "Donna, please don't be angry at your Mom-" Frida pleads with her lover while still looking at Maria.

"Moom!" Donna insists on getting Maria's full attention. "No need to explain or apologize Mom, I understand now." Her face melts into wide smile. "I'm not mad, I love you Mom, no matter what; you know that."

'What else did Frida tell you?' Maria thinks, but the redhead can clearly guess her thoughts and just shows her palm in a calming gesture, 'Relax'.

A whirlwind of wild emotions washes over Maria as her naked daughter, still standing over her, impulsively leans on her and gives her bear hug while she is sitting down. The sensation of young hot pillowy tits pressed into her face mixed with the smell of Donna's sweaty body; raise the hairs on the neck. She needs to lick those tits but suddenly her lips dry and her hand twitches in an impulse to hug her daughter back. But by then Donna breaks the hug and cups Maria's face in her palms and smiles at her.

"I'm glad it was you, Mom. You are the best! I'm okay with everything," she exclaims.

"You are? Even with all that pussy licking?" Maria asks, after images of large boobs pressing against her horny mind.

"P- Pussy licking?! You licked Frida's pussy?" Donna's eyes widen in surprise and looks at her lover but Frida just covers her face with palm.

Maria freezes. 'Who said that?'

"You mean, my Mom licked your naked pussy? With her tongue?!" Frida hesitates, and then slowly nods. Donna looks at her motionless Mother and then back at her lover. "My love, how was it?" She asks, and Frida can't stop herself from answering with smile like a fool. "That good, huh?" Donna whispers with rugged breath.

For several heartbeats no one moves.

Then Donna springs back into motion, grabs Frida by the elbow and drags her to stand in front of her mother. Surprised the redhead didn't put up much resistance.

"Show me," Donna says with hungry curiosity. "I want to see for myself." Both her lover and mother freeze in that moment. Maria looks at her daughter with denial in her eyes and somehow gathers strength to speak.

"Honey, this is not right. Frida is your girlfriend, it should be you two who experie-" Frida frantically nods. 

"Moom!" Interrupts Donna with tone that is strangely familiar to Frida. She leans toward her mother and holds her by the shoulders. Maria is suddenly surrounded by young bodies; their sweet aroma hits her nose. The fire awoken in Maria's frustrated pussy is melting her resolve. The heat their skin emanates is making her lips dry. She needs to lick something, badly. She breaks her eye contact with her daughter and with a hesitant move, reaches for waistband of Frida's panties. The young redhead puts her hands over Maria's.

'This is fucking awkward' she sends a mental message to Maria who exposes her pink pussy in one smooth motion. Frida shivers from all that attention and tries to cover her crotch, but Maria leans forward with her tongue sticking out, and in same way as this afternoon drags a long hungry lick from the bottom of her slit towards her clit. Then she grabs her by the ass and drags her closer.

"Whoa," whispers Donna as the first moan escapes Frida's mouth. She cannot believe what she's seeing. She knew her mother occasionally slept with her co-workers, but not with women. Mom never showed any inclination of lesbian tendencies; and now this. Awesome!

She tries to absorb the entire scene. Her moaning lover with her head tilted backwards, dark red lips gasping, her face covered by messed up hair. Her mother is groping the cheeks of Frida's ass and licking her young pussy with surprising fervor. Donna sees Frida grabbing her mother by the hair as her moans get louder. The image of lips tightly attached to the pussy of her lover, starts a fire in her own crotch.

Remembering new trick she learned upstairs, she puts one finger on her clit and makes a small circle. Loud moans suddenly escape from her lips joins with Frida's as her mother kisses her burning crotch with a loud sucking sound. She leans her head over Maria's shoulder and watches her lover's body shake.

Her mother feels the young hot naked body of her daughter pressing on her side; her large soft breasts spreading warmth to her side, and something that is clearly a hard nipple presses into her arm. Maria turns to look at Donna but her daughter has her eyes only for the pussy in front of them.

"Do you want to take over from here?" she asks in a desperate move to stop the butterflies in her belly caused by her daughter's body pressing on her. Donna looks at her with an 'I thought you'd never ask' smile and stands up so quickly she almost topples Frida from her unsteady legs.

Donna grabs her lover by the waist and kisses her passionately. "My love, let me finish this." she whispers, and Frida just closes her eyes in passion, brought on by her lover's body pressed against hers and she kisses her again.

Watching Frida rubbing her body against her naked daughter, Maria sits up straight; her pussy is aching in fire of anticipation. Desperately she wants these two to leave so she can finally get under the blanket. She has to press her thighs close together in an effort to stop her hand getting there.

She looks at Donna trying to move her lover, but Frida has her panties wrapped around her knees. 'Those are mine!' Maria almost shouts out loud as she recognizes the fabric stained with chocolate. 'Frida had to have taken them this afternoon' she contemplates; then another thought hits her, 'and she made love to my daughter wearing those?! What is this girl do-'?

Her thoughts are interrupted by Frida almost stumbling down on her. Donna holds her unsteadily for a moment and then the young redhead regains her balance by leaning her weight against a sitting Maria.

"Good idea my love; sit." and pushes Frida to sit on Maria's lap.

"Honey, wha-, this is not-" protests Maria weakly over Frida's shoulder, but her daughter has eyes only for her lover.

Donna kneels down, and looking into her lover's eyes, she spreads her lover's legs. Frida, seeking support, leans back a little and provides Maria with a clear view of the entire scene. Over Frida's shoulder Maria sees her small perky tits and then she sees her Donna on her knees with her hands on Frida's inner thighs.

Regardless of the fact there is another body between them; Maria holds her breath as she sees her daughter getting closer to her body with her hungry tongue sticking out. Then she shuts her eyes as the image of her own daughter burying her lips into a pink young pussy burns in her mind. She feels the young redhead's body stiffens.

A horny Frida sends shivers down Maria's spine, shaking her body as she occasionally rubs her back against Maria's nipples which are piercing through the fabric of the t-shirt. Heavy breathing redhead feels tremors under her buttocks and grabs Maria's palm into her hand, locking their fingers, now fully pressing her body against Maria's.

"Grab my boob, oh my god, grab my boob" moans Frida, grinding her ass against Maria. Their combined body heat mixed with musky aroma makes Maria giddy and she reaches for perky breast shaking in front of her. She looks down when her palm collides with something, and she sees her daughter's fingers reaching for same boob. With her mouth still buried in the young pussy, Donna smiles through her eyes and makes horny eye contact with her mother.

