Not Your Typical Mother

Danielle's heart was suddenly pounding with an urgency and anticipation that made the cigarette smoke she was trying to inhale into her lungs feel all the more relaxing. As she pursed her full lips and exhaled a thick stream into the night air, she maintained eye contact with her daughter who had left her last words hanging in the room like a proverbial carrot.

"I think that's probably a bad idea," she whispered, mostly to herself.

It wasn't that she was unsure if what she was saying was true; of course it was. Smoking meth was a bad idea. Full stop. Regardless of how recklessly she'd been trampling over the long-preserved values of her previous self, objectively, smoking meth was not the answer to any problem she had. No, it was most definitely the beginning of a lot of other problems, she was sure of that.

And yet.

She was certainly sure she believed what she was saying was true, she just didn't know if that mattered as much as she'd like to believe. Sure, a month ago she'd never smoked a cigarette or cheated on her husband, or gotten wasted at an Applebee's and drove around with her daughter in the car like she was campaigning for the world's shittiest mother award but meth? That was another rung of debasement that she couldn't possibly descend, right?

So, why was she having so much trouble just saying it? Why was the prospect of getting high with her daughter in the safety and solitude of her bedroom at 3am in the morning so enticing? It was irresponsible, reckless, short-sighted, and foolish. All the things she had never allowed herself to be for the last 18 years of her life. And now? The very reason that she had denied herself those conceits of youth was sitting next to her, lighting her cigarettes and offering her a peace pipe full of methamphetamine.

It was almost uncanny how Emily seemed to know how close Danielle was to teetering over the edge to fall through yet another floor of herself to reveal an even lower floor that she didn't even know existed. Pulling the glass pipe from her purse revealed it in more detail. One end a glass straw and the other a bubble with a small hole on top. It was this hole that Emily dropped a small shard of what looked like hazy ice, which she recognized as a slang term for the drug rather aptly. It clinked softly to rest on the floor of the 'bowl' and Danielle was entranced by her daughter as she flicked her torch lighter to life and began swirling it around the base of the bubble.

The solid shard of what she assumed was meth began to melt before her very eyes, and Emily responded to this by bringing the straw side of the pipe her lips. Danielle had anticipated her trying to inhale the vapors but was surprised to see her blow softly instead. Her efforts resulted in vapor being propelled out of the little hole in the bubble as she continued training the flame on the glass and twirling the straw between her thumb and forefinger. The entire shard had now melted into a puddle of clearish liquid that Emily twirled in the flame which seemed to indicate it was ready.

Emily removed her lips from the straw of the pipe and turned her head, emptying her lungs completely of all oxygen before replacing her lips where they were. This began the moment that Danielle had been expecting before, where the vapors of the liquid being turned to gas were devoured hungrily by her daughter's needy lungs and drawn through the straw. Her lung capacity was impressive as seconds ticked by and Emily continued her noxious ritual. It wasn't until she had arched her back to accommodate the fullness of her expanded lungs that she removed the pipe from her mouth and smiled goofily at Danielle.

She wondered what her own expression reflected back at her as she watched in awe as her straight A student daughter--the smartest, sweetest, most responsible teenager she had ever known parted her pouty lips and expelled a milky white cloud so thick and voluminous it totally obscured her from view. When the 'fog' finally did clear after several seconds it was hard not to feel more intrigued by exactly what she had just witnessed.

"My clouds are getting insane," Emily appraised with a smile.

Danielle wasn't quite sure how much time and practice it took for a person to do what she had just seen her daughter do, but the implications of that line of reasoning should have been terrifying for her to consider. Instead, she recognized the echo of her fearful self from the depths of her buried consciousness and suppressed it with another drag off her cigarette.

"I didn't realize it looked like that," she acknowledged with words punctuated by sputtering puffs of smoke.

Emily smiled, clearly pleased with herself.

"Well, for most people it doesn't. But I've been working on my clouds for a while and I'll admit that I kinda wanted to show off," she replied.

It was admittedly a very strange thing to say to your mom, but after everything that had happened that day--it didn't really seem that strange anymore.

