Danielle rolled over in bed and fumbled for the phone she knew was somewhere on the bedside table. It took several moments of blinking before her eyes stopped stinging enough to actually look at the bright screen for her to read the time. It was just past eleven in the morning and Danielle hadn't made it out of bed yet, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. She moaned softly as her pounding headache and topsy-turvy stomach edged into her consciousness.
Danielle had only ever been 'hung-over' one time, after a dinner date with some friends a number of years ago. They had split a couple of bottles of wine over the course of the evening without Danielle even really noticing it, and the next morning she had to contend with a mild headache and some general lethargy. This though, was on a whole different level.
Suddenly she realized that she needed to go to the bathroom and spent the next few minutes standing over the toilet bowl unsure if she was going to throw up. The worst of the nausea passed, and she was thankful that she didn't puke, which was one of her least favorite things in the world. She decided to brush her teeth anyways after sucking down some water from the tap to cool her very dry throat.
After finishing brushing her teeth, Danielle stared at herself in the mirror for a moment to see what kind of hot mess stared back. She had some darkness around her eyes that was not usually there but overall, she didn't look too bad. Wasting no time, she jumped into the shower to hopefully banish some of the headache with the relaxing warmth of the water and by the time she headed down the stairs half-an-hour later she almost felt 'right' again. She walked into an empty kitchen and went to the cupboard with the ibuprofen and popped a couple into her mouth, swallowing without a challenge.
Next, she went through the ritual of preparing her tea, and eventually found her way to the back patio to enjoy the soft sun and chirping birds while she willed her headache away with the power of positive thinking. As she sipped her tea and enjoyed the calmness of the moment, she peered over to the empty chair next to her and wondered where her daughter had gotten off to. It would make perfect sense now that she had a phone that she would be off with an old friend or Darren somewhere.
She thought back on the events of the previous day and remembered how fun it had been to cut loose with her wild child of a daughter. Danielle had never really experienced what it was like to be a rebellious teen or young adult, partying with her friends and staying out late making poor decisions and good memories. She hadn't necessarily ever regretted missing out on that stuff, as she had been dedicated to her studies and future and then caring for her daughter when she'd gotten unexpectedly pregnant--but now she considered it.
Could this be the perfect opportunity to reclaim her stolen youth while bonding uniquely with her maturing daughter? She was finding it hard to argue with herself that it wasn't. A charge of anxious excitement shot through her as she considered it more and more. Suddenly she wanted to track down her vape and taste that intense fruity flavor hit the back of her throat with a vengeance. She had to admit that it was an addicting experience on its own, without even considering the addictive characteristics of the nicotine.
But then she realized that she had left it out on the patio when she'd gone to bed, but it was not out here anymore so Emily must have hidden it somewhere. She didn't bring her phone with her downstairs, so Danielle stood up and walked up the stairs to Emily's room. She pressed her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything, but it was silent. Either her daughter was still asleep, or she was out with one of her friends.
Danielle knocked softly and waited a few moments before slowly turning the doorknob and opening the door a crack. She peered through the crack and saw an empty, still room with no Emily, before pressing the door the rest of the way open and stepping inside. She saw some clothes thrown on the floor and the evidence to support that she gotten dressed and gone out. From there Danielle began scanning the room for her vape, looking on the surfaces of the table, vanity, bathroom counter, and windowsill. When she didn't find it, she began looking in the drawers.
She knew that she could just text her daughter and ask her where it was, but secretly she was enjoying looking through her daughter's stuff. It provided the perfect cover to 'snoop' a little with an excuse if she were caught or suspected. As she rummaged through the drawers in the bathroom and vanity, she eventually made her way to the bedside table. Upon opening the drawer of the white, intricately designed bedside table that they had picked out together back when she was in middle school, her eyes lit up.
The object of her desire was grabbed and brought up to her lips straight away, filling her mouth and then lungs with the contents that she had so thoroughly missed. After expelling a large cloud of vapor into the room she paused while staring at the open drawer. She saw a sliver of something pink that had been tucked hastily towards the back of the drawer and instinctively reached for it. When she dug it out to reveal it, she almost gasped as she realized what it was.
A roughly 7" pink vibrator, long and rigid and curved like a 'J' towards the very end. The part that had been peeking out had been the top, which was a white cap with a soft rubber button. She pressed the button, and the device began vibrating strongly in her hand, accompanied by a soft buzzing sound. The nervous, excited feeling returned as she took a hard pull on her vape and exhaled a thick cloud onto the vibrator while it continued buzzing away. Suddenly Danielle noticed a warmth and growing wetness between her legs as she knew what she wanted.
A lot of women would claim it untruthfully, but she had legitimately never used a dildo or vibrator in her life. In fact, this was the first time that she had even seen one in person. An overwhelming thought entered her mind and without considering or challenging it she relented to it and brought the vibrator up to her lips. Danielle flicked her tongue out and tasted the tip, the soft rubbery material of the device feeling strangely enjoyable. She tasted the unmistakable saltiness of vaginal fluid and knew that she was tasting her daughter's nectar.
The thought sent a shockwave of pleasure to her middle section, and she moaned in delight, continuing to lick the hot pink phallus. But Danielle didn't just want a taste, she wanted to devour her daughter's flavor. She opened her mouth wide and took more than 3/4's of the vibrator into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and 'cleaning' it while relishing the flavor and thoughts that raced through her mind. She had a wicked idea and removed the phallus from her mouth, taking the strongest hit of her vape yet.
She looked at the vibrator and watched it disappear momentarily in a cloud of vapor as she expelled it from her lungs. Combining the two new experiences was too much for her, and she yanked down her shorts and underwear hastily and hopped on Emily's bed. In seconds she was sliding the head of the vibrator along the slit of her pussy while it teased her anxious clit each time it came into contact with it. Danielle felt her pussy leaking with anticipation as her body broke out in a sweat, knowing that the only thing that would satisfy her in that moment was penetration.
Danielle took a strong hit of her vape with one hand while plunging the vibrator into her canal with the other, inadvertently gasping deeply and inhaling the vapor to previously untouched regions of her fertile lungs. She fought the urge to cough at the unexpected turn of events and held the vapor inside of her while slamming the masturbatory device inside of her violently. Finally, she felt the urge to cough pass and allowed the faintest of vapor clouds to be released from her moaning lips.
"Oh, fuck yeah," she cursed aloud.
