Not Your Typical Mother Ch 09

Emily watched her mother slip through the sliding glass door hurriedly, clearly having been wrestling with the growing discomfort of having a nude man's head between her legs. Emily had wondered if Jace's relentless flirting would result in anything happening, as strange as that would be for her to imagine but surmised that it had been just too much for her reserved mother.

She wasn't even sure how she would feel about her mother entertaining or encouraging another man's advances unbeknownst to her father. She loved her father just as she loved her mother, and the idea of her mother being unfaithful to him had never even been a consideration with how devoted they both were to their family.

She knew it would be a betrayal and she knew on some level she would resent her mother for doing that to him, but at the same time her curiosity and desire to see her mother let her guard down and reveal the fallibility of her humanity tugged at her consciousness. When she watched Jace follow her into the house a few moments later she considered how persistent he would be to try to make something happen, and what outcome she would ultimately prefer.

"He's such a horn dog," Darren said from behind her.

"Why the fuck did you bring him here?" Emily spat, arms on the side of the pool, trying unsuccessfully to peer into the house through the reflections on the sliding glass door.

"I was hungry, it wasn't some sort of a plan. I thought I'd eat something, and we'd leave. You're the one who suggested we go swimming with your mom," he replied defensively.

Emily sighed, knowing this was partly her fault. She would much prefer being in Darren's hotel tweaking but was caught with a wild impulse to see this Jace weirdo flirt with her mother for some reason. She knew nothing would come of it; her mother was incapable of doing anything duplicitous.

"When Jace comes back I want to leave, I want to get high," Emily huffed.

Darren swam over to her and placed his chin on her right shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Whatever you want," he replied.

Emily felt Darren's cock brush against her lower back, and she smirked.

"My mom could come back out literally any second," she cautioned.

She felt Darren press himself against her again, this time more suggestively.

"That's what makes it fun," he replied.

Despite herself Emily felt her pussy tingle and knew that on some level she agreed with him. But the water was incredibly clear, and they were on the edge of the pool facing the sliding glass door. If she were to even glance at them her mother would easily be able to make out what they were doing. Regardless of this Darren was pulling the fabric of her bikini away from her pussy and Emily had yet to intervene.

In response to Emily not obviously objecting to his advances, he sunk into the water to position his prick to be able to enter her. With the ample moisture of being in a pool it was relatively easy to sink himself into her from behind and Emily gasped softly as she was filled.

"Hurry up," she breathed.

Darren didn't need to be told twice, as his pace immediately increased, and he began to piston himself into Emily's tight cunt rapidly. The movements of their fucking created ripples and splashes in the pool, leaving even less room for an alternative explanation of their actions for any possible onlookers. Emily was unable to retain her measure of caution as the sensation of being fucked underwater overtook her.

Her eyes fluttered and she leaned forward as Darren continued to spear her, his hands gripping her shoulders to provide leverage.

"Fuck me," Emily groaned.

It was at that moment that Jace stepped out from the behind the sliding glass door, followed closely by her mother. To her utter horror, her mother locked eyes with her almost immediately as all parties realized what was happening. Jace laughed out loud, not even bothering to conceal his amusement at the situation. Emily felt her cheeks burn as her mother bore witness to her being fucked right in front of her.

As if it weren't already horrific enough, Darren didn't swim away hastily or even remove himself from her. He simply wrapped his arms around Emily's waist and kissed her cheek, trying to play it off like a simple hug and embrace. But the ripples of the water were still dissipating in the water and there were several full thrusts that had transpired within sight of Danielle as the inertia of their lovemaking drew to a close before any damage control was even attempted.

Then the strangest thing happened--her mother broke eye contact and continued walking towards the pool with an impassive face. She laid down on the white beach recliner a few feet away from Emily and adjusted her sunglasses. She was literally pretending that she had seen nothing. Emily would have bet her life that Danielle would have been irate at her for having unprotected sex with her boyfriend in their pool, after hearing for her entire life how careful she needed to be to avoid becoming a young mother like she had.

