Not Your Typical Mother Ch 07

Emily was too high. It was borderline scary. Her head buzzed so hard that it seemed to block out sound and make thinking nigh impossible. She felt the urge to cough too, but not to clear her throat or lungs it was just so hard to catch her breath and her heart was beating so rapidly that she was concerned she was about to pass out. Well, maybe concerned wasn't the right term for it but she was certainly aware of how intense the sensation was.

This was usually what happened when she did hot rails, but this was more intense than it had ever been. She knew that her tolerance had decreased over the last week and half, as she'd only smoked meth once during that time, and doing several fat hot rails in a row was going to ring her bell. But that had hardly prepared her for this level of intensity, not that she was complaining. Part of what she liked so much about descending into drugs and partying had been the loss of control and inhibition. The original reason she went so hard was due to how controlled and protected she had felt for the first 18-years of her life.

"Your pupils are fucking insane," Darren said while staring at her wide-eyed.

"I feel fucking insane," Emily replied.

Darren laughed, knowing himself how potent hot rails could be especially after an unscheduled tolerance break.

"One more or is this one mine?" Darren asked, nodding towards the final thick line of meth.

Emily looked down at the communications textbook that was serving as their makeshift table. She didn't think she had ever even opened the obscenely overpriced piece of educational assistance. It had only ever been used to snort lines off or do hot rails like she was doing now. The final line that remained was the thickest of them all and it probably should have been broken up into two smaller lines if she were being honest. But she had been particularly excited to blast off when she had made the lines, not quite realizing how insane it would hit her.

Part of her wanted to tell Darren he could do it, but the other more dominant part of her wanted to experience just how twacked-out she could get. She was already as high as she'd ever been in her entire life, and hovered somewhere in the vicinity of passing out, getting sick, or losing her mind. What would it do to push the envelope even further?

"Fuck it, I'm living dangerously," she said grabbing the torch lighter from the comforter of the bed they were sitting on.

Darren had rented a room at a truck-stop motel about 20 minutes away from her house. Emily had been spending more time sitting around chain-smoking cigarettes and getting dicked down by Darren the last few days than she had at her real home with her parents. The incident with Gerald and her mother stealing her cigarettes and her father getting suspicious had been a little too much all at once. She hadn't been doing a ton of drugs because she knew she had to maintain a semblance of levelheadedness while she relied on her parents for the time being.

But today she'd lost the battle with her willpower and wanted to get totally fucked out of her mind on crystal. She held the thick glass straw as she used the torch lighter to heat the end to a scalding temperature. Her heart was beating rapidly, feeling like she was on the verge of passing out or exploding from her chest. She fucking loved it. After she felt satisfied that the glass was hot enough, she tossed the lighter back on the bed and positioned the large opening just inside of her right nostril.

It was a large hole so she kind of had to angle it right to get it inside, but once she did there was nowhere for the smoke to go but directly to her dome. Next, she bent down and began to vacuum up the intimidating line of white powder, which instantly transformed into a thick white vapor when it was superheated by the scorched straw. Emily did the line quickly, knowing that when it hit it was going to be hard to keep her head straight. This had a compounding effect and as she finished snorting, she struggled to keep her lungs from outright rejecting her attempt to fill them.

She was so full that it felt like part of the vapor hadn't gone past the base of her throat and she was incapable of holding it in for any amount of time. Emily opened her mouth in a large 'O' shape and exhaled an absolutely monstrous cloud of milky white vapor from her lips and nostrils. As soon as it left her lungs her ears began to ring and her heart skipped a beat, causing a tightness in her body that made her cough a few times. It was a strained cough and for a moment it felt as if her heart was beating two at a time, and she couldn't take a breath in.

Her vision briefly darkened as she struggled to stay conscious before after several more moments, she was able to actually take in some oxygen that calmed her ever so slightly.

"Holy fuck, are you okay?" Darren asked.

Emily just nodded, trying to stay upright and continue breathing.

