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Here To Help Ch 02

Here To Help Ch 02

by dadsgonnadad
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My body decided 5 hours of sleep was enough and it snapped me awake around 7. I stretched out the soreness of sleeping on a couch. I'm a little taller than the makeshift bed and even though I stay active, I'm feeling my 46 years. I went to the bathroom and saw Lauren's clothing on the floor, reminding me of the night before and making my cock swell a little. Looking behind me I noticed Lauren's door was still closed. I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts, peed, splashed some water on my face and went back to the kitchen. I found what I needed to make some coffee and put on a pot to brew. I figured I would drink a cup and leave the rest for Lauren - she was going to need it. For how drunk she was I expected her to sleep pretty late. Their kitchen was a bit messy, so while the coffee was brewing, I washed a few dishes and wiped the counters. I was finally able to pour myself a cup just before 8 and while I was taking my first sip I heard the door open and Lauren call out in a groggy voice.

"Gemma that smells incredible. I would fuck our abnormal psych professor for a cup. Come to think of it, I would probably do that guy for free. He gives me serious daddy vibes."

I considered her comment as she rounded the corner. Lauren was stretching her arms up, which lifted the bottom of her shirt, exposing about 4 inches of cute belly over her white panties.

"Bitch, get that hot juice flowing. Shoot it right down-" she suddenly saw me and went rigid and bright red. Her mouth, however, couldn't stop and the rest came out quietly but crystal clear, "...my... throat...."

There was a long pause. Our eyes locked. I held the coffee mug in front of a slight smirk. She was frozen in place, processing the moment, and then the flood of hazy drunken memories that started with her going out last night and ended with me in her kitchen this morning. I imagined she was confused about a lot. How did he get here? How did I get here? Where are my roommates? Why am I wearing this underwear? Did I fuck Kira's dad? Her look went from perceptive to wide-eyed concern and she lowered her hands to her T-shirt, trying unsuccessfully to pull it down over her panties. Instead, she stepped to the kitchen bar which put her bottom half out of view.

I did not want Lauren to worry, so I broke the uncomfortable silence and said, "Let's get you some coffee and I'll help you piece together the night."

"Cream, please," she said sheepishly, looking directly at the floor and missing the amused look on my face.

When Lauren took her first sip of coffee, she closed her eyes and contentment finally crossed her face. Now, elbows on the counter, she looked at me on the other side of the kitchen bar, took a deep breath, and started her interrogation.

"Mr. Gold, this is weird as fuck. You're my friend's dad, you're here in my apartment, and I'm barely dressed."

"Yup. What do you want to know about it?"

"First of all, how did we even run into each other?"

"At the bar. Lacey and Gemma needed help getting rid of some goons who were going to take advantage of you while you were really drunk. I happened to be there, the girls asked, and I obliged, non-violently too. The goon squad was not very happy with me, but the girls were relieved. They really love you and care about your safety. I care about your safety too."

"So you drove me home? Where are the girls?"

"The girls left with their boyfriends once they knew you were safe and on the way home. I was worried about you puking in my car, but we made it to the bushes outside before you yakked."

"Oh, was it bad?"

"Most of it went in the bushes, on the mulch. Some sprayed your shoes and dress."

"Shit, I like those shoes. Wait, where is the dress?"

"In the bathroom with the rest of your clothes."

"You took off my clothes?"

"Not exactly. I was just going to spray off your legs with the shower head but you asked me to unzip and unhook. You were really struggling with it."

"So you got a full frontal?"

"I managed to look away while you changed your panties."

"Managed, huh?"

"Lauren, I wasn't trying to get pervy. I was trying to help out Kira's friend, who got too drunk and kept asking for my aid. Yes, I saw your naked breasts and most of your body in the course of washing off the puke. Then I helped you get to bed. For what it's worth, I was married for 14 years. I have seen lady parts before."

"Mr. Gold, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to seem ungrateful. You got me away from those guys at the bar, got me home, cleaned me up, put me to bed... and this coffee is fucking incredible. Thank you."

"You're welcome. If you are feeling better and I've answered everything you want to know I'll head out now."

"So we didn't, um,...."

"No, we didn't."

Lauren stood with a vacant look as she processed my answer and after a long silent moment a look of relief crossed her face, followed by an expression of curiosity.