Maria quickly averts her eyes, then grabs the other boob and plants wet kiss on the redhead's neck, and feeling fire rising in her own panties. Donna's focus returns to Frida's crotch as it lifts up in her upcoming orgasm. Frida is shaking wildly but Donna won't let go and keeps her lips pressed tightly against her burning cunt until Frida collapses on Maria in uncontrollable shudders. Maria quickly lets go of the redhead's boob.

Standing up, her daughter emerges from between her lover's thighs and with dreamy eyes traces her lips with her fingers, and then licks Frida's juices off of them.

"Did you like it?" Donna asks proudly, and helping her lover stand up, licks her lips glistening in pussy juices.

"In-fucking-credible" breaths Frida with her voice still shaky, "I want to do it again!" and lock's her lips with Donna's.

'It's time to send them back upstairs' thinks Maria desperately. 'I can't take this anymore'. She is about to get their attention when both girls burst into giddy laughter.

"Later my love," exclaims Donna and slumps into her mother's lap. "It is my turn!" she says with wild laughter.

"Honey! What are you doing?" Maria exclaims as she feels naked ass of her daughter on her thighs. The feeling of a hot burning body on her skin makes her squirm and spread her legs wide in effort to make Donna stand up. Unevenly positioned Donna sinks down to sit on the mattress between Maria's thighs, and Maria just sighs helplessly.

.

"Perhaps we should go upstairs" suggests Frida as she sees her naked lover's body pressing against her mother. It's wrong, she knows, but the sight brings her a new wave of heat in her crotch and she steps towards them.

"Listen to your girlfriend sweetie, a comfy bed is waiting for you upstairs" Maria is somehow not screaming. She weakly tries to push her daughter out of her lap but horny Donna won't be denied her pleasure. The heat spreading to her belly from Donna's body makes her bite her lips in an effort to stop the moan coming from her throat.

"Moom! Frida promised me she would fuck me senseless!" she laughs, and spreads her legs for her lover and pushing her Mother's legs even more apart, locking them against bed. Despite her desperate efforts, a small groan slips through Maria's lips as the young redhead leans in for a kiss and presses Donna momentarily against her mother. Frida then plants a series of wet kisses going down Donna's belly, while still groping the large milky tits of her lover.

"You are so wet," mumbles a kneeling Frida between kisses she is planting on her lover's thighs.

"You better believe it my love" moans Donna.

All that kissing, groping and rubbing has made Donna incredibly horny. On top of that, the news she learned about her mother's lesbian tricks, brought images to her mind that she can't get rid of. Images that make her pussy squirm. She feels Frida's hot breath on her pussy causing her to really tremble in a wave of fire spreading from her crotch.

Maria feels her daughter's heavy breathing. Shudders of rising pleasure make the young body rub against her thighs and belly. Maria is desperate to stop her own body from getting out of control. Her daughter's moans resonate through her body, the musky smell of pussy forces her head to tilt up and sideways to hide the somewhat loud moan rising from her throat. God knows what her horny daughter would do if she discovers a wet puddle in her mother's panties.

'A puddle she's causing,' Maria admits with blood rushing to her face. Her frustrated pussy is about to explode, so she tries to stop the young body from bouncing and rubbing against her and puts her palm in a restraining gesture, with fingers spread wide, on Donna's heaving stomach.

'Oh god help me, that was stupid move' she realizes frustrated when her daughter, glancing over her shoulder, gives her a flicker of a horny smile and the moans get even louder. Maria quickly tries to remove her hand but heavy breathing Donna locks it with her palm and shakily slides her mother's fingers down her belly a bit. In a very real fear of her palm ending up in her daughter's crotch, she forcibly frees her hand from the moaning brunette who is getting even hornier from all that touching and rubbing.

At least Donna is now sitting a bit farther from her crotch and is not rubbing on her, Maria realizes in relief as her pussy calms down a bit, and moves her ass even further from the edge of the bed. Her daughter is meanwhile losing control of her body and shakes and moans wildly.

Frida has her palm close to the spot where Maria's hand was few moments ago, but with her thumb rubbing the throbbing clit and is flicking her tongue on her lover's pussy. Kneeling between Donna's legs she herself is getting horny at the image of her naked lover pressed against her Mother. The loud sucking sound she makes with her mouth, mixed with the young brunette's gasps and moans, makes her rub her pussy against the carpet. She wipes the area around Donna's clit clean and is about to stick a few fingers into her burning pussy, when new idea strikes her.

"Turn around, you'll love this." Donna's brain doesn't register at first what is being asked of her, but then the promise of more pleasure moves her body with her typical frantic speed. Frida barely has time to move away from Donna's legs flailing around as she moves into a kneeling position on the edge of the bed between her mother's wide spread legs.

Maria is suddenly facing her daughter kneeling in front of her with her body straightened up. She helplessly watches the moving belly and heaving chest, making her daughter's boobs jiggle close to her face. With nobody sitting between her legs, Maria instinctively pulls her legs together as she feels her wet panties exposed. Then immediately spreads them wide when she feels the electrifying skin of her daughter touch her inner thighs.

She looks up to demand answers, but Donna is looking around her shoulder to see what Frida about to do to her pussy. She hears a hushed exchange between the young lovers and tries to speak but her mouth is dry and unable to produce words.

Her daughter suddenly turns back towards her and wobbles with a wild burst of laughter. Large sweaty boobs brush on Maria's face as her daughter momentarily leans onto her. Parental instincts kick in and she grabs her daughter's hips to steady her. Donna looks at her with a glowing smile and puts her hands on her mother's shoulders to gain stability and straightens up.

'Oh god' whispers Maria to herself and tries to push her daughter off. She feels her body once more burning in horny frustration when Donna wobbles again. This time she realizes it is on purpose, as her daughter inches forward a bit, with one of her knees almost touching the fabric of Maria's panties. She desperately looks up, but her daughter is captivated in a wave of giggles. Carelessly leaning more and more on her mother, Donna bends forward to allow Frida to plant a series of loud kisses down her spine, reaching the small of her back.

Maria is leaning backwards precariously, holding onto Donna's hips as she tries to avoid the pointy nipples pushing into her face.

'This has to stop' she desperately decides, and lifts her body in order to send horny duo upstairs.