It was one of the defining characteristics of her mother for as long as she could remember, and the one thing that she could absolutely guarantee she was worried about above all else. But here she was, lounging on the recliner with Darren's cock planted inside of her just feet away. As she settled and seemed to begin sunbathing, Darren began to resume the slightest bit of a thrust. If she could do so without making a scene, she would turn around and slap him for being such a fucking idiot. But she couldn't do that without making it even more obvious what was happening, so she did her best to remain stone-faced.

Jace was laying on a recliner himself, completely nude and unbothered as he smirked at her with a side-eye. She was unwittingly giving this creep a show, but because she didn't want to make a scene and create more awkwardness Emily was more or less trapped. Perhaps even more maddeningly was the fact that as Darren began to plunge into her again, she once again started to enjoy it. Her mother was almost close enough to touch, and she was being fucked right in front of her.

Danielle was laid out with dark sunglasses and closed eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin as if there was nothing going on--but Emily knew that she was entirely aware. Her mother was very perceptive, it was another one of her defining characteristics. Emily concluded that she was also trapped, unwilling to acknowledge what was right in front of her because of the ensuing awkwardness. So, the two Taylor women remained locked in a charade--both pretending not to notice the other noticing exactly what was happening.

Emily let out the ghost of a moan, unable to remain entirely composed as Darren's cock continued sliding inside of her with an ever-increasing amount of force. The water was now sloshing audibly with the occasional light splash that was hard to ignore. Through lidded eyes Emily glanced from her mother to Jace, who was slowly stroking himself as if he had no fucks to give. The obscene display of brazen masturbation almost didn't register in Emily's brain. What the fuck was going on?

She glanced from Jace, who's cock was hardening in his hand, back to her mother who continued sunbathing seemingly oblivious. She could see from her low point of view that her mother's eyes remained closed, but that barely made up for how utterly insane it was for this freak to be beating off from a recliner right next to her. Not to mention how strange it was to be 'performing' for him as some sort of live action porno scene. Emily was no prude, but the entire situation was so batshit insane that she couldn't make sense of it.

For some reason this translated into Darren casting aside all attempts at discretion as he replaced his hands on her shoulders and began to fuck her for all he was worth. His violent thrusts were accompanied by the rhythmic sloshing of the water and grunts of exertion that he had stopped trying to subdue. As his manhood violated her powerfully Emily no longer had the composure to restrain herself, as if it would have done anything at this point. She moaned uninhibitedly as her back arched toward Darren's pull on her shoulders as she continued taking his dick.

Jace was now full-on jacking himself off, his rigid spear fully erect as he pumped his hand along the length of his impressive size. The scene was utter debauchery but had crested over the hill of decency so completely that any attempts at restraint were now entirely pointless. There was something freeing about careening so far off the rails that any attempts to regain control were rendered futile, and it imbued the three of them with something akin to a high.

Danielle finally stirred, amidst the calamity of the events before her she had no choice but to relent to her own raging desires. Despite so recently being filled by Jace's cock and receiving his bountiful load, the strange arousal of her daughter being fucked in front of her and the proud erection of the young stud just feet away unlocked within her the ability to overcome the last vestiges of her restraint and give in.

Emily watched in horror and amazement as her mother stood up and removed her white shorts while locking eyes with Jace, cock still in hand.

"Ready for round two?" He asked her, a question that hit Emily like a freight train.

Before she even had the time to consider the implications of that question her mother was stepping her leg over the recliner to straddle Jace. Emily watched as Danielle squatted over top of him as he positioned himself to enter her. Danielle pulled the fabric of her bathing suit away from the lips of her pussy and the surreal sight of Jace's massive cockhead disappearing into her mother's pussy right in front of her bore itself into Emily's eyeballs.

"What the fuck?" She said to herself out loud.

Darren seemed incapable of enduring the sights and sensations of the moment and began to grunt, groan, and unload himself into Emily's pussy as her mother slid herself down the length of Jace's cock with an uninhibited moan. The strangest concoction of emotions raced through Emily at that moment as she realized she was in the middle of a scene that she couldn't have written in her wildest dreams. Fear, sadness, confusion, arousal, and awestruck amazement overwhelmed her as her own orgasm seemed to build of its own accord.