"Your face is so red, you look like a tomato," Darren continued with an unsure smile on his face.

Emily just nodded once more, unsure of whether she was about to start coughing again or pass out. Her head was full of gauze and lightheaded at the same time, a feeling that was both confusing and wonderful. The rapid heartbeat that pounded in her chest was intense in a way that would be scary if it hadn't been something she'd been chasing for months. All of the sudden she was overcome with the desire to fuck, not an uncommon feeling for her when she was high, but the intensity of her desire was overwhelming.

Without saying anything she crawled over to Darren and began to unclasp the black belt that held up his black jean shorts. Darren immediately batted her hand away and did it himself, taking only a few seconds to get naked below the waistline. His cock was still soft, but Emily would change that quickly. She practically dove onto his cock, sucking it and working it with her hands in a feverish manner.

"Fuck, baby," Darren remarked in a pleased tone.

She didn't listen or care, she had a singular mission in that moment and as his erection began to grow, she focused entirely on the endgame. In less than a minute she was sucking and slurping her way up and down his rigid shaft, drooling and throating him like the cocksucking pro she had become. She had already been in her panties, something she loved doing when she was enjoying a 'tweak-day.' It was easy enough to straddle him now that he was hard and pull her pastel blue panties to the side of her engorged cunt. It was simple to impale herself onto his prick, and as it sank deeply inside of her, she inhaled sharply and felt her eyes flutter from the pleasure.

"Jesus," Darren moaned.

"You're so fucking wet and it feels like your pussy is on fire," Darren continued, marveling at the incredible sensation of Emily's pussy wrapped around his cock.

Emily wasn't particularly interested in talking, so she simply ignored Darren and began to move her hips. Her pussy squelched with intense moisture as she worked herself on top of him, grinding her midsection and bucking her hips with a rapid pace. She knew that Darren was not going to last very long with how hard she was riding him, which meant that she needed to work herself to climax as quickly as possible.

"Nipples," she huffed a command.

Darren broke himself willingly from his blissed-out ecstasy and leaned into her. As her nipple found itself trapped between his teeth Emily felt a shock of lightning hit her clit.

"Slap my ass," she added.

Darren continued to nibble, suck, and softly bite her hardened pencil eraser nipples as he smacked her milky white ass cheeks as they rippled in response to her gyrations. The echo of each slap cracked loudly in the dingy hotel room and each time the mixture of pain and pleasure seemed to electrify her clit and send her ever closer to the orgasm that Emily was chasing with a singular focus.

"Gonna cum soon," Darren grunted between slaps and nibbles.

Emily reached down between her thighs and began to rub her clit furiously while she picked up her pace and raced intently towards the finish line. She felt Darren's cock surge inside of her just as her own climax broke through, resulting in a mutual set of orgasms. With how hard her heart was still pounding it made her lightheaded to endure an intense release in the midst of being so insanely fucked up. She leaned into it, allowing herself to screech and make uninhibited noises of pleasure. If she was going to pass out or have a heart attack, she was going to enjoy the last moment of life before the darkness took her.

Somehow, she maintained consciousness, and the waves of pleasure that crashed through her were unlike anything that she had ever experienced. Her clit had become so sensitive that it was almost too much for her to handle. She moaned loudly, grunting, and writhing in response to a pleasure that made her want to jump out of her skin in the best possible way. When the most intense moments of her orgasm began to subside, she looked down at her pussy and noticed the thick ring of white froth that ringed the base of Darren's cock. It was a testament to the thick load Darren had just pumped into her and her own contributions as a result of her cumming.

One of the things men usually commented on about Emily during sex was how 'creamy' she would get. At first, she was self-conscious about it, but it didn't take long before she realized it was a compliment. Men always went nuts over her creamy pussy and she definitely wasn't complaining when it often resulted in more time getting eaten out. Darren slid out from underneath her and went to the bathroom as Emily rolled over onto her back and grabbed her cigarettes. She lit herself up and inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick warmth of mentholated smoke in her lungs post-coitus. As she pursed her lips and exhaled a lazy stream of smoke towards the ceiling, she wondered what her mom would think of her twacked-out daughter with a pussy full of cum from her drug dealer boyfriend. It put a smile on her face as she considered it as she took another strong pull on her cigarette.