Then long, wild tremors run through Donna's body and she leans forward falling down on all fours to get support for her trembling body.

Maria yelps in protest as the weight of her daughter's body topples her onto the bed. Donna feels her lover's fingers impale her pussy and it drives her mad with ecstasy. With her head tilted up she moves forward and back in rhythm with the fingers pounding her pussy.

"Donna!" protests Maria, but her daughter is riding high on a wave of pleasure, not caring for the world. She wants to yell again at them, but Maria, helplessly trapped under her own daughter, sees Donna's boobs jiggle in a wild motion above her and closes her eyes shut. The heat and smell of horny bodies, mixed with the loud moans coming from the lovers surrounding her, feels like gasoline pouring on the fires burning in her crotch. Maria grabs her own breast and squeezes it, hard. Maybe the pain will keep me sane, she thinks. With Frida attached to her lover's pussy, she feels Donna above her shaking and moaning wildly.

Maria suddenly feels something brushing gently against her hand that is still groping her own boob and opens her eyes in surprise. Donna is losing control of her body and her jiggling chest sinks lower and lower. She jerks her hand away but then clearly feels her daughter's nipples rub against her own boobs that are hidden behind the thin fabric. An electrifying sensation takes her breath away and then pushes a long suppressed moan from her lips.

Breathing hard now, Maria feels her rising chest bouncing and rubbing against her daughter's boobs with increasing regularity. She notices a gentle pressure in her crotch and realizes it is her daughter's kneeling leg pressing against her panties. A series of slow shudders run through her body, seemingly in sync with the young body above her.

Then her own thighs move together with a volition of their own, locking Donna's knee against her aching pussy, forcing her to bite her lips in endless frustration, or horniness.

After a long evening of torturous teasing and denial of the pussy rubbing she craves so much, both states of mind are melting into one.

'God help me' she whispers as a river of suppressed feelings break through her mental dam. With the gentlest of movements, she presses her pussy against her daughter's knee and starts to rub her pelvis up and down, slowly at first. Her hands shoot up to grab her own tits and squeeze them hard, and knead them endlessly.

Loud moans, musky smell of bodies above her, and the heat in her pussy drains the last of her resolve.

Maria pushes her breasts up and offers her nipples to the young jiggling boobs above her, pushing her pussy harder against Donna's knee. Feeling the warm soft boobs bouncing and rubbing against her hard nipples, makes her move her pelvis faster. Hot, ragged breaths blowing from her daughter's gasping lips makes her skin shiver.

The sensation of her pussy now rubbing hard and fast against her daughter's leg bends her body up in incoming pleasure. Gasping for air, and pleading for mercy only an orgasm can bring, in a mind melting wave of heat from her panties she opens her eyes wide and sees her daughter staring down at her with wild expression on her face.

Maria freezes once again, her body going into shock. Her mind drowned in a haze of pleasure, scrambles for words to say. Then she realizes her Donna is looking through her like she isn't even there and doesn't register anything happening around her.

Still looking into her daughter's eyes, a strong wave of relief mixed with guilt and pleasure is spreading from her pussy, her body at last shakes in the massive shudders of an orgasm.

With eyes wide open but not seeing, Donna shakes and moans directly above her mother when her will gives up and she collapses down on Maria. Still gasping for air Maria feels her daughter's body grinding against hers. The horny brunette is still moving her body with the rhythm of Frida's fingers pounding into her pussy.

Mother and daughter feel their helpless, burning bodies grind against each other, tits melting into tits, shaking belly rubbing against belly and finally both come in trembling crescendo of screams and moans.

Donna buries her face into her mother's shoulder with heavy breathing, while Maria just gasps for air with her face hidden beneath her long hair. After a while, Donna stiffens a bit and slides down her body, and lying on her back next to her mother. A small giggle escapes Maria's mouth as she watches the young boobs heave next to her.




A Gift for Donna



VI.

Slowly, like in a dream, her daughter rolls her body back to lean against her mother's side, trapping Maria's arm under her hot, sweating body, and rests her head on Maria's shoulder with deep sigh of satisfaction. Donna looks down their joined bodies and sees Frida kneeling in front of them with a hazy look on her face.

"Come, join us my love," she finally finds her voice. Frida stops the slow rubbing of her crotch against the carpet and gets on all fours; her eyes locked on the still heavy breathing bodies of mother and daughter. Her idea to prowl like a cat above the naked women proves to be somewhat difficult as her lover is leaning against her mother and Frida has very little space to maneuver. The awkward movement of her arms and legs in an effort not to step on anyone make Donna giggle. Maria's climax, still far from fading makes her lay there wordlessly, trying not to moan or giggle when her daughter is pressing her body against her.

Finally, Frida's head appears hovering above them. Standing on all fours, she absorbs the view she is presented with. Her lover, shining in a sexual glow, is leaning her face against the shoulder of her mom. Maria's face is mostly covered with her long hair, only her chin, red lips and little bit of nose are fully visible.

"Having good time?" she says huskily and kisses young brunette passionately before she can answer. After a while, Frida breaks the kiss and moves her head above Donna's mother. Frida and Maria stare into each other eyes for a longer time than Donna likes to see, and then they kiss.

"Frida," protests her lover when she sees tongues flicking between these two.

"It is important to say 'Thank you' to the woman that brought us this wonderful gift we just enjoyed," says Frida slyly and plants gentle kisses on Donna's throat and neck. "Don't you think so?"

Maria quietly bends her leg and rubs it gently against Frida's hip which is hovering above her; her burning hunger still hasn't faded away.

"Hm, yes, you are right." she looks up to her mother's face. "Thank you Mom," she whispers. Maria is still out of breath and shows just a flicker of a brief smile to her daughter, not trusting her body.

"It's best said with the kiss!" Frida commands.

Maria stiffens, still looking at her daughter with lips parted; not sure if to protest or reach for kiss. Donna, apparently not realizing how much of the 'gift' she recently shared with her mother, hesitates. Then reaching up, she brushes away the hair from her mother's face and plants small kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you Mommy." she says and lies back down on her shoulder. Older woman sighs silently.

"That's the spirit." Smiling from above them, Frida collapses onto Maria's side opposite to Donna.

Maria, once again, finds herself trapped in an embrace of still hot, young flesh. Her daughter is leaning against her right side with her large breasts flowing around Maria's arm and a petite Frida rests her head on Maria's breast, looking at the nipple she tortured this afternoon. The memory of the excitement she felt back then makes her smile. She blows hot breath over Maria's skin towards her pink nipple and wraps her leg around older woman's legs.

