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 The Gift that Keeps on Giving by HotJen (C) 2015

   My daughter and I are 16 years and 1 month apart on our birthdays, mine
arriving first.  This year was the 3-0 for me and my daughter gave me a
wonderful evening.  She got a group of my friends together, including my
two oldest friends.  I have known these women since before kindergarten and
am godmother to two of their daughters, who are around the same age as my
Layla.

   No, she is not named after the Eric Clapton song; she is named after a
dear friend.

   My husband is a wonderful man, but never in a million years would he
have thought of something as wonderful as a girls' night with my nearest
and dearest.  We got thoroughly drunk, acted like idiots, flirted with
younger men and even a few of our servers - not <I>all</I> - okay, not
</I>most</I> - of whom were men.  That's right, naughty Anna flirted with a
lot of pretty young girls and I admit to having a blast doing it.  It was
high time that I took a walk on the wild side.  The last time I'd been so
crazy and free-spirited was the night that I got pregnant with Layla and
that turned out well.  I even ended up marrying the doctor I met through my
OBGYN.

   Layla's birthday is only 10 days before Christmas, so she knows that
mommy will always do anything she wants for that day.  Her stepfather, who
is a good person, in most ways, always "shares" her birthday and Christmas
- 1 or 2 gifts on the 24th or 25th.  To be honest, he's always generous. 
Last year, he sent Layla to Sweden to meet some of her cousins - his family
- for the first time.  I had never seen a little girl come home so happy
and so exhausted.  I knew that this year, because of the wonderful gifts
Layla had gotten me, I had to top her and her daddy.

   Instead of trying to figure out just what I could do to make that
happen, I went to the source.  Layla's answer surprised me - at first.

   "I want a party mom," she confessed to me with a naughty twinkle in her
eye.  "But, not just <I>any</I> party!"

   "I'm afraid that you've lost me, darling," I said to her.  "What do you
mean; you want some kind of theme party?" With my income and her dad's
combined, we could have thrown virtually any kind of theme party she
wanted, hang the expense!  I was so far off base!

   "Of a sort, mom," Layla grinned as she got up from the sofa where she
had been watching TV.  She came close to me and whispered in my ear so that
her father in the next room, could not overhear us.  "I want a <I>sex</I>
party with some of my friends - and some of their moms!"

   Before I could even formulate an answer or a protest, my gorgeous
brunette teen dropped the second bombshell of the afternoon.  "But first, I
want for you and <I>I</I> to have sex - the sooner, the better!"

   I was stunned and tried to think of how I could let my daughter down
easily without making her feel rejected.  There was just a small, tiny
problem with all of that - a good-sized part of me didn't <I>want</I> to
let her down.

   Remember the party I mentioned and the fact that I had been flirting
with some of the more attractive servers?  One of those pretty little
things had slipped me her number - and I had taken it!  Oh no, I'm not done
- I had met up with the girl, an attractive young blonde named Linda.  She
was only just 18, a few years older than my daughter and about to graduate
high school.  She lived in her own apartment with a friend and she was
already sure that she was a lesbian.  I told myself I was just going to her
apartment to have a nice afternoon and some coffee, but I was lying to
myself.  I was going to her home to allow myself to be seduced by a
predatory teen lesbian.

   That petite little angel knew how to seduce me, she flattered me, told
me I was sexy, she never let up until I was naked and spread-eagled upon
her bed.  Once I got there, she used her tongue on me until I was howling
like a wolf at the moon.  She also had magical fingers and a bevy of sex
toys with which to satisfy all of my urges.  By the time I left her
apartment at 4 PM, I was already a confirmed bi-sexual.  Nor, I am willing
to admit, was that the last time I was with the nubile young Linda.  I have
been back there 3 other times and I can admit, I'm becoming quite addicted
to the taste of pussy.  Linda wants me to come back on another occasion and
meet her roommate.  "If you think I'm good, wait until Jessie works her
magic on you," Linda promised me.  "She got involved with me when I was 14
and I knew that girls were the only way to go after that!"

