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Happy Birthday Sweetie

Dahaka

Would You Like Me To Sit On Your Face Daddy?
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Jun 26, 2011
Location
UK
It was Janice's daughters 18th birthday today so the single Mother had something big planned for the girls birthday. A few months ago she found her daughters porn stash and noticed it was all girl on girl between young girls and older women. This gave her an idea on what to get the girl when she turned 18, a hot mature stripper. But money was tight so Janice decided she would strip for her daughter. She was a very open minded when it came to sexual things and didn't mind doing a few extra things to make her daughters gift extra special. "Sweetie I've lit the candles on your cake. Come downstairs and blow them out."
 
Finally legal, and ready to party! Maybe all the activities on her list tonight weren't legal, but whatever. Her friend had a keg waiting for her, and she planned on getting totally messed up. Besides, 18 was still a pretty big number. She was finally considered an adult! Noelle hummed quietly as she got ready to leave, but when she heard her mother's voice from downstairs, she frowned. "Now?" she called down, yelling out from her open bedroom door. Well, it'd be rude to keep her waiting. She didn't want to be a complete brat, after all. Noelle ran her hands through her raven hair to straighten it out a little more and get the kinks out, before she threw on a pair of boxers. She wasn't even dressed yet! Just a mini t-shirt, and now her boxers. It'd have to work for now, so she could eat some of the cake and then go.

Noelle bounced down the stairs, two at a time, before entering the kitchen. "Okay, I'm here. You don't have to sing to me that birthday song. It's just us here anyway."​
 
Janice had to admit her daughter Noelle looked pretty hot in just her boxers and mini t-shirt. She was really getting excited now about stripping for her daughter. "Ok sweetie I won't sing happy birthday to you then. Now hurry up and blow the candles out so I can give you your birthday gift." As she watched her daughter blow out the candles Janice quickly sneaked out of the room and undressed till she was down to her sexy underwear. She then reentered the room and gently pushed her daughter down into the chair be hide her. "Happy Birthday sweetie." she said as she started doing a sexy stripper dance over the girls lap.
 
Noelle leaned over the counter, her hands on the edge, while blowing at the lit candles. It took her numerous times, as it seemed her mother had selected the 'trick' candles that relit once blow out. She giggled a little, amused by the prank, and continually blew at the candles until she began to feel dizzy. Finally, the candles burned out completely. She reached for the knife to cut it, but before she could, her mother had returned in the room...in a very different set of clothing.

"M-Mom?" she whispered, her voice short with surprise. She fell backwards into the chair, staring up at the full-figure of her own mother, scantily dressed in sensual lingerie. She shifted a little, uncomfortable with the sudden situation. "What are you doing? Why are you dancing like that?"​
 
"Its your birthday gift sweetie. I know how you like older mature women so I thought seeing as I'm mature you would love to get a strip dance from me." She now began to rub her ass over her daughters breasts and now lifted it up near her face so it was only a few centimeters away. "You like what you see? Don't be afraid to touch, I don't mind it." She then un-cliped her bra and looked into Noelle's eyes. "Could you help me get my bra off please?"
 
Noelle's face darkened red with embarrassment. She tried to speak but her mouth only opened, then closed. What could she say?! There was nothing to say! She'd be admitting that she did. But how did she know? Had her mother found her stash of pornography? Noelle could smell the wash her mother used, sweet, and the flowery scent of her lotion all over her body. Noelle turned her face to the side, but had to look straight again when her mother turned around, so they faced each other.

"Momma, I don't know about this," she whispered, but even as she spoke she reached up to help unclasp her mother's bra and free her breasts. "I'm sorry you found those things in my room."​
 
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