Warmth spreads over Maria's hip as Donna leaning against her, gently rubs her ankle against her mother's leg, most likely not even realizing it. Both young women just lay there, gazing into each other's eyes, and with silly smiles relish in glow that spreads through their satisfied bodies.

Maria joins them in quiet resignation and despite her better judgment enjoys the sensation their young bodies emanate. Her breathing calms down and she feels her tension is washed away with the last deep sigh of past frustration she can barely remember now.

VII.

Frida reaches across Maria's chest, and pinches Donna's boob flowing over her mother's arm. Donna looks at her with peaked interest.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Frida asks, then smiles at her lover's frantic nods. "I certainly did. We both did," she continues. Donna looks at her lover, still not getting it. "But, not everyone got lucky tonight," Frida explains.

"Oh! Damn," says Donna, but Frida is already on it.

Maria lost in blissful haze suddenly feels a hand gently groping her boob. She frantically looks at her daughter.

"Donna, wha-" she exclaims but her daughter is just watching her redhead lover. She turns to see Frida licking her finger and then slowly circling around Maria's nipple, and then the one closer to her daughter. Donna curiously leans towards her boob and inhales the aroma. The sensation it brings takes her breath away for a moment.

"Girls. What are you doing?" she looks at Frida then at her daughter and moves to lift herself up.

"Hold her," says Frida and licks Maria's pink nipple.

"Moom!" Donna exclaims in a familiar tone and pushes her mother down. Maria stops fighting for a moment.

"We just want to say thank you!" She sees Frida wrapping mouth around her mother's boob. "Well, Frida will do most of the thanking, but still, it is from both of our hearts."

"And pussies" Frida mumbles with a hard nipple in her mouth.

Maria squirms and shudders, caused by the redhead nymph, and tries to rise up again. Donna just laughs and pushes her mother down to the mattress again. Moment later, Maria is really trying to stand up from the bed. Donna nods at her lover and both women lay on Maria's sides, pinning her arms and legs down.

"Moom!" Donna exclaims in a tone that melts Maria's resolve. Frida pauses for a moment to wonder at the effect her lover's has over her mother. Then Maria's belly moves under her palm and Frida remember she has duty to perform.

She traces a wet line from the already hard nipple down Maria's belly towards her panties. Smiling, Donna is watching her mother's body trembling with moans and gasps and when Frida offers a finger to her and young brunette sucks it hungrily. Frida pulls out the wet dripping finger.

"This is from your daughter, Mrs. Johnson," whispers Frida and slips her fingers under Maria's panties.

Donna stares at her girlfriend, "Frida, what the fuck."

Frida just smiles in mischief. If she senses wet puddle in Maria's panties, she won't tell.

With eyes closed shut, Maria tilts her head sideways and loud moans escape her lips; her chest heaves and pushes against the young women laying at her sides.

Donna is still kinda pissed at her girlfriend when she sees her lover's palm go deep in her mother panties. She considers the idea of removing them and moves her hand towards her mother's crotch but then she quickly backs away feeling awkward. She just places her palm on Maria stomach instead. The sensation of her mother's burning skin under her palm makes her feel mighty weird, but at least she is contributing to the cause, she thinks. 'Perhaps I could rub her belly a bit' she thinks, but quickly pushes it out of her mind.

Her body shaking, Maria managed to set her lower body free from the legs wrapped around her, but any idea of leaving is long forgotten. Nevertheless, both women press their bellies against her hips. Frida locks Maria's leg between her thighs and pushes her crotch against her. Donna sees what her lover is doing, but just pins her mother's other leg down with hers.

Maria is losing her mind. The hot pussy grinding against her thigh sends waves of fire into her already burning pussy where Frida is hard at work with her fingers. The feeling of being trapped and fucked makes her body shake wildly.

"Ngnh, -boob, my boob, grab it," she moans with frantic fervor.

Donna is watching in fascination as her mother's body moves under her lover's guiding hand. Then she sees Frida doing a weird circle with her face above Maria's chest, planting kisses on her boobs from time to time.

"Help me!" Frida calls when she sees Donna's questioning look on her.

"Wha-" asks Donna and pushes against her mother's body arching her back in wild gasps.

"Help me get this crazy tit into my mouth!" Frida giggles as a large bouncing boob brushes against her face. Donna stiffens from the thought of what her lover wants her to do.

"DONNA!" Frida commands her hesitant girlfriend. Donna moves her hand before she has chance to realize she is doing it. With considerable awkwardness she grabs her mother's breast by the nipple and lifts it up.

"Yes, yes, yes!" screams Maria, apparently not seeing who is groping her. The sudden painful pinching of her tit creates a powerful mix of pain and pleasure. A massive wave of pleasure shakes Maria's torso and Donna quickly let go of the jiggling flesh.

"Grab it, grab it!" begs her mother. Frida moves her head in an 'Again!' gesture.

Donna looks at her lover 'You cannot seriously expect me to do this' she thinks with defiance in her eyes. 

"DONNA! I WANT that boob in my mouth!" This time Freda's command burns into Donna's mind. Awkward feelings make her stomach squirm, but she obeys her lover. Donna wraps her palm around her mother's breast and squeezes it. Another wave of pain and pleasure hits her Mom and her daughter has to hold it fast to prevent it from slipping from her palm. She pushes her mother's breast towards Frida's face, but now, the cheeky redhead won't lean closer or open her mouth for several long, teasing, heartbeats. Donna flexes her fingers as she feels the jiggling, bouncing boob spreading warmth to her palm. By impulse she rubs her thumb against hard nipple in her palm.

Her mother screams with head tilted backwards and chest high above the bed. Frida sees her lover is about to let go of the boob and wraps her mouth around it, lifting it up by the nipple she has in her mouth.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Maria screams bouncing and shaking wild, and pressing her burning skin against the young women's boobs and bellies.

Frida's fingers rub with maddening intensity against her swollen aching clit and Maria feels a burning wave exploding from her crotch in violent shakes and loud screams that melt her mind.

"About time" whispers Donna. 'Before Frida has me do something even more awkward. Like lick Mom's juice' she thinks to herself. She has to push from her horny mind, the sudden image of her mother's panties being pulled down her thighs.

