The jingle of keys outside the front door sends a wave of relief through me. I've been trapped in Emily's bedroom for the last three hours, afraid to venture out and risk another encounter with Holly. My savior has finally arrived.
I dart into the hallway just as Emily pushes through the door, her arms laden with grocery bags. Her face brightens when she sees me, that genuine smile that still makes my stomach flip.
"Perfect timing," she says, nodding toward the additional bags at her feet. "There's more in the car."
I grab the remaining bags from the trunk and close it up. I head into the kitchen, where Holly is nowhere to be seen. Thank god for small mercies.
"How was breakfast?" Emily asks, setting her bags on the counter and beginning to unpack them. "Did you eat the avocado toast I left you?"
I focus on arranging cans of soup in the pantry, buying time to decide how much to tell her. "It was delicious," I say, which isn't a lie. "Thanks for making it."
Emily pauses, a carton of eggs hovering above the refrigerator shelf. "And Holly? Did you two talk at all?"
I swallow hard, my eyes darting toward the hallway. The words feel stuck in my throat, but I know I can't keep this from her.
"We did talk," I admit, setting down a box of pasta with more care than necessary. "It was... uncomfortable."
Emily's hand stills on a bunch of bananas. "Uncomfortable how?"
I rub the back of my neck, feeling heat crawl up my face. "She asked how we met. And then she started asking about what we... do together."
Emily's eyes widen slightly, her lips parting in surprise. "What did you tell her?"
"Nothing specific," I say quickly. "I told her it was private, but then she..." I trail off, unsure how to phrase what happened next.
"She what?" Emily presses, abandoning the groceries completely now, her full attention on me.
"She sort of... propositioned me?" My voice rises at the end, making it sound like a question. "She pulled down her shirt a little and asked if I'd give her a chance to see what has you so interested."
Emily's face drains of color, then flushes with anger. She sets the carton of eggs down with deliberate control, like she's afraid she might crush them in her grip.
"That little…" She cuts herself off, taking a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Dan. Holly can be a jerk sometimes, but this is beyond unacceptable."
"I think she was just trying to get under my skin," I offer, not wanting to make things worse between them. "Testing me, you know?"
Emily shakes her head, her white braid swinging with the motion. "That doesn't make it okay." She steps closer, placing her hand on my arm. "Are you alright? That must have been incredibly awkward for you."
The genuine concern in her voice makes something in my chest loosen. "I'm fine. I just hid in your room until you got back."
A small, sad smile crosses Emily's face. "My poor Danny, trapped in the bedroom like a prisoner." She squeezes my arm gently.
"I just didn't know what to do," I confess, running a hand through my hair. "I mean, it's your daughter. I didn't want to make things worse between you two."
Emily's eyes soften as she steps closer, her hands finding my shoulders. "You didn't do anything wrong. This is on Holly, not you."
I nod, but the tension still sits heavy in my chest. The morning's encounter replays in my mind, making my stomach knot uncomfortably. Emily must notice something in my expression because her fingers slide up to cup my face, tilting it toward hers.
"You look so troubled," she murmurs, studying my eyes. "Come with me. I know exactly what you need right now."
She takes my hand and leads me down the hallway, her fingers intertwined with mine. When we reach her bedroom, she pulls me inside and closes the door with a soft click, turning the lock.
I watch, transfixed, as Emily reaches for the thin straps of her sundress, sliding them off her shoulders with deliberate slowness. The fabric cascades down her body, pooling at her feet in a puddle of floral cotton. She stands before me in just her bra and panties, her curves illuminated by the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains.
Without breaking eye contact, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts spill free.
"Come here," she says softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She pats her lap invitingly, her eyes warm with understanding and something deeper. "Let Mommy make it all better."
Heat floods my face as I realize what she's offering
"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "Right now?"
Emily's smile widens, maternal and sensual all at once. "Of course, baby. I love having you across my lap."