"So? You wanna try?"

Again, the opportunity presented itself, her own daughter the unanticipated purveyor of sinful delicacies thrusted into her lap. First nicotine, alcohol, and then boys. Now meth. Danielle knew that her desire to please and connect with her daughter had been perverted and now she was accessing parts of herself that had only the faintest thread connecting itself to those original motivations. Yes, technically accepting her daughter's offer could bring them closer and make them as fatefully intertwined as Bonnie and Clyde, but she was having a very hard time forgetting how that ended up for them. Two bullet-riddled corpses in the front of a Ford instead of just one.

Was she about to jump into the passenger seat of this doomed vacation from reality with the one person she'd dedicated her life to protect?

"What do I do?" Came her meek reply.

"You don't have to do anything except inhale when I tell you to, I'll do everything else," Emily said.

Danielle took a final powerful drag on her cigarette before flicking it out the window hastily, not even bothering to angle her exhale toward the night air. The streams of thick smoke trailed from her nostrils and tickled and burned ever so slightly. She liked it. After she'd leaned enough toward her daughter to indicate her wordless acceptance of her offer, Emily lifted the pipe and began to heat up the liquid again with her lighter.

It was hard to ignore the pounding beat of her heart reverberating in her ears like her conscience was trying to beat down the door to stop her at the last minute. The momentum of the moment, however, was unabated. It seemed to have taken on a life of its own and was now a force unseen, guiding her movements just as assuredly as if she were a puppet being operated by a series of strings ascending into the stratosphere of destiny intertwined through the fingers of fate. She danced to their whims now. Heedlessly.

Already in liquid form, the toxic contents of the pipe relented to the flame readily, producing the vapor that she had seen Emily fill her lungs with only moments before. This signaled the next step, which her daughter encouraged by bringing the straw end up towards Danielle's lips. She pursed her lips ever-so-slightly to accept her daughter's offering, now only inches away from getting high for the first time in her 35 years.

"Don't suck on it like a straw, leave a little space between your lips and the pipe when you inhale," Emily instructed.

Danielle did her best to follow her daughter's tip by not sealing her lips around the end of the pipe and leaving a little space, almost as if she were kissing the pipe instead of sucking on it. This seemed to work and made the process of hitting it smooth and effortless and it took a few moments before she realized her lungs were filling with anything. There wasn't much of a taste, and as it filled her chest it only really registered as warmth and fullness and the tiniest hint of burnt metal.

Perhaps foolishly she kind of lost herself in the process and found that she was about to take a massive hit for her first time, only pulling back when her lungs felt like they were about explode. What did explode was a cloud of white that tumbled out of her mouth like a volcanic eruption. It didn't have the controlled form she'd seen from her daughter, she was only able to breathe it out in a hasty exhalation akin to letting pressure out of a balloon.

The feeling was immediate. Her heart raced, her body trembled, her ears hummed, and all throughout her limbs an electric-like energy reverberated like she was a tuning fork that just been struck.

"Breathe," Emily said.

It only now occurred to Danielle that she had been holding her breath. She sucked in a lungful of air and that seemed to calm her ever so slightly as the feelings of euphoria continued to build. It was an almost orgasmic experience and she felt her pussy respond with an unexpected warmth that made her wish she could borrow Emily's vibrator for a while. She felt her cheeks flush and the tiny hairs on her forearm raise up from her skin like a current was pulsing through her.

"Hit it again," Emily encouraged.

For a moment Danielle resisted the notion that she wanted to get any higher than she already was, but it was quickly overcome by seeing her daughter raise the pipe back up to her lips with a smile. The kind of smile that was always so effective at manipulating her into giving her anything that she wanted. Behind that need to accommodate her daughter's desires and cultivate acceptance was a rush of adrenaline and excitement that started in her belly and rose to her chest.

She found that she was enjoying her rebelliousness, if one could call it that. If she were totally honest with herself, there were moments when she was much younger where the prospect of throwing caution to the wind and indulging in the recklessness of youth appealed to her. She banished them and reasoned herself out of any real consideration of pursuing it but when she overheard the stories of drunken escapades and wild parties on Monday, she walled herself off from the belief that she could ever let herself be that free.