Both young women make eye contact above the still shaking and moaning body. Holding up her glistening fingers Frida says "You've been a disobedient and bad, bad girl, my love." She then slowly and playfully slips her palm under Maria's panties and dips her fingers into Maria's pussy. "You need to obey me without hesitation," and began licking her finger clean. "Or no desert."

She then reaches down for an encore.

Donna feels no desire to lick her mother's juices but the rebuke still stings and suddenly she doesn't know what to do with her hands. She tries to show no fear and gently rubs her palm over her mother's belly, just above hem of panties. Frida's face brightens with peace offering smile and Donna sighs in relief, still holding onto her mother heaving body for few moments more.

"Oh fuck," exhales Maria in a last wave of orgasm. With giggles, both girls are quick to lock her legs and pin her arms but this time with more space to breathe. Maria doesn't protest, just sighs as she feels now familiar bodies pressing gently onto her.

"Did you like it?" Frida says in a semi whisper meant for everyone to hear.

"Yeah, how did we do?" asks her daughter in same manner.

"Oh fuck!" Maria giggles and moves her hand to grab her boobs but Frida is blocking her movement. Frida lends a helping hand and lovingly gropes the large milky flesh.

"Frida," Maria exclaims, she wants to go on but needs time to catch breath. "You deserve gold star," she exhales.

"That trick with pinching my tit like that, that really, really got me going" she continues and sighs at the memory.

Frida quietly looks at her young lover's face flush with mixed emotions.

To hide her turmoil, Donna sits up, bends over edge of the bed, then reaches under the sofa with her arms flailing to find what is she looking for. Maria and Frida just watch her ass sticking in the air with a 'What is she doing now' look.

"There you are!" she proclaims in triumph and holds above her head a quarter full bottle of wine.

"Ah, I remember now!" exclaims Frida. She looks at Maria and continues, "We had to hide that wine from you when you almost caught us, uhm, experimenting," and sighs theatrically, "good times."

"I bet," says Maria with a mocking seriousness and everyone giggles.

Donna pulls the cork with her teeth and takes swig. Frida rises up to kneel over Maria and takes a sip from the offered bottle. She suddenly giggles and despite her efforts to keep wine in her mouth, a few drops flow down her chin onto the older woman. Maria wipes the drops from her skin and offers her wine stained fingers to Frida.

Donna feels slight pinch of jealousy in her stomach and takes bottle from redhead, turning towards Maria. Before her mother can move into a sitting position, Frida pushes her gently down to the mattress. Maria doesn't protest.

Donna inches herself closer to her mother until she feels her kneeling legs pressing into her ribs. Maria has to put her arm over her daughter's knees and thighs as she moves closer. Then Donna leans above her mother still lying on the bed, gently grabs her by the chin and carefully pours a slow stream of wine into her mouth. Maria closes her eyes and gulps hungrily.

Donna feels her mother's hot arm resting on her kneeling legs, and her breasts touching her forearm as she tries to keep the bottle steady. Maria also feels the connection they both share and looks into her daughter eyes. Donna's hand trembles a bit and has to stop pouring, but few drops of the wine fell on her mother's lips and chin. Without breaking eye contact, her daughter traces Maria's lips with her fingers to wipe up the liquid in slow fascination.

Kneeling next to them, Frida rubs her clit with a slow, maddening tempo, sticking fingers in her pussy from time to time.

"Give her some MORE." Frida's whisper is a command. Maria is no longer thirsty but her daughter is still holding her by the chin. She is about to shake her head in protest, when Maria feels gentle pressure as Donna's thumb parts her lips and pours more wine down her throat. Still keeping eye contact, Maria feels her daughter's thumb gently rub her lower lip with the thumb almost inside of her mouth for few moments before they realize bottle is empty.

"Thank you sweetie," whispers her mother and Donna quickly removes her hand from mother's lips.

After a few moments Maria moves to sit up, but Frida is quick to push her gently back down. Maria looks at her with a question in her eyes, but Frida just smiles. Maria falls back in surrender, and feels Frida's hand touching her belly, then going up toward her large boobs that are laying flat on her chest; both her nipples being twisted at the same time. A sigh escapes Maria's throat as she feels her fire awakening.

"I really like your boobs," whispers Frida lovingly, and tries to put the entire large milky flesh into her mouth. "They're just like your daughter's." Maria closes her eyes and her breath stops for a moment.

"Frida," protests Donna with some edge in her voice, but Frida shushes her with one look and suddenly straddles her mother's stomach, pinning her arms with her thighs. Frida leans backwards and with her entire palm, cups Maria's pussy and then squeezes.

"Frid-" gasps older woman as her pussy flares up with the not so gentle grasp. Frida moves her pelvis forward and pushes the large milky tits upwards with her mound. Maria feels the hot burning crotch pushing on her boobs and despite herself, smiles at little minx.

"I thought you may like it," exhales Frida grinding her pussy on the older woman's skin, breathing harder. Then she slips her hand under the panties and fingers Maria until she's gasping and moaning.

Donna feels sting of jealousy and contemplates whether she should break these two apart, or just leave; or maybe join in with the fun.

Frida pulls her palm out from her mother's panties, leans close to the woman moaning below her and sucks the juices off her fingers, very close to Maria's face. Maria is mesmerized, only her shaky breath and the slow pussy grinding against her chest move her body.

Frida again bends backwards and dips finger into the dripping pussy, and on impulse smears the musky wetness over Maria's tits jiggling between her thighs. Enjoying the soft warmth of milky flesh under her fingers, and leaving shiny spots on the burning skin, she suddenly looks over her shoulder at her girlfriend. Donna is looking lost, kneeling close to them with her hand between her thighs, almost, but not yet touching herself.

"My love, come, join the fun, sit behind me," she says huskily and smiles at her girlfriend. Donna's hand shoots from her crotch but then stops as she realizes what it means.

"Frida-, it's my mo-, I shouldn't," she whispers with her voice trembling. Her mother's body under her lover, is heaving and shaking.

"DONNA," Frida commands. Donna looks at her mother, who is moaning loudly, and whose eyes are covered by long strands of dark hair. Frida repeats her command; her voice resonates in Donna's mind, chest and belly. It floods her body with a strong urge to please her lover, despite her strong reservations. With a deep sigh she slowly lifts one leg over the shaking body of her mother, and sits behind her girlfriend.

"Now press onto me," Frida gasps over her shoulder as she grinds her pussy against Maria's torso. "You can grab my boobs."