   So, here I am, a new lesbian, sleeping with girls almost young enough to
be my daughter.  I am loving every second of it.  My baby girl doesn't know
about her mommy's - new hobbies.  As far as she knows, I am still faithful
to her daddy.  I love my husband in many ways, but sexually, he's vanilla.
He's very white bread.  I need some variety and Linda and her strap-on and
massage oils give me that variety.  I wonder how she would treat my Layla?
The instant I think that, I realize that I can see my daughter as a sexual
being.  I'm a <I>horrible</I> mother for thinking of her in this fashion,
but I can't stop the images that begin flooding into my head.  The perverse
images were of my new, young girlfriend and my stunning daughter, all
twisted up and writhing around in Linda's queen-sized bed.  I was becoming
aroused by them and I knew that I was wet.  It wasn't just my sexy, petite
Linda that was arousing me.  The image of my slender, beautiful brunette
Layla - she was making her mommy hot!  I knew what my answer had to be.

   I decided that since my baby girl had tried to provoke me that two could
play at this game.  I neared her and whispered in her ear "Yes baby, yes!
Mommy wants to fuck her little girl and see if she's as much a <I>slut</I>
as mommy.  What's wrong with right now?"

   I saw from the stunned reaction on my daughter's face that I had gained
the upper hand.  "Oh God mommy, you're - crazy!  We - we can't right now,
Daddy is right over there!"

   I was having fun, having gained the upper hand.  "What's the matter
baby, afraid that you'll be too loud and that daddy will hear you cumming?
We'll go upstairs and use the guest bedroom at the end of the hall.  You
can be as loud and nasty a little bitch as you want, your father won't hear
a thing.  He will likely watch TV and you know how focused he can be.  Are
you willing to risk it - with mommy?"

   Layla looked at me as if I was a totally different person, which
perhaps, I was.  "Yes, of mommy, yes, I sure am!" She gasped.  "I had no
idea that you could be a slut, but I want to see that, I really, really do!
Fuck daddy, let's go upstairs and start my birthday a few days early!"

   I grabbed my not-so little girl's hand and we practically raced
upstairs. Once we got to our destination, I was determined to show my
daughter that her mommy was a hot, talented lesbian slut - or so Linda had
been telling me.  I wanted to drive my tongue deep inside my baby's horny
little cunt and drive her wild with desire.  After tonight, I would
transform her into mommy's little fuck toy, ready and willing any time to
serve her mommy's perverse sexual needs.  Oh yeah, I would take her with me
the next time I went to Linda's and watch with bliss as my daughter and
girlfriend girl-fucked each other.

   "Yeah mom, I want this so, <I>so</I> much!" Layla panted as we reached
the bedroom.  "I will do anything with you, for you!  I'll be your little
cum-dump, a cumslut, I'll devour you any time you want me to!"

   "<I>Prove it</I>, bitch!" I said, taking on an imperious tone.  While I
was overtly dressed for a hot session of sex, this version of me was always
ready in case the urge overtook me.  I was becoming aware of my burgeoning
sexuality, perhaps a crisis now that I had reached the ripe old age of 30?

   My God, I was so horny.  Cheating on my husband, having a lesbian
affair, it had all been so thrilling and so naughty!  However, cheating on
my husband and having incestuous lesbian sex with my own daughter - that
was so far beyond the pale!  Layla began removing my day-to-day attire and
she gasped when she saw the naughty, frilly surprises that lurked
underneath.

   "Oh my God, mom ...!"

   "Call me <I>mommy</I>, baby," I instructed her.  "It will make things
even hotter!"

   "Okay," she chirped brightly.  "Oh <I>mommy</I>, you really are a slut,
aren't you?" Layla said as she stroked the inside of my thigh with her
slender fingers.  "Only a slut would wear such sexy underwear.  Too bad
that is has to go - it's in the way," Layla giggled as she tugged my
French-cut panties down my legs.  I kicked them away and my sexy slut
daughter buried her face in my horny cunt.