This was proof that she hadn't been as far off as she'd imagined, she was capable of being just as wild and free as any of her peers--then or now. As wrongheaded as it was, she felt liberated in that moment to be whoever she wanted to be; and right now, she wanted to be as high as her physiology could endure.

Wordlessly she leaned in again and pursed her lips up against the pipe, the puddle having remained ready for her. Emily twirled it between her thumb and forefinger and tilted and shifted the flame in a dance that belied long hours of perfecting her technique. She no longer worried about the implications of that anymore, however. Instead, she longed to learn how to imitate Emily with practiced skill and produce those monstrous milky white clouds herself.

For now, she was relegated to having Emily do the work for her and simply accepted her offering with lung-filling hits like the one that was fighting to escape from her at that moment. She kept it sealed within her lungs for a second or two this time before relenting and exhaling a rather sloppy cloud of vapor into the space between them. She was momentarily disappointed with herself until another wave of manic pleasure washed over her. Again, she felt her pussy heat up and her clit throb and she absentmindedly brushed her right hand against the tiny pale-yellow short shorts that she usually wore to bed.

She thought she had been inconspicuous about it, but Emily seemed to catch her immediately. A sly grin crept across her daughter's face and Danielle had a hard time reading exactly what it meant. She supposed there was a flicker of recognition there, and she figured that her arousal was not all that uncommon. Still, despite how brazen she had been about exploring the way her daughter's reckless sexuality had aroused her in the past--this almost felt too intimate.

Instead of saying anything, Emily brought the pipe up to her lips and took another hit. Producing another incomprehensibly voluminous cloud that hovered in the air stagnantly for several seconds.

"This shit makes you horny as fuck," she remarked plainly while picking another shard of meth from her small plastic baggy.

Her words seemed to hang in the air just as obstinately as her cloud, and Danielle wasn't totally sure what she was expecting from her. It was true that alongside the full-body euphoria that had totally consumed her, she was also experiencing an almost inhuman amount of arousal that threatened to overcome her defenses.

"I'm probably going to get off after this bowl, just so you know. So, if you are going to be weird about that you should probably leave," she said before flicking the lighter to life with another shard in the bowl.

Danielle was a little overwhelmed. She felt incredible. No, more than incredible, she felt indescribable. She was sure there was nothing she could conjure up to accurately describe how great she felt. She felt simultaneously hyper-alive, laser-focused, and immersed in the moment while also in a waking-dream of semi-consciousness that mirrored an out-of-body experience. It was absolutely divine. As her head buzzed, and the soft focus of her eyes watched Emily take several more hits from the pipe Danielle submitted to her primal need and began pawing at herself through the thin fabric of her shorts.

Emily didn't really react aside from a single side-eye glance that signified that she had noticed what her mother was up to, but other than that continued hitting the pipe. When the final remnants of the bowl had been sucked into her lungs, Emily stood up and walked over to her bedside table. Danielle knew what she was doing before it even happened, being completely unsurprised to see her pink vibrating dildo appear in her hand before Emily laid on her bed.

While absentmindedly rubbing her engorged clit through her shorts Danielle watched her daughter shimmy on the bed and kick off her own pair of booty shorts to expose the nakedness of her lower body. The dildo flicked to life with a click and then a soft buzzing and Emily wasted no time in bringing it to her glistening slit. She trained the tip on her clit and Danielle watched as her daughter's eyes fluttered closed and her hips thrust upward ever so slightly.

Without really considering it she slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts and finally touched the bare skin of her pussy. She used her middle and pointer fingers to firmly manipulate her clit in a circular motion while she kept her eyes trained on her daughter's ministrations. A soft moan accompanied Emily's first insertion, the soft rubberized tip of the pink vibrator slipping inside of her 18-year-old pussy with ease.

Danielle allowed herself to do the same, dipping three fingers inside of her canal and pressing deep for three thrusts before she pulled them back out and rubbed the wetness of her sex on her clit. She was unable to halt the instinctual moan that escaped her throat and Emily's eyes snapped open to look at her. For a brief moment there was a panic that steadied Danielle's hand before Emily plunged the length of her dildo deep inside of her cunt.