I hesitate only for a moment before peeling off my shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as they work at the button of my jeans. Emily watches me with that patient, knowing smile that makes me feel both vulnerable and safe. Within moments, I'm completely naked, exposed in the soft afternoon light filtering through her curtains.
Emily pats her lap again.
I move to her, lying across her thighs with my head resting on her soft lap. The position feels intensely intimate, a surrender that floods my body with relief. Emily strokes my hair, her fingers gentle against my scalp.
"Look up at me, baby," she whispers, and when I do, she cups one full breast in her hand. "Open wide for Mommy."
I part my lips obediently, and she guides her nipple into my mouth. The soft flesh pebbles against my tongue as I begin to suckle, a primal comfort washing over me. Emily sighs contentedly, her free hand trailing down my back, over my hip, and finally wrapping around my hardening cock.
"Such a good boy," she breathes, leaning forward slightly. I feel a warm droplet land on my shaft, she's spit into her palm. Her hand begins to glide smoothly along my length, her grip perfect, not too tight, not too loose.
"That's it," she coos as I continue nursing at her breast. "Let me take care of you. You're safe here with me."
My eyes flutter closed as pleasure builds with each stroke of her hand. I feel utterly cared for, completely accepted.
"You're so beautiful like this," Emily whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "So trusting, so perfect for Mommy."
Her thumb swirls over the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the moisture gathered there. I moan around her nipple, my hips instinctively pushing up into her touch.
"That's right, baby," Emily murmurs, her voice honey-sweet in my ear. "Let me take care of you. Show me how much you need me."
The pleasure builds with each expert stroke of her hand. Her nipple slips from my mouth with a wet pop as I gasp for air, my head swimming with sensation.
"Emily, I…" I begin, but she presses a finger to my lips.
"No, no," she corrects gently, her hand never stopping its rhythmic strokes. "That's not my name. What are you supposed to call me when we play like this?"
I blush hard, not just from arousal but from the delicious shame of what she's asking. I'm right at the edge, her hand bringing me to the precipice of release.
"Mommy..." I whisper, my voice cracking. "I want to fuck you."
Her smile spreads across her face, triumphant and warm all at once. "Not yet," she purrs. "Not until…"
But it's too late. The pressure that's been building explodes without warning. My back arches off her lap as pleasure rips through me, my cock pulsing as streams of cum shoot into the air.
"Oh!" Emily gasps, clearly caught by surprise. But she recovers instantly, sliding off the bed and onto her knees. Before the second pulse even finishes, her warm mouth envelops me completely.
"Oh god," I whimper as she sucks and slurps, catching every remaining drop. The sensation is almost too much, her tongue swirling around my sensitive head, her lips creating the perfect suction. My thighs tremble uncontrollably as she milks me dry.
When she finally pulls back, a thin strand of saliva connects her lips to my softening cock. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking immensely pleased with herself.
"Someone was very needy," she says with a knowing smile. "I barely touched you."
I cover my face with my hands, mortified by how quickly I came. "I'm sorry," I mumble through my fingers.
Emily climbs back onto the bed, gently pulling my hands away from my face. "Don't you dare apologize," she says firmly. "That was beautiful. I always love seeing how much you need me."
Her words make my chest ache with emotion. I do need her more than I've ever needed anyone.
Emily shifts onto her back. Her white braid fans out across the pillows as she spreads herself before me, her eyes hooded with desire.
"What I was going to say, Danny," she purrs, one hand trailing down between her breasts to her stomach, "was not until you finished. But since you've already taken care of that..." Her fingers dip lower, parting her folds to reveal glistening pink flesh. "If you think you've got another round in you, why don't you come up here and give Mommy what she needs?"
My cock responds before my brain can catch up, blood rushing south with such force I feel lightheaded. I'm already half-hard again, the sight of Emily spread open and wanting me enough to override any physical limitations.
"Fuck," I whisper, crawling up her body like a man possessed.
Emily's smile turns wicked as she feels my hardness pressing against her thigh. "Such a good boy," she coos, reaching between us to guide me toward her entrance. "Always so eager to please Mommy."