Donna desperately wants to escape the sensation of her mother touching her inner thighs, lifts her crotch higher and pushes her large breasts against her lover's back. She then wraps her hands around Frida and grabs her little perky tits, perhaps a bit harder than she should, but Frida doesn't complain.

"Now, isn't that nice," Frida purrs with a rewarding smile. Obeying the commands of her lover brings a glow of satisfaction to Donna's body. With eyes closed, she rests her chin on her lover's shoulder, and joins in with the slow grinding motion of Frida's pelvis. The idea of her mother's belly touching her pussy suddenly doesn't seem to be so disgustingly awkward and she lowers her body a little. A warm, pleasing feeling of 'My lover knows best' rises from her thighs to her mind.

Frida feels the large soft tits between her thighs bouncing against her mound and a heaving stomach grinding her pussy. She feels the heat of her beautiful lover pressing against her back and squeezing her tits, and she wants more. Lifting and moving her pussy forward, she makes the large boobs flow under her crotch like a milky, jiggling wave, and bounce against Donna sitting right behind her, as her girlfriend faithfully follows her lover hip movements.

The sudden lack of rubbing burns an empty void into Maria's world of touch and flesh and smell. She opens her eyes in panic. She can't get a sense of who is pressing against her, and where. A chaotic world of hot skin offers the touch of way too many limbs. Her ever present parental instinct makes her frantically look around to find her daughter, but all she can see is a red pussy just below her chin. 'Where is Don-', she wonders.

Frida cups her face in her palms and gently moves her head to look at her.

"I want to sit on your face," she says calmly but with a firm undertone and pushes her pussy closer; the fiery red pubic hair tickling Maria's chin. The musky smell she loves so much hits her senses like a hammer, and she feels the blaze burning in her pussy even stronger.

Still, Maria is about to protest when the redhead moves her pussy a tiny bit closer and she feels the tip her nose touching a clit and then her nostrils are surrounded by a pussy ripe with juices.




A Gift for Donna



"Fine, but-" she sighs with resignation in her voice and then the heat in her panties makes her embrace the musky burning wetness that envelops her.

Frida feels Maria's tongue on her pussy spreading heat up her body. She moves her crotch forward and back, and with satisfaction feels Donna's mound pressing against her and together they move their hips in the rhythm of her grinding pussy. Donna squeaks and feels real awkward as her mother's jiggly boobs slam onto her pussy, but she won't let go of her lover and together they ride the wave of Frida's pleasure.

Maria is lost again. Pinned down on the bed by the weight of her lover, the gentle touch of red pubic hair tickling her nose, and grinding hot skin smothering her face and chest. Musky juice is invading her lips, mouth, and hard breathing chest; her mind melts into bliss.

It doesn't take long and Frida comes, hard. Donna hugs her lover from behind and holds her tight until the storm fades away. Frida breaks the hug and leans over Maria. "AGAIN," she commands. Maria closes her tired eyes, presses her lips together and just nods in resignation.

"But now I'm thinking some reward is in order." Says Frida changing her mind, and commands her lover to stand up with one nod over her shoulder. Donna feels hurt but obeys and stands close to her lover.

Frida leans backwards and sticks her fingers into Maria's pussy. Maria, who is still pinned down by Frida's legs, just moans with her eyes closed. She is breathing hot air on Frida's folds just above her, and enjoys the feeling of the frantic fingers fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit senseless.

Frida looks over her shoulder and sees her lover standing nearby, lost. She leans to kiss her lover's pussy with loud sucking sound, and then she looks up into her lover's eyes, and commands her to move. Donna doesn't hesitate and sits back behind her lover.

Eyes closed, mouth gasping for air, Maria feels Frida frantically shuffling her ass, lifting and moving her young body all over, which only adds to the pleasure. She feels her climax coming but then Frida decides to abandon Maria's clit and instead plants her pussy against Maria's mouth, perhaps a bit too hard, but then suddenly quickly lifts her crotch back up.

At first, Maria doesn't react and just inhales the smell of the young body and pussy hovering above her teasingly: not quite as close as she would like. She cranes her neck towards the crotch that just won't come to her and puts a loud sucking kiss on the clit. With eyes still closed, Maria smiles to herself as the tight wet pussy jolts in the pleasure she delivers. She flickers her tongue on the pussy lips and then sticks her tongue between the folds, ripe with juices. Upon realizing one of her hands is free, she rubs her own pussy with same fervor as she is licking the pussy that finally lowered down and is now pressing against her face. Maria feels the body above her shaking and moaning and it only adds fuel to her own sex drive.

VIII.

Maria licks the juicy wet pussy with mad ferocity when cold air from outside blows over her as the front door opens.

"Keep going Mrs. Johnson, Donna my love, you're doing great. I'll just need to grab something; be back in few."

Maria hears Frida from near the front door saying a quick good bye and then slamming door shut with loud bang. Maria drives her tongue between the sticky folds of the pussy sitting on her face for several more seconds when she stops in wonder.

'Frida left? Then who's sitting on-.' With glistening fingers she quickly brushes the hair off her face and sees huge tits jiggling above a clean shaven pussy. She almost makes the connection as to whom those tits belong to when she sees her daughter's flushed gasping face appears in her view.

"Donna?!" With shame and disgust at the juices flooding from her tongue into her mouth she tries to push her daughter off her, and she feels blood rushing into her face.

"DONNA!" Maria yells and pushes, but it is near impossible with one hand still pinned down by her daughter. Donna is still immersed in her ecstasy and takes the pushing and slapping as part of the game. Her head tilted sideways and her face squeezed in tight grimace, Maria feels her daughter's pussy still grinding against her cheek for several long moments.

"Why did you stop?" cries Donna still sitting above her mother's face. Her throbbing pussy demands attention and she sticks her fingers into her pussy, gently brushing her hand against Maria's nose and mouth.

With Donna's pussy scented palm against her lips, mesmerized Maria's rage is slowly melting into a burning desire as she watches her daughter's fingers disappearing between the juicy folds just above her face.

Maria feels an oh so familiar pressure against her panties. It takes a while till she realizes it is her own hand gripping her pussy. She tries to remove her hand but her fingers just won't let go and a gentle moan escapes her mouth.