She remained locked in a steady gaze with her as she fucked herself, the prong of the dildo buzzing against her clit as she invaded her pussy with the full length of the pink phallus. Danielle responded by resuming her own efforts, rubbing her clit with a firm and rapid pace and moaning softly with uninhibited pleasure. She eyed the dildo longingly as it disappeared into her daughter's pussy, remembering how amazing it had felt in her own.

Her fingers were sufficient most of the time, despite masturbating having been a very rare accompaniment to a bath every once in a while, prior to the last month. But right now, she longed to feel the fullness of a phallus inside of her with a distracting need. The effectiveness of which was now on full display as Emily writhed and arched her back off the bed as she brought herself to climax only a few feet away from her.

Danielle slowed her pace and felt the awkwardness start to come back as she realized she was moments away from being the only one between them that was still touching herself. She also broke eye-contact with Emily, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the whole ordeal now despite how badly her body ached for a release. A soft tapping brought her attention back to the bed and her daughter when she realized she was patting the bed next to her.

Somewhat bewildered, she was unsure about her next move as she had settled into her high and acclimated to the height of her arousal enough to start questioning some of her moment-to-moment decisions. But Emily's smile seemed to break through whatever defenses her sense of decency was able to muster, and she slowly rose to her feet with unsteady legs.

"Take off your shorts mom," Emily instructed.

As if in a trance, Danielle complied with her demands and slid the waistband of her shorts down her smooth thighs and lean calves before stepping out of them. Next, she covered the few feet to the bed and sat down, swinging her legs up onto the bed and laying her head back onto the feather-pillow. She felt a shiver course through her as a pang of anxiety manifested itself into a physical response.

When she turned her head to look at Emily, she was shocked to see her bringing the glistening pink dildo up from her pussy and toward Danielle's face. She could see the wetness of her daughter's sex coating every inch of the dildo in a sheen of sticky dew. She didn't have a moment to consider what it would mean to accept it before the tip was being pressed softly against her lips. It was almost instinctual the way that her lips parted to allow it to enter her mouth, and her tongue began to explore it without hesitation.

She cleaned her daughter's cum off the dildo while her right hand reached for her middle, suddenly unable to deny the way it made her feel to taste the saltiness of her own offspring as it trickled down her throat. She was startled to feel a sharp slap on her hand before she made it to her pussy, and her eyes snapped open when she hadn't even realized that they had been closed. She stared into the stern expression of a disapproving Emily as the dildo teased her gag reflex, an apparent punishment for her attempt to touch herself.

The shame of the moment and the perceived power-imbalance sent shockwaves to her clit, and she let the dildo gag her as she felt tears well up in the corner of her eyes. Apparently satisfied Emily removed the dildo from her throat and allowed Danielle to breathe freely for a few moments.

"Open," she instructed.

Without understanding her motives Danielle complied, and for a moment a cold shock arrested her as it seemed as if her own daughter was going to kiss her. She didn't really understand why that seemed to be a worrying threshold considering what had already happened, but it did. Surprisingly, it wasn't a kiss that she received as Emily pursed her lips and spat into her open mouth. Without saying anything she placed her hand under her chin and closed her mouth, an assured nod being the only form of communication on offer.

Danielle didn't protest, she simply swallowed her daughter's spit without questioning it and felt another surge of blood swell in her clit. Being treated this way was doing wondrous things to her and the powerlessness she felt in that moment was intoxicating. Danielle slapped her cheek once, twice, before caressing it softly and smiling at her with approval.

"Good girl," she cooed.

Danielle couldn't keep the smile off her face as she felt a warmth well up inside of her at pleasing her beautiful master. This seemed to signify the escalation of the moment, and Emily finally brought the tip of the dildo to her pussy. She quivered in anticipation, finally on the precipice of being fucked and filled and satisfied. Her labia parted easily to accept the dildo, her arousal and previous actions priming her for penetration without issue.