Whatever she was feeling, her climax was an indication that it was insufficiently uncomfortable to prevent her from enjoying Darren cumming inside of her--if not an outright enhancement. She lost herself to an explosion of sensations as her clit served as the beacon from which pleasure radiated out from and through her entire body. Her mother looked like she was a woman possessed as she rode Jace's cock, rocking and bouncing amidst intermittent slaps of his hand cracking against her ass. Each time she was struck her moans interspersed with a whine and seemed to infuse the next few gyrations with additional vigor.

"Fuck you feel so good," Danielle moaned loudly.

As Emily's orgasm crested her mind cleared enough for her to begin to once again orient herself to the events unfolding in front of her. How was this happening? She was genuinely concerned that maybe Jace had drugged her or blackmailed her. Nothing she could grasp onto made sense to explain the alien inhabiting her previously repressed mother in that moment. The feeling of emptiness resulting from Darren's shriveling cock slipping out of her leaking cunt brought her even more in contact with reality and the unavoidable confrontation with endless unanswerable questions.

Her mother was utterly oblivious to her plight as her moans had escalated to whines and shrieks of delight in tandem with Jace gripping her ass and slamming it down onto his prick.

"I'm gonna cum inside you again," he gritted through clenched teeth.

His words were once more a reminder that there were way too many things about her mother's behavior that Emily didn't understand. She remained slack jawed and wide-eyed as she watched Jace's massive shaft pulse, and his balls tighten in response to a powerful series of ejaculations that were being pumped inside of her mother. She was lost in her own orgasm, biting his shoulder and having trouble breathing as the waves of pleasure crashed against her amidst the storm of semen that pelted her cervix.

It wasn't until both of them were panting and twitching, utterly spent from their second round of two ferocious lovemaking sessions in the last half hour that time slowed down. Emily had questions. She had concerns. She had rage and confusion. She was more than a little bit scared and excited for some reason. So many things but at that moment it resulted in wordless exasperation that left her completely silent.

Shaky legs made it hard for Danielle to stand up, and Jace stabilized her, so she was able to get back to her recliner and plop down. She took a deep breath and a ragged sigh, squinting in the sunlight to look at Emily in preparation for an onslaught of questions that weren't quite ready yet.

"I need a cigarette, where's your bag?" Danielle asked impatiently.

Emily was almost happy to have the pressure to come up with something to say momentarily alleviated as she pointed her finger towards the far recliner to her bag which lay on the ground. Emily watched in a daze as her mother retrieved her black leather purse and dug out her box of Marlboro Red 100's. Danielle flipped up the top and shook out two cigarettes, placing one between her lips before handing one to Emily. At any other time in her life, it would be utterly incomprehensible to see her mother dangling a cigarette while handing her a cigarette of her own but given the recent events it barely registered as noteworthy.

"I can't find your lighter," Danielle said as she continued digging around.

Perhaps if she weren't so dumbfounded she would've remembered why having her mother root around in her purse was a potentially dangerous thing, but her present state of mind prevented her from having the presence of mind to come to that conclusion. It wasn't until Danielle found a small glass piece and pulled it out to reveal it that Emily began to remember.

"What's this?" Danielle asked, holding the little pipe up to the sun curiously.

Jace covered his mouth with bulging eyes and an incredulous look on his face, realizing that Danielle had just found Emily's pookie. For some reason this discovery finally broke Emily out of her daze and gave rise to an intense anger. How dare her mother question her about anything after what she had just seen. The rage welled up so fast that before she even realized what she was doing she was yelling.

"That's my meth pipe, and Darren is my fucking drug dealer. What the fuck are you going to do about it bitch?!"