"How do we compare?"

"How do who compare?"

"Me and Kira's mom. How does she look compared to me?"

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"Before or after the booze ruined her?"

"Before."

"Oh. Lauren, I don't know. That's a complicated question. For starters, I was with her for 16 years, so we got to know each other pretty well, if you catch my drift, and she changed a lot over that time. The pregnancy and regular aging didn't concern me at all. The effects of her drinking did. And besides, my view of your body was just a few minutes, in a much more clinical way."

I could see she wasn't satisfied. I would indulge her. "OK. When we met, she was around your age... You're about 3 inches taller than her, you have distinctly different body types and she used hers to cheat. Does that help paint a picture?"

"A little bit. I'm sorry for digging in about this stuff."

"Don't worry about it. I've had a lot of time to process everything. I'm kind of matter-of-fact about my ex."

"That's good to know. Mr. Gold, I can't change that you saw my tits and all my flab, but I want to try and own that embarrassment so it can't have power over me. Tell me about her tits!"

"Sure, but you should know I don't define a person's beauty by their dimensions. You get what you get, they're yours. And the tits she was given were smaller than yours. They were 34 B's when we met."

"And her ass?"

"Smaller, like two teardrops."

"Did she have a belly?"

"Not before pregnancy. It was pretty flat."

"So what you're saying is I look nothing like she did."

"Yes, and you're both beautiful."

Lauren rolled her eyes.

"Lauren, why should it matter how you look today compared to my ex-wife 25 years ago? It's apples and oranges."

"More like peaches and watermelons. I dunno, I just want to know what good guys like and if I can still find a good guy as a fat girl."

.

"At 22 when I met Kira's mom I thought I knew exactly what type of woman I wanted, and Laura was 'it.' Then over the next 16 years she had a kid, her body changed, and by the time we split, she looked very different, but I never stopped appreciating her body. Because that was the belly that protected my baby and those were the breasts that fed her, and those thighs got her around. What she would call imperfections - I worshiped the hell out of them."

"I've got the belly, thick thighs and heavy tits without the baby. Guys don't want a 20 year old with a mom bod."

"Lauren, I saw the goods up close so I'll say this: there is nothing wrong with your body. You look healthy, you're active physically, and last night, when you were drunk and forgot to be self-critical, you carried that body with supreme confidence."

"Great, I just need to be drunk all the time."

"No, you need to embrace those perceived flaws and own them so they can't have power over you."

Realizing she had lost to her own logic I saw Lauren straighten her hunched shoulders and try to put on a look of empowerment. She stood in a Supergirl pose with her hands on her waist, looking sideways. The shirt didn't quite cover her tummy and her white panties were on display just below. I made a show of admiring the look and nodded my head.

"That's more like it. Show the world what you got."

"I think I can do that. Do you... notice any of my imperfections worth worshipping?"

I laughed kindly. "Lauren, I don't see any flaws; the whole package is a temple."

"I see flaws everywhere. My belly and my thighs are thick. My ass is huge and dimply. My tits are -"

"Perfect, perfect, perfect and perfect. Never give others the tools to bring you down. Embrace your parts and that confidence will shine through. Change those negatives into positives - they're all in your mind anyway."

She turned around, admiring her body.

"I have literally never had positive things said about my body. Guys will fool around but quickly drop me for a slimmer model. And everything I see in TV, movies, social media says that this is undesirable. How do I overcome that?"

"Those are just words someone else chose to say. Self confidence is about choosing to feel good, capable, powerful, mighty. Act in charge and the world can tell. At first it will feel like you're faking it, but over time it will be natural."

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She mulled that over as she looked down at her legs, then pulled her shirt neck out to look down at her chest.

"Start in one spot, like your thighs. They're smooth, and powerful. They could suffocate a man if you needed to..." She stuck one leg out and flexed her thigh muscles. I could see the definition in her quads.

"What about my belly? And my 'love' handles?"

"Your belly is soft, like a pillow, perfect for caressing, for resting upon. Your waist has a natural curve that's a great spot for a guy to put his hands on while you're dancing. Don't hide it, when you're dancing, take control and put his hands there because you want him to feel the skin while you move." She began swaying a little, dancing in panties and a T-shirt to a song in her head. Lauren had great rhythm and a sexy sway to her hips. She was getting lost in the song and she started wagging her ass in my direction, not quite twerking, but moving enough to see some ripples in her cheeks.

