Emma and her Mom - Sex Stories

Emma and her Mom

... door sedan was parked in the grass and I noticed it had the rack on the trunk where one could haul an electric scooter for handicapped people. Somewhere I had heard someone call them ‘geezer mobiles’. It wasn’t funny, but I laughed with the rest of the guys. As I got out of my truck I saw a young woman come out of the house and go over to the car. She was dressed in slacks and a t-shirt and I thought, “Well at least their daughter looks damn luscious.” When she reached into the backseat of the sedan her ass was up in the air and I stopped, hidden behind my truck, and enjoyed the view. There are some nice young hard-bodies at my gym and she would have fit right in. After I went inside, I thought, “Damn, I hope you visit often and don’t have some a-hole boyfriend.” I laughed as I opened a bottle of iced tea and visualized her next to my pool. About six o’clock in the evening the moving van was long gone and I decided to call on my new neighbors and see the geezers for myself. Secretly I was hoping the young woman had not left yet. When I rang the doorbell, she opened the door with a smile. She looks to be about thirty years old and it hit me we were of similar age. She wore a cartoon t-shirt with the character’s googly eyes right over her tits. I almost laughed but kept a straight face as I introduced myself and gave her my business card. Yes, she looked nice. A little bit shorter than me; slender body with a pixie brown haircut; and as I had seen this afternoon a nicely shaped ...

... ass. She introduced herself as Ella. Then she pointed into the living room and said, “This is my daughter, Emma”. A young girl sat in a wheelchair. It stunned me because I had never considered a handicapped kid. So I swallowed and walked over to her and introduced myself like she was not stuck in the chair. It made the girl smile. Emma seemed to be about twelve years old and was a bit pudgy. She has a cute face and the same pixie haircut as her mom. Looking at her legs, I was guessing she was already nearly as tall as her mom. I told mom Ella, “I have a garage full of tools, so don’t feel shy about calling me if there is something that needs a quick fix.” We made a little bit of more small talk and I took my leave. When I got back home, I pulled a cold beer out of the fridge and said to myself, “Damn, I guess I will be cutting the grass after all.” I did not realize how soon I would see a whole lot more of Ella and Emma. The next day was a court day and as I left in the morning I looked at the neighbor’s house. Everything appeared normal, curtains drawn shut and a light on in the living room. Her car was in the driveway. When I got home in the evening, the only difference was most of the curtains were open to let the sun in. About 9:00 p.m. someone was ringing my doorbell like crazy and I did not think about Ella. Reaching for my gun, I looked out and saw Ella on my porch. When I opened the door and saw her under the strong lights I could not help but look at her wet t-shirt ...