Emily had been spending almost every hour of the day out with her boyfriend, Darren, and Danielle was getting suspicious that something had happened between them without her really knowing. Her first thought had been that she had somehow figured out that she'd witnessed her event with the neighbor and was intentionally avoiding any opportunity for it to come up in a conversation. But more and more she began to suspect that Emily had been using again. This would mark the fifth straight day that Emily had been gone before Danielle had even woken up, and she no doubt would arrive home sometime after she'd already gone to bed.

In truth, Danielle had been staying awake and waiting for Emily to come home before going to bed, but she wasn't letting her know that. She simply laid in bed and listened and waited, and when she finally heard her come up the stairs and click her bedroom door shut, she finally allowed herself to fall asleep. It had been very difficult to resist knocking on her door and checking on her a couple of times, but she knew that if she did it would just push her further into concealment. In some ways she was going to have wait for her daughter to come to her on her own, otherwise it would feel too much like she was trying to control her and that would not go well.

The good news was that Danielle had been able to reign in her strange behavior with her daughter absent most of the last week. She had thrown out the vape and every time she thought about how she had stolen her cigarette she felt utterly repulsed. It seemed she had finally gotten a hold of herself and regained her moral compass. She was very relieved to find that she hadn't fallen down the rabbit hole too far to come back, and despite missing her daughter and being very worried about her, she hadn't been feeling compelled to act out at all lately.

It was just after dinner as she was cleaning up at 7:23 P.M. that she heard a car pull into her driveway. A few moments later the car began to drive away, and the front door opened to reveal Emily, who had come home several hours earlier than she had in about a week. Danielle hadn't been expecting her daughter home so soon and she considered how interested she should act. In truth she wanted to ask a bunch of questions and talk her ear off but knew that it would more than likely make her more resistant to coming home this early again. She settled on a polite smile and a 'Welcome home, honey,' before turning back to the dishes.

Her daughter surprised her by thanking her and coming to sit at the counter of the kitchen island on one of the stools.

"I'm sorry I've been gone so much," Emily began.

Danielle continued to play it cool, saying 'no problem' with a warm smile and continuing to clean.

"It's going to be another warm night, maybe we should sit out on the patio after dad goes to sleep and catch up. You still hitting that vape we got?" Emily asked playfully.

"Nope, I did for a couple of days but felt myself getting a little too attached to it, so I nipped it in the bud and threw it out," Danielle replied casually.

Daniele couldn't ignore the disappointed look on her daughter's face but pretended not to notice and just continued focusing on washing out one of the pots she had used for dinner.

"Oh, that makes sense," Emily finally replied somberly.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes while Danielle continued to clean and put things away. After she had loaded the last dish in the dishwasher and started the machine, Danielle turned around and looked at her daughter with the warmest and most inviting smile she could muster despite her concerns about her extracurricular activities. In truth, she was doing her best to encourage Emily to confide in her about what she had been up to without directly answering her to do so. She mentally crossed her fingers in hope that it was working.

Instead of breaking into a confessional as Danielle was hoping, Emily's lips curled into a devious smile that she didn't recognize on her daughter's face. It wasn't quite playful or coy, it had an unmistakable harshness that caused a slight shiver to race through her. She knew that whatever she was about to say, wasn't going to be from the part of her daughter that she had come to know over the last 18-years. She was going to be speaking to the version of her daughter that had surfaced after she had gone off to college and was probably being concealed from her for far earlier than that.

"I know you stole one of my cigarettes last week," Emily said slyly.

To be frank, this was perhaps the last thing she expected Emily to say, and it felt like it knocked the breath right out of her lungs. She quickly tried to scan her mind for something to say but realized immediately that Emily had been sitting on this information and had her dead to rights.