Lauren straightened her back and moved her hands sensually up her middle to her breasts, which were stretching her T-shirt. When she caressed them I saw her shudder a little, then snap out of the reverie.

"Sorry, got a little carried away there."

"No need to apologize. Dance away. I could see confidence flow through your whole body."

"Would you dance with me? And pay me more compliments?"

"Sure. Can we put on actual music?"

Lauren cued up some Afrobeat and then beckoned me over. I started by putting my hands right where the shirt ended, above her hips, and we moved together slowly, rhythmically, speeding up with the beat. She put her arms on my shoulders and loosely held her hands behind my head. She leaned her head to my ear.

"You can start those compliments any time."

I responded, "You have great rhythm and your dancing is very sexy." She gave an accentuated bump to one side with her hips. Sliding my hands down and around to her ass, I gave her a little squeeze. "And you have a luscious ass." She made a circular motion with her hips to cause my hands to move all over her butt. Doing so caused her tits to rub against my chest and she seemed to like that as she let out a little moan. After a little more of me caressing her ass while she pressed her tits against me she took charge and grabbed my hands, moving them up front to the DDs. "These are spectacular," I said as I ran my thumbs over the poky nipples through her shirt.

"Well, you would know, since you got an eyeful last night." At that she separated from me, still dancing, and reached down to lift her shirt over her head. She paused when the shirt was snug against her tits and then slowly lifted up to let those large globes drop, sending ripples through her whole midsection. A soft goddess wearing only cotton panties, Lauren did a sultry dip, then held up her own boobs to make them point straight at me. She walked back to me and lifted my T-shirt off to reveal my own chest and the pooch of my dad bod belly. Lauren caressed my abdomen and I whispered in her ear, "My secret power is that I don't give a damn what people think of how I look."

She growled low and said, "I think it looks hot."

We resumed dancing together, only now it was skin to skin and the feeling was electric. I was already turned on and the feel of her tits and ass pushed my hardon to strain against my jeans. After several minutes of sultry dancing, Lauren broke away again and turned around, putting her ass on display as she backed up to my bulging crotch. A single grind against my jeans was all she needed to know that I was aroused and that I was wearing entirely too much clothing. She turned back to me and unbuckled my belt, then unfastened my jeans while I gently traced her large brown areolas. When she slid my pants down I stepped right out of them. Lauren looked down at the tent in my boxers and then slid her hand to the front of her panties, playfully rubbing her mound. With the other hand she took hold of my cock through my boxers and pulled me in close. Now it was just two thin bits of fabric between our hot sexes.

She put her arms around my neck and I slid my hands down into the back of her panties to get ahold of her bare ass when she leaned in for a kiss. We locked lips, tickled tongues, and breathed heavily through our noses as we ground ourselves together to the Afrobeat. She shifted over and started grinding her pussy against my thigh, her damp crotch wetting my boxers in the best possible way. I moved up to take a breast in hand and bring it to my mouth. I squeezed the outside and licked around her areola and then flicked against her nipple. Lauren shivered and started grinding harder, then faster and the wet spot on my boxers grew. I firmly grabbed a handful of ass cheek, pulling her into me while nibbling her nipple. The song got faster and so did we. Suddenly, Lauren bucked her hips and let out a moan, laying her head on my shoulder as the waves of pleasure radiated outward from her loins.

"Ohhh," she panted. "I need more of that, and more compliments." She turned away and started walking to her bedroom, grabbing the waistband of my boxers to pull me along.

"Your ass is divine. It sways so elegantly but it looks strong. Two little dimples give it texture." I gently ran my hand along the outer curvature of her ass. She suddenly stopped, just outside the bathroom.

"So this is where you got your first look?" I pressed up against her body, my curves melding into hers, my bulge nestling just below the underside of her ass.

"Technically, one of your boobs popped out of your bra on the drive here, but this is where I got a mostly full view." Lauren was grinding her ass against my hard cock.

"And did you like what you saw?"

"Every. Single. Inch." I punctuated each word with a slow thrust of my bulge and a squeeze of her breasts.