I position myself over her, the head of my cock nudging against her slick heat. Her wetness coats me instantly, making me groan at how ready she is. I push forward slowly, watching her face as I sink into her tight warmth inch by inch.
"God, Emily… Mommy," I correct myself, the forbidden word sending a thrill through both of us. Her inner walls clench around me in response, drawing me deeper.
"That's it," she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me in completely. "Fill me up, baby."
I bottom out inside her with a groan that seems torn from somewhere deep within me. The sensation is overwhelming, her heat, her scent, the way her body yields to mine while somehow still maintaining complete control over me. Her hands slide up my back, fingernails lightly scratching my skin.
"Move," she commands softly, rolling her hips upward in a way that makes me see stars.
I begin thrusting slowly, savoring each drag and push. Emily's hands find my face, drawing me down for a kiss that's all tongue and desperation. I can taste myself on her lips, a reminder of how thoroughly she devoured me just moments ago.
"Harder," she whispers against my mouth.
I obey instantly, driving into her with increasing force. The headboard begins to tap against the wall, a steady rhythm that matches our accelerating breaths. Emily's eyes lock with mine, that striking blue darkened with lust and something deeper.
"How much do you love me, Danny?" Emily gasps between thrusts, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
The question catches me off guard, making my rhythm falter. Her eyes are searching mine, hungry not just for pleasure but for something deeper. My heart hammers against my ribs as I realize she needs reassurance, needs to know this isn't just about the mind-blowing sex.
"With all my heart," I breathe, the words coming easier than I expected. "Every single part of me loves you."
Her eyes brigthen in the afternoon light, her body arching up to meet mine with renewed urgency. A smile, not her professional one, but something raw and real, spreads across her flushed face.
"That's right, baby," she purrs, pulling me down until her lips brush my ear. "Let me be your everything. Your world. Your home."
Her words send electricity down my spine, making me thrust harder, deeper. Each word punctuated by the slap of skin against skin.
"I'll take care of you," she continues, her voice dropping to that maternal tone that makes me weak. "Always. In every way you need."
I'm getting close again, embarrassingly fast, but I can tell from the way her breathing hitches that she's right there with me. Her inner walls flutter around my cock, squeezing me tighter with each thrust.
"Mommy loves you," she whispers fiercely, "more than you could possibly imagine. More than anyone ever will."
Something inside me breaks open at her words. I bury my face in her neck, overwhelmed by both physical sensation and the emotional storm raging through me. No one has ever wanted me like this, needed me like this, loved me like this.
"Ahh, Danny!"
Emily's body tenses beneath me, her back arching off the mattress as she comes with a cry that she muffles against my shoulder. The pulsing of her inner walls triggers my own release, and I'm lost, emptying myself deep inside her with a guttural moan I barely recognize as my own.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breath. I feel her heart thundering against mine, our pulses gradually slowing in tandem. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as I lie atop her, still connected in the most intimate way.
Emily's fingers thread through my hair, her breath still coming in ragged pants against my ear. The sensation of being inside her, connected so intimately while her body trembles with aftershocks, is almost too much to bear.
"God," she whispers, her voice husky and raw. "You have no idea what you do to me, Danny."
I shift slightly, propping myself on my elbows to look down at her flushed face. Her white braid is coming undone, wisps of silver hair clinging to her damp forehead.
Her blue eyes lock with mine, a mischievous glint sparkling through her post-orgasmic haze. Her lips curl into that knowing smile that still makes my stomach flip.
"I bet my daughter couldn't make you feel half this good," she purrs, her inner walls clenching around my softening cock for emphasis. "Not even if she tried."
Heat floods my face, spreading down my neck and chest.
Emily's smile widens, clearly enjoying my flustered state. Her fingers trace my burning cheek, her thumb brushing across my lower lip.
"Only you, Emily," I finally manage, my voice barely above a whisper. "Only ever you."