"MOOM!" Moaning and crying, Donna feels a cold, soul ripping emptiness in places where she had felt a hot tongue pressing against her just moments ago, and sits back on her mother mouth. Maria feels her daughter's hot folds on her lips, and her clit rubbing into her nose. Her senses are overwhelmed by the sensation of musky stickiness.

As if by their own will, Maria feels her own fingers move and rub around her own clit. She groans and her mouth opens to welcome the pussy lips ripe with juices. Donna feels the hot burning breath invading her crotch again and squeezes her legs around Maria's torso in a mounting wave of orgasm.

Maria's shame and rage blends with the fire burning her pussy. The sensation of wet entrapment and her own pulsing pussy under her fingers melt the last vestiges of her inhibitions.

She sticks her tongue out and licks at the sweet little clit like mad. Maria feels her daughter shaking against her mouth as she fingers her own pussy.

"MOOM!" Donna screams as spasms are raging through her body and looks down on her mother with eyes wide open in ecstasy. Maria looks up above large jiggling boobs into her daughter's eyes, and increases her attack on both pussies.

Moments later, Donna collapses next to her mother screaming and shuddering as her orgasm sets her body on fire. Maria is still rubbing her pussy and looks at her daughter who is lying where she fell next to her, gasping and moaning; her legs splayed above her mother's torso. Donna freezes for a moment and then with deep sigh relaxes and stretches her body alongside her mother.

Lying shoulder to shoulder next to each other; heads tilted together, eyes closed, giggling lips still gasping for air, holding hands, bellies shaking and just reveling in the sensual post orgasmic bliss.

IX.

"Now, isn't that a beautiful image," purrs Frida suddenly next to them. The spent women just lift their heads and see her sitting on the edge of the bed her hair and winter coat covered in snow.

"How long have you been sitting there?" Asks Maria with a tired voice, covering her eyes with forearm.

"Long enough to get goose bumps from all that screaming," she replies, and then she turns to Donna. "My love, watching your mom eating you was really something," she shudders and continues with smile as Maria stiffens. "I was pretty sure your mom is going to raise a hell, how did you make her go with it?"

Donna feels really awkward and her fading orgasm mixes with anger. In her mind she goes through scenarios that will help her to be strong when she confronts her lover for pushing her into this situation. But not too harsh, she quickly corrects herself.

"Frida, why did you make me-" she starts but is interrupted by her lover.

"DONNA, my love," Frida asks with an intensity that makes her lover look at her; her anger and all that fighting suddenly fading.

"Uhm, I think...When Mom feels trapped, tied up..." she says hesitantly. Looking at her mom, her voice breaks with the battle between obeying her lover and betraying her Mom's weakness that she had just realized. "...She obeys; I mean she does what I tell her."

"I, my love. I tell her," Frida corrects her. Watching her girlfriend making the same discovery she made this afternoon makes Frida's face glow in a wide smile. Donna looks at her lover; her naked body under her winter coat covered is in goose bumps from the melting snowflakes falling on her skin.

"Where did you go? She asks, trying to change subject. "Is that a present for me?" She asks again as she sees the box in Frida's hand.

"Yes, my love, this is for you." With a loving smile, Frida lifts the box wrapped in shiny paper. "I wanted to save it for tomorrow, when we'll be truly alone," dropping her coat next to bed and brushing off the cold drops of molten snow from her naked skin. "But I decided to give it to you tonight, as it seems we are spending the night here after all" she sighs theatrically.

"What is it?" Donna sits up and reaches for the shiny box. Frida moves package from her reach and gently slaps her on the wrist.

"Later my love, later. Right now, I want to explore this phenomenon." She winks at Maria.

"What phenome-" Donna asks with confusion in her eyes.

"Do you have those long scarves I gave you? Go and bring them all to me," Frida interrupts her. Donna just nods and goes upstairs to get the fashion accessories that Frida suddenly desires.

She returns moments later with a dozen or so long silky scarves her lover gave her, seeing Frida holding her mother gently by the chin. Maria is kneeling with her heels under her ass, back straight up, palms folded in her lap, passive face looking down.

Frida barely looks at Donna and takes one scarf.

"Seems like there maybe some truth in your little theory," she says and wraps a long scarf multiple times around Maria's torso under her heavy tits, around her elbows and ties a knot just under her chest. Maria can still move her forearms a bit, but her elbows are gently but firmly pinned to the sides of her torso. With somewhat limited mobility, her breathing becomes deeper and visibly shaky, but otherwise, she doesn't move or speak, just looks down onto her lap.

"Oh fuck me; she gets off just by being tied down like a package. This night is just getting better and better! My love, we will have so much fun!" exclaims Frida playfully squeezing a large boob few times. Then she realizes something. "I can't believe she still has her panties on," she turns her gaze from Maria's crotch to her lover. "Help me!" she commands. Donna just sighs and inches closer to her mother.

Sitting on opposite sides of her, together they gently topple a tied Maria onto her back. Frida leans and kisses Donna with a passion that surprises both of them. Donna feels her spine tingle and reaches between her thighs. Frida breaks the kiss with smile that promises more, a lot more, and reaches for Maria's panties. A gentle slap on her hip makes her lifts her ass.

Donna realizes she is holding her breath as she watches the panties being pulled down, slowly unveiling her mother's mound. Frida lovingly brushes her fingers through the strip of short dark pubic hair and pulls the underwear further down. The waistband is almost in the middle of Maria's thighs while the crotch part of the panties still sticks to her wet, wet pink folds. Donna's hand jerks as she almost reaches for the underwear to gently peel off the wet fabric but then she gets a hold of self.

Dragging the panties all the way to her ankles and off over her feet, Frida holds the underwear in her palm in triumph, then buries her face in the wet fabric and inhales loudly.

"Hmmm, Smells like heaven," she then offers a sniff to her lover. Donna freezes for a moment as brief shudders of temptation, shake her body and she hesitantly takes the crumpled fabric from her lover's hand. A strong musky aroma stops her breath for a moment as she gets her hand close to her face. Then she feels the soaking wet fabric on her fingers and quickly drops panties.

"Your loss." Frida says and picks up the panties; takes one last sniff, throws them over her shoulder and looks at Maria lying between them both. "Help me sit her up," Frida says and together they lift Maria into a sitting position, almost toppling her forward, but Frida grabs her by the boob and stops her. "Whoa, not so fast!" The young lovers giggle and kiss passionately over Maria passively sitting between them with her legs crossed. Donna feels a glow filling her chest as her lover is paying attention to her again.