   I knew in an instant that this was not my baby girl's first time eating
pussy.  She ate with far too much ferocity and skill.  I'd only just
embarked on to my foray into lesbianism, my daughter was a fair bit further
on the road.  She was doing me so well that my knees almost buckled and I
ambled my way over to the bed, so that I could fall upon it.  I tangled my
hands up in her long, dark hair and barked commands to the eager little
bitch who was doing such nasty things to her kinky mommy.  I should have
felt regrets, shame, guilt and yet, I felt none of those things.  I felt
alive and free for the very first time in my life.  How long had I wanted
to so such things with Layla?  In one way, it felt like forever.

   "Worship me, worship mommy, you gorgeous brunette slut," I snarled
through clenched teeth.  "Ahh fuck, you're so good at this, mommy's
precious little pussy licker," I groaned as my fists thumped against the
bed.  "I'm fucking sure that I'm not the first pussy you've ever eaten, am
I whore?"

   There was a dazed look in my daughter's dark eyes and I could see just
how turned on she was by all of the profanity her evil, perverted mommy was
spewing.  She shook her head, but kept her lips glued to my cunt.  I was
thrilled and truly enjoying having my docile, once-innocent little daughter
servicing me.  I think that part of her request towards our becoming lovers
was to shock her mommy.  I had turned the tables on her and I think she was
enjoying that.  With Linda, I had been the more servile of us, as I was new
to the lesbian fun and games.  Not so with my Layla.  While she had more
experience to be sure, mommy wasn't playing second fiddle to anyone.  I
kept her head down there until I felt my body shake and tremble!  My
wonderful little daughter-slut had made her mommy cum!  What a delicious
treat for us both!

   I allowed Layla to leave her position and come and kiss me.  One new
thing I have learned to enjoy is tasting my own juices on my lover's lips.
Layla's mouth on my own was a sweet treat and I think it surprised her that
her mommy was so adept at kissing another girl.  I snaked my tongue with
hers and took in more of the illicit, incest fun!

   I knew that my relationship with Layla had been irrevocably altered and
I was <I>thrilled</I> by that.  Remember, all of this had happened at her
request, but it was slutty Anna who was reaping the benefits.  I was seeing
my daughter through new, blue eyes that realized I now had my own personal
sex toy who I could mold and shape into whatever I so desired.

   "Wow, mommy," Layla panted, her slender chest rising and falling.  "That
was beyond anything I had ever hoped for.  Where did you ...?"

   I held up my finger and waved it at her.  "Oh no, I am going to be the
one who decides things in this relationship, understand?" I said in a firm
tone.  She nodded to indicate that she got it.  "I will tell you when I
decide to let you in on things.  Now - just where the <I>fuck</I> did you
learn about sex with other girls?"

   Layla's "daughter" look returned for an instant and I might have given
in and asked nothing further, but we were way past that.  I held my ground
and she answered.

   "Mommy, I've been bi-curious for a few years now," Layla answered. 
Remember, my daughter just turned 14.  I myself wasn't that advanced at her
age.  "Last year, when I went to Sweden, I just loved how open and free
they were.  A few of the girls I met - and some of their sexy mommies -
offered to show me how much fun sex with another girl could be.  Once I got
started, I never wanted to stop.  I didn't, either!  I spent a lot of my
holiday having sex and when I got home, I wanted to continue.  One problem
was, I didn't want to be sneaky and have you be angry.  I also found that
it was a lot easier to be free and open about my liking girls in Europe. 
That's why I thought I'd ask for the party, so I could enjoy myself with
girls in an environment where we wouldn't get caught."