"It was a new pack and I had only smoked one cigarette, so it was pretty obvious when there was two missing and I knew that there was no one in the house that would have done it," she continued, sounding more and more confident in herself.

"I was curious after doing the vape for a few days how it would compare, I should have asked, I'm sorry," Danielle responded finally.

She realized as she finally explained it that she wasn't all that embarrassed or ashamed. It was a fair answer and fairly accurate. Not only that, but Emily had been the one to encourage her to try smoking in the first place and had pressured her into buying a vape after she had pressured her into getting drunk. She had been the architect of everything, why should she be embarrassed to admit to her that the plan had worked to some extent?

The next thought was what she had seen while she was in her daughter's room, which was something that she had honestly tried blocking out of her mind. She could absolutely question her about it and turn the tables on her, but did she really want it out in the open that she had seen what she had seen and not confronted her about it earlier or approached Gerald about it? At best it appeared negligent, and at worst very suspicious. She knew the myriad reasons she didn't want it to be known, but the irking responsibility of wanting to be a good mother still nagged at her from the back of her consciousness.

"And I know that you saw what I did with Gerald," Emily said.

If the first one had felt as if it had knocked the wind out of her, this felt like she had been run over by a semi-truck. What was going on? If this was why she had been avoiding her for the entire week, why had she suddenly taken it upon herself to provoke this conversation? It didn't seem to make sense at all, and she wasn't prepared whatsoever to come up with anything reasonable to say in response.

"I didn't know how to bring it up, it was such an unexpected thing to see. I'm still processing it, or maybe I'm avoiding it altogether," was Danielle's fairly honest and unedited reply.

For the first time Emily's face seem to soften as she noticed how conflicted, and gob smacked Danielle was. She also seemed to be waiting for Danielle to ask her own questions, now that pandora's box had been opened and there was no reason to conceal her curiosity.

"Was that the first time?" Was her first question.

"Yes, he never showed any interest in me like that when I was underage," Emily replied.

"Can I ask how it happened?"

"He saw me smoking and threatened to tell dad, so I sucked him off to keep him quiet," Emily explained simply.

The vulgarity of her explanation was hard for Danielle to hear, and it made her angry that Gerald would blackmail her daughter. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do about it, but she wanted to march over there right now and tell his wife at the very least. But that would open up a can of worms and a series of events that would include everyone in the house and perhaps the neighborhood. She put her response on hold for the moment but knew that at some point, she was going to confront him about it.

"Are you okay?" Danielle asked genuinely.

Emily seemed to struggle with her question for a few moments, unsure about her answer. She couldn't tell if she was trauma, turmoil, or simply being conflicted.

"I should probably be honest with you about something," she began.

Danielle simply nodded before allowing her daughter to continue.

"I'm not the innocent little girl that everyone seems to think I am. Not anymore, anyways. Doing that with Gerald, while not my finest hour, wasn't a big deal for me. I know you probably think I'm suppressing my trauma or something, but honestly, I don't think I am. It wasn't even that bad, as far as random blowjobs go," she explained.

Based on everything she had witnessed from her daughter since she'd been back from college, her promiscuity wasn't surprising at all. The only truly surprising thing about any of what she had said, was that she had said it at all. She expected her daughter to do whatever she could to conceal this part of her life, not offer it up unprovoked on a random weekday night. If anything, she was utterly confused, and it showed with her silent response.

"Are you mad?" Emily asked after several moments of painful silence.

Danielle considered it for a moment, trying to discern how she was feeling about her daughter. Was she mad? No, she didn't think she was mad--certainly not mad at Emily. She was still pissed at Gerald, and herself for not reading him the riot act right away. But mad at Emily? No, she wasn't. She was shocked at the direction of the conversation and Emily's willingness to divulge it and confused as to how all of this was going to change their relationship.

"No. But why are you telling me all of this?"

Again, she watched as Emily seemed to be having an internal conversation with herself that lasted several seconds before she settled on a verbal response.