Tasha's Birthday Surprise (an 18th birthday takes an interesting turn)

Tasha looked at herself in the mirror, studying her young, flawless caramel skin, her piercing brown eyes, her dark wavy hair.

Did she feel different now that she was18?

Waiting for her on the kitchen table was a box with a bow on it. "a birthday gift for my little honey" read the tag. Tasha quickly tore it apart. A tight little black dress. Slutty. Lovely. Tasha smiled. What a great gift to start off her day. And she knew exactly who it was from.

"Do you like it?" Mom asked, walking into the room with a big grin for her little girl.

"I love it." Tasha answered, embracing Mom, and the two sunk into a long, loving kiss.

Mom was the most beautiful woman Tasha knew. She was 36, still youthful looking, with long red hair and pale skin. Tasha loved the way Mom's skin looked pressed up against hers.

"I have a surprise for you." Mom smiled.

Tasha bit her lip in anticipation.