   I nodded and smiled at Layla's ingenuity.  "Very good thinking, my
darling girl," I let her breathe a sigh of relief.  "Yes, very smart on
your part.  Okay, we're going to have your little party - the first of
many, I think.  Yes baby, I'm all for it and I have some little thoughts of
my own on the idea.  We're going to be much closer, you and I!  Does that
sound good to my little nymphet?"

   She flashed me a beautiful smile and stretched out, cat-like, on the
expansive bed.  "Yes mommy, anything you say," Layla answered.  "Whatever
you want from me, all you have to do is ask for it."

   "What I want most is for you and I to share lots of naughty, fun times
like this one," I smiled sweetly at her.  "If you do as I say, we can have
a new, stronger relationship and you'll be hell on wheels by the time you
get to college - okay?"

   "Okay!"

   "Your mommy recently discovered that she is a dirty slut - and that's a
good thing!" I told Layla.  "But baby - you'll notice that I keep that on
the down-low around your daddy - he wouldn't understand.  So in private, I
can be a horny lesbian whore, but that isn't the face I present to the
public - I keep that under wraps.  You need to do the same thing until you
find out who you can trust.  Be the good Layla most of the time, and let
the naughty Layla out to play when it's safe."

   "Like now?"

   "Yes, like now," I smiled as I took in the full measure of my daughter's
dark beauty.  I also enjoyed the fact that she was wearing silky black
lingerie and thought I would ask her later where she got it - I hadn't
purchased it for her.  I would now and thought of thrilling shopping trips
ahead of us, with modeling and play to follow.  I felt my own breathing
increase and I drooled about what was going to happen next.

   "Do you want it, baby?" I asked, licking my lips in a saucy manner.  "Do
you want mommy to love your horny cunt with her long, pink tongue?" I was
really playing up to my baby girl's highly emotional and aroused state.

   "God yes, mommy, please, I'll do <I>anything!</I> Layla wailed in a
pitiful tone.  To hear my normally confident baby girl speak in such a
manner was a turn-on.  I loved the new Layla almost as much as I loved the
new me.  All of my qualms against this had vanished once she had made her
mommy cum.  I slid my hands over her slender body, pinched erect nipples
and I explored her eagerly.  I was so ready to taste her pussy because I
knew it would be sweet.  The taste of a girl when aroused is indescribable,
like a sweet honey that is also tart.  I licked and played with my
daughter's pussy while I fucked her with one, then two, of my own slender
fingers.  She whimpered and writhed, her face contorted and I just went at
her harder.  I showed Layla no mercy during our incestuous love making, as
I wanted her bound to me.  I wanted Layla to crawl to me, to worship her
mommy, as evil as that might have seemed to some.  My gift to her was
making my daughter my sex slave and I accomplished that readily.  I made
her cum at least three times and she was a soaking-wet mess when I dragged
her to the guest shower.

   There, I showed her a new little toy I had bought for myself.  I was a
thick rubber dildo that could be attached to the wall.  "You can fuck
yourself with this, my little slut bitch," I told her with a satisfied
smile.  "You can take your own virginity while your perverted mommy sucks
and licks you under the warm water.  Does that make you hot?"

   "Oh God, mommy, yes, I can't believe you have such wonderful, dirty,
<I>incredible</I> ideas!" Layla panted.  We attached the toy to the wall of
the shower and my daughter impaled her pussy on the thick toy as I caressed
her again.  Her long, dark hair was matted to her slim young body as she
moved against the toy.  There was very little mess or pain, as the water
washed and soothed, just as I planned.  My baby girl was now fully indebted
to me for all of her pleasures.  I would bring her to new heights and bind
her to me for years to come.  She would serve me, love me and bring me new,
sexy girls to suck and convert to our naughty lifestyle.  All of this and
more would be accomplished by myself and the kinky little slut I called my
daughter - and my lover.

   When her birthday arrived, we would be prepared for everything.  What
was even hotter, I thought as I tongued her dildo-filled cunt, was that
Christmas and New Year's Eve lay ahead ...