We moved into the bedroom and Lauren laid down on her belly, resting on her elbows, with her head near the edge of the bed. She positioned me in front of her and started pulling down my boxers. "Let's see your 'every single inch'," she said, revealing my rigid 6. It sprang up right in front of her and she held it, admiring all sides.

"That looks delightful: perfect length, thick in the middle with a larger head." Lauren reached out and took my balls in hand, petting the underside, lightly scratching it with her nails. That sent little jolts through me and I gave her a moan.

"Thank you. Guys appreciate praise too."

Lauren smiled and kissed the tip of my penis. I quivered. She dragged her tongue along the underside. I let out a big breath. She put her whole mouth around my shaft and pulled back slowly, letting just her lips touch my cock. I moaned and a drop of precum dribbled out. Lauren caught it with her tongue and said, "mmmm," licking her lips. Then she dove in and worked my cock with her mouth, bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around my head and shaft, sucking and licking sloppily as I felt jolts of pleasure radiate from my groin outward. She played with my balls too, gently kneading them. There were small moments of pain in her caress, but the balance of pleasure was just right and the variation of the two really amped up my arousal.

As I felt myself building, I said, "that feels so good, a little too good. I'd like a taste of your honeypot now."

Lauren stopped sucking and fondling, sat up and leaned back on her hands, comfortably sitting in front of me. I knelt down and took one of her breasts into my mouth while I caressed the other. With my hand, I gently circled her right nipple and made light friction over her most sensitive areas. With my mouth, I nibbled her left nipple, inflicting a slight amount of pain that induced an "ooh!"

"I could do this all day. Your breasts are perfect." Instead, I slid my hands down to her panties to remove them. Lauren arched her back and lifted her ass enough to let me slide the panties toward me. When they reached her knees, I paused and placed my face against the narrow wet fabric and drew in a long breath through my nose. "Your smell is intoxicating," I said, then took another deep sniff and pulled her panties all the way off. In front of me was a smooth vulva with a modest tuft of hair just above her glistening, parted innie. Having already enjoyed one small orgasm, she was very aroused and her pink hood was poking out of the top, the whole thing looking like a new flower with a budding clitoris, skin fold petals, and a slit for the stem. At this angle I could trace the line downward, descended to the darker nethers of her ass crack. "That is a beautiful pussy, Lauren. Thank you for sharing. It is begging to be tasted. Lay back."

She lowered herself to her back and laid her hands on the bed, then with her knees up she spread her legs apart. With my hands resting in her thigh crease, I kissed her inner thighs, which elicited a small moan. Moving in closer, I kissed her outer labia, making sure to inhale audibly. The smell was powerful, her juices fresh and leaking. Then with a wide flat tongue I licked up the length of her right lip, which brought on a louder moan. With that response I did it again, then a few times on the left side. Her arousal was obvious as she spread her legs further apart, causing her innie to fully blossom, the outer lips peeling away from each other to reveal her inner labia and small glistening hole. Now my licks hit just inside, against her smooth folds.

Lauren gasped, so I did it again, then again, still focusing the flat part of my tongue on the right side. Long and slow, then a flick up at the end. With more of her juices coming I moved up to making half-circles around her clit, not quite hitting the nub. Around one side, then the other, while I grasped handfuls of thigh. The sensation was causing Lauren to squirm and grab my hair. Steady circles, over and over and her leak turned into a gush, followed by a grunt of release. At this point, I pushed her legs back and started lapping up the juices directly from her hole, swirling my tongue and dipping it in as far as it would go.

She called out, "yes, YES! More! My gawwwwwwd," as another flood soaked my face. I switched my tongue back to her clit and then placed a middle finger into her hole, licking her sensitive button while thrusting my finger into her tight but well lubricated pussy. Several circles and finger fucks later she called out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Cummmmmmmm-" and she bucked her hips. Her vaginal walls contracted and pulsed against my finger and I saw her ass clench and release, clench - I didn't let up with my tongue - and release. Clench! This time she arched her back, pushing her wet pubic hair into my nose. Lauren bucked a couple times and I stayed with her. She finally gripped my hair to pull me off her very sensitive parts and I stared right into her perfectly pulsating pussy. The orgasmic waves slowed and she plateaued.

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