Danielle's mouth hung agape and the cigarette that she had been dangling clung to her bottom lip in sheer defiance of gravity. Danielle had been riding a high of hedonism and recklessness that had momentarily rendered her impervious to feelings of guilt, shame, or worry. But a few bricks of that wall shattered the moment she had heard her daughter's reply.

A part of her already knew that Emily had been experimenting with drugs, and she wasn't so naïve to believe that something as serious as meth wasn't a likely culprit for her having shown up on her doorstep a month ago. But having it confirmed with absolute certainty out of the blue was more than a little jarring. A pit began to form in her stomach at this revelation and swirled together with the adrenalized high of her recent sexual escapade to create a mixture of nervous excitement.

She wasn't sure why, but she wasn't mad or on the verge of screaming at her daughter, she was oddly curious. Maybe it was getting wasted with her daughter, smoking her first cigarette, buying her first vape, cheating on her husband or getting off to her daughter's reckless sexual behavior but something seemed to break within Danielle. There was so much about the past month and her response to it that she had been refusing to admit to herself.

Starting with her touching herself while listening to her Emily getting fucked or watching her suck off the neighbor, to using her vibrator, concealing her smoking, fantasizing about other men while with her husband. These were things that existed within the moment they happened and vanished from her mind the moment after, too terrifying and confusing to admit ever again. But today had been thrust onto her, the events seemed to have a momentum of their own and Danielle had been swept up in them unwittingly.

Somewhere along the way she had lost the key to the lock keeping the door to these transgressions shut away, and they were open and undeniable now. Her daughter was living a life that was completely foreign to her. The entire plan of 18 years of parenting was entirely off the rails. Everything she had expected to happen, that she tried to force to happen was being flushed away. The liberation was intoxicating, the need to be a responsible, doting, dutiful mother and wife was absolutely gone. It was all for naught. There was nothing left to force.

All at once Danielle let it go. The perception of herself as ferrying an unrealized ideal of her past self into a future that she never got to experience shattered. She was not Emily. Emily would never be her. She would never be what she missed out on. Never.

There was something else twirling and twisting with the liberation, wresting away her desire to get angry, to fight back against this version of herself, her daughter, her life. Hopelessness. Complete and utter hopelessness. Nearly two decades of everything she had poured into creating nothing more than everything she had feared most. She was finally free. Of the responsibility, the concern, the worry, and hope that it would ever be enough. It wasn't. It hadn't been. It would never be.

The freedom and the hopeless seemed to sweep away the final remnants of the identity Danielle had constructed for herself. An identity constructed almost entirely of a projection onto her daughter as a life through which she could live vicariously. Without that lie to provide an outline, the ravenous void of her unformed self devoured the potentially terrifying information about her daughter like fuel. Fuel that felt much easier to accept as a new construct than continued proof of her failure.

Fuck it.

"Nothing," she replied finally with a shrug.

Danielle tossed the pipe back into her daughter's purse and continued digging for a lighter.

Emily continued staring, panting ever so slightly after her outburst, waiting for a more substantive response from her mother that never came.

"Finally," Danielle sighed as she pulled a small blue Bic from the purse and flicked it to life.

With intense concentration she brought the flame up to the tip of her cigarette and awkwardly tried to guide the cigarette into the dancing flame as it moved with the soft breeze. It took nearly ten seconds but eventually puffing and sucking got it going and Danielle moved to her daughter. She flicked the lighter to life again and knelt down, waiting for Emily to put the cigarette from her hand between her lips.

Emily finally broke free from her trance and with shaky hands placed the orange filter of her cigarette between her lips and cupped the flame being offered by her mother. With her mother providing the flame, Emily puffed her cigarette to life and inhaled a much-needed lungful of smoke. As she exhaled and watched her mother do the same, she continued waiting for the other shoe to drop, but Danielle was too wrapped up in the pleasure of smoking her cigarette to even glance over at her.

Emily was still unable to shake the rage she had felt, a mixture of fear, confusion, and disappointment. She wasn't really ready to unpack and untether that mix of emotions to truly understand where they were coming from, but they held onto her like a residue as she got out of the pool and laid down on the last of the three recliners.