Frida, with her hand still holding onto Maria's large breast, breaks the kiss and looks at her. She smears the wetness on her fingers onto Maria's lips and watches as she traces her lips with tip of her tongue. Frida dips her fingers in Maria's pussy again, but this time she rubs her wet fingers on her own nipples. Maria watches with a demure smile but doesn't move.

"This hesitation just won't do. Won't do at all," says Frida to her lover and points to the pile of remaining scarves on the bed. Donna hands a scarf to her but she shakes her head.

"You do the honor," she says to Donna and gathers and lifts the long dark strands of Maria's hair. Donna leans in and wraps scarf around Maria's neck. She calmly looks up at her daughter but doesn't say a word. Donna hesitates for a moment under her mother's gaze, but then she points her eyes to Maria's throat and gently ties a firm knot on her mother's leash and hands the other end of the scarf to Frida.

Maria feels a tugging that drags her towards Frida's lean body. Inching forward on her knees, her breathing gets heavier until she is almost between Frida's legs. Frida leans forward and fingers Maria's pussy for few moments. Then she draws a small circle on her own ankle. Maria leans in and licks it clean. Frida's finger leads from her ankle to one knee, then the other, continuing to her inner thighs, all the time dragging Maria closer by the leash and leading her to the wet pussy decorated with fiery red pubic hair.

Maria has her arms tied to her torso, bent forward and kneeling in an uncomfortable position, her head is held down on the mattress and she is loving it. Her pussy is dripping wet and her mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation of pussy aroma around her. She can't wait till she buries her tongue into the glistening wetness hovering just outside of her reach. Then the tug comes and she finally flicks her tongue on the swollen clit just under the strip of fiery red pubic hair, with a hunger fueled by the heat spreading from her crotch.

Moaning, Frida gives Donna a command to sit next to her and she does as she is told with sigh of satisfaction coming from obeying Frida's wishes. She watches her mother licking the pussy of her lover and it makes her confused but surprisingly wet and horny. Playfully she presses against Frida's body and leans for the kiss. Tongues flickering, her lover blowing gasps of hot breath into her mouth, rekindles the fire in both pussies. Both women smile with lips mashed together. In that moment, Donna forgets that her mother is eating her lover's pussy. It is just two of them.

Then Frida reaches between her own legs, pushes Maria's face away and sticks her finger between her own folds. Dragging her wet fingertip from her pubic hair upwards. Maria follows the path with her tongue to Frida's chest where a hard nipple shining with pussy juices awaits her hungry tongue. Frida gasps and points her finger to her other nipple. Maria follows and buries her face into a small perky boob. Donna grabs the other boob with one hand and reaches for Frida's pussy with the other. The young lovers' lips join in a deep, passionate kiss.

After a while, Frida starts to shake as mother and daughter surround her burning body with lips, tongues and fingers. Donna almost jumps a few times as she feels her mother's tongue on her fingers as both of them pay attention to same tit.

Frida eventually exhales a deep satisfied sigh and moment later she pulls on the silky leash to make her captive sit straight; and with burst of giggles, firmly sticks two fingers into Maria's pussy.

"I think reward is in order," Frida whispers and feeds Maria her own pussy juices. She gently moans and then licks every separate finger. Her pussy is aching but her hands are tied and she won't dare to rub her pussy on the mattress' She just kneels in front of the young lovers, waiting for next command. Frida once again uses Maria's pussy to wet her fingers.

Then she kisses Donna below her ear and smears her wet fingers on Donna's massive boob. Donna jolts and with a horrified look frantically pushes away her mother's head obediently moving to lick her wet nipples.

"My love, I'm not pleased," Frida looks at her lover with displeasure and disappointment. Donna stiffens as Frida leans closer for a kiss. She feels her tongue in her mouth melting her anger and they kiss for long time. Donna suddenly notices silky feeling flowing on her skin and open her eyes. She sees Frida wrapping a silky scarf around her neck.

"This one is for you my love," she says with a loving smile but a firm tone in her voice that won't be denied. Donna is stunned and confused; wants to fight, but as the silky fabric gently envelops her throat and neck, she feels a warm glow enveloping her mind, and a shy smile flickers on her face tormented by conflicting emotions.

"Much better," purrs Frida in her ear and leans for a kiss. She pushes her tongue in her mouth, gropes her large tit with one hand and slides the other between her folds. "Don't you think so, too?"

Donna captured between a suffocating kiss and a burning clit being rubbed by her lover, feels an orgasm coming fast and hard. She wants to break from her lover to get some much needed air but Frida won't let go. With her pussy about to explode, she feels Frida's wet fingers on her massive boobs. She weakly lifts her hand in protest, but her silky leash takes over and she just watches as her mother getting closer to her heaving chest.

Frida's fingers are fueling the desire, burning in her pussy; Donna can almost feel her mother on her skin. The sensation brings sudden images of her mother's head going down between her thighs and a sharp cut of conflicting emotions makes her body shudder. Pushing her pussy against Frida's fingers further increases the heat spreading in her body. Maria sticks her tongue through parted lips and is almost touching nipple in front of her; conflicted Donna freezes in rejection, and anticipation.

Frida's finger then gently taps on her clit, and Donna knows what to do. She sticks out her chest and cradling her boobs in her palms, she offers both of her tits to her mother. Donna exhales the breath she could not hold any longer, and Maria as if woken from a dream, bends her head down and licks the soft jiggly boob in one long, slow lick.

Donna bites her lips as her mother circles the pink areola with the tip of her tongue and then gently bites her hard nipple.

"Moom!" A gasp of pleasure and anger slips past her lips and Maria takes an entire nipple in her mouth. She somehow bends her tied up hands in elbows and manages to grope the other massive tit, milky flesh overflowing her fingers. Donna moans as Frida plants a wet kiss on the back of her neck just under her hairline, then sticks another finger in her lover's pussy and rubs her aching clit.

"Moom!" another gasp, devoid of any anger, just pleasure enveloping her mind. Donna looks down and sees her mother suck, twist and knead her tits. Forbidden pleasure makes her pussy throb as Maria looks up and makes eye contact. Her mother gently smiles at her through the nipple in her mouth and Donna smiles back, but then a feeling of unease makes her quickly look away.

Her racing heart skips a few beats as her mother rises up and licks her earlobe, then stick tongue in her ear while still squeezing her tits.