Daughter Turns 18

*Warning - There is no incest in this story.

I’ll never forget the night of my daughter Gemma’s 18th. She looked every inch the confident young woman wearing a short, tight black dress, with a deep plunge showing off her full breasts and a deep cleavage. Her long, dark brown hair fell smoothly past her shoulders, framing a pair of large, gold-hooped earrings, her stunning, smoky blue eyes, and glossy red lips.

At 40, and very single, with the same long, dark hair, blue eyes and curvaceous figure, I decided not to hold back either. I wore an equally tight, plunging red mini dress that hugged every curve, showing off my own generous cleavage and smooth legs. It was my daughter’s night, but I wasn’t going to hide in the background

The family resemblance has always been uncanny; I had Gemma at twenty-one, so the math makes us look more like sisters than mother and daughter. She inherited my wide-set blue eyes, high cheekbones, full mouth, thick brown waves, and mischievous spark. Watching her grow into an equally fiery version of myself has been deeply satisfying.

Being a single mother, I hosted the party at the house, which turned out to be a success. Balloons in the house, fairy lights in the garden, and a big “Happy 18th Birthday” banner on the front of the house. Gemma loved it. Music pumping, knocking back vodka shots with her friends, dancing, and flirting with a lad named Josh from college. I could see the hunger in his eyes every time he looked at her tits. I just smiled and let her enjoy herself.

I spent most of the evening in the kitchen with prosecco, catching up with Mike, one of the neighbours. He was forty-five and going through a divorce. He was also a big, rough builder with strong hands and a filthy laugh. He’d always fancied me. That night his eyes kept drifting to my cleavage in the red dress. The prosecco was flowing, the flirting got heavier, and around midnight. he leaned in.

“Louise, you’re sex on legs,” he murmured, his hand brushing my waist. “And that dress is killing me.”

I felt the heat rush between my thighs. It had been far too long since a man stuck his hard cock deep inside me. I took his hand and quietly led him upstairs to my bedroom, locking the door behind us while the party carried on downstairs.

Mike pushed me against the door and pressed his lips against mine. His big hands went straight to my tits, pulling the wrap dress open so he could grab them properly. He squeezed hard, rolling his thumbs over my tight nipples, making me moan into the kiss.

“These feel better than they look,” he growled. “And they look fucking great.”

I laughed as he pulled the dress down around my waist, exposing me completely from the top. Then he dropped to his knees, yanking the dress down my legs with my thong. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door as he buried his face in my neatly trimmed mound.

“Oh yes,” I sighed, running my fingers through his wavy, black hair.

His thick tongue licked long strokes up my wet slit before sucking hard on my clit. I gripped his hair, grinding against his mouth, gasping when he pushed two long fingers inside my sopping hole and curled them, making my legs shake. I came instantly with my thighs clamped tightly around his head.

“Your turn,” he growled, dropping his pants as he stood up. I got down on my knees without hesitation, curled my fingers around his thick cock and gobbled the head. “Fuck yes, Louise.”

I looked up at him as I took more of his length. It wasn’t too big, maybe seven inches, but it was thick, stretching my mouth as I bobbed my head back and forth. Oh, how I’d missed the musky taste of a man throbbing in my mouth.

“On the bed,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust. “I want you riding me.”

I pushed him down and climbed on top, straddling him. His cock was already leaking. I took hold of it, climbed higher, lined him up perfectly, then sank down his pole in one slow, wet slide. He stretched me wide, stretched me good, filling my aching cavity. I rode him slow, my big tits bouncing gently above him as he grabbed my waist and thrust upward.

Then, through the thin wall came the unmistakable sounds from Gemma’s bedroom. The rhythmic creaking of her bed, her breathless moans getting louder, and Josh’s low grunts. My daughter was clearly getting a proper seeing-to next door on her 18th birthday. Mike and I froze for a second, then he let out a deep, dirty chuckle.

“Sounds like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree,” he smirked, still buried deep inside me. “The birthday girl is getting fucked just like her mum.”

“Cheeky bastard,” I laughed, but it secretly turned me on more. Hearing my daughter enjoying herself on her 18th, while I was getting railed in the next room, felt strangely thrilling.

Mike flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and started pounding me deep and fast. His thick cock slammed into my dripping cunt again and again, the wet slapping sounds mixing with Gemma’s moans until I came. My pussy clenched tight around him as I screamed into the pillow that I’d quickly grabbed.

“Hearing your daughter getting fucked turns you on, doesn’t it, Louise?” Mike taunted me. “Mmm, she does sound like she’s enjoying the D,” he added, before burying himself to the hilt and giving me his thick, creamy load.

We lay there afterwards, sweaty and breathing hard, listening to the faint sounds of Gemma panting and Josh grunting before he growled wildly. Mike kissed my neck and chuckled.

“Best party I’ve been to in years,” he said. “I hope they were playing safe.”

“So do I. Right, we need to get ourselves back downstairs.” I jumped off the bed and put my dress back on.

Mike dressed and told me to tidy my hair and makeup. He’d see to it that anyone left at the party would be gone before I got down there. I kissed and thanked him for a great night. He grabbed my arse and promised it wouldn’t be the last time we did it. I smiled and watched him leave my bedroom before I brushed my hair.

I went back downstairs about fifteen minutes later. Everyone was gone and the house was in a mess, but at least it was quiet. As I saw Mike out, Gemma came down the stairs in her dressing gown, lipstick smudged, hair messy, legs a bit shaky, and her cheeks flushed, looking exactly like a girl who’d just been well and truly fucked.

“I better get going,” Mike chuckled again.

I closed the front door and turned to my daughter. We both froze for a moment before we burst out laughing.

“Alright, love?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

She grinned. “Mike?”

I just shrugged and winked. “Maybe.”

“Do you have any cigarettes? I’m all out of liquid for my vape.”

“Of course, love. They’re in the kitchen. I could do with one myself.”

We sat at the kitchen table together and lit cigarettes, waiting for one us to address the white elephant sat beside us. I exhaled a thick plume up toward the ceiling and then broke first.

“Is Josh staying the night?” I wondered curiously.

“How did you know?” Gemma blushed, glancing away as she took a drag.

“I know everything. Is he staying the night?” I asked again, flicking the build-up of ash into the ashtray.

“Is he allowed?”

“As long as he’s gone before I wake up.”

“He will be. Thanks,” my daughter smiled. So… how was Mike?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied, looking guilty.

“Come on, mum, I saw you both going upstairs.”

I raised an eyebrow, praying she and and Josh hadn’t heard us as I stubbed out my cigarette. “None of your business, young lady. I’m going to bed. Play safe, and please make sure Josh is gone before I get up. Goodnight, love.”

“He will be. I promise. Goodnight, mum.”

I got into bed and closed my eyes, thinking about Mike. He was in no place to start a relationship with me, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have regular fun. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard it again. Gemma and Josh in the next room. I couldn’t help myself. I spread my legs and rubbed my clit to orgasm. Some birthdays aren’t just for the birthday girl. Sometimes the mum gets to have a bloody good time too.