Not Your Typical Mother Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Not Your Typical Mother Ch. 05

Emily stepped into the house feeling a little melancholy despite buzzing from a much-anticipated meth binge. She was frustrated to have to play house with her parents when all she wants to do was get high, get fucked, and run drugs with Darren. Her foul mood was practically palpable as she trudged upstairs and braced herself for a cheery welcome from her annoyingly positive mother. Like clockwork she popped her head out from behind her bedroom door as Emily approached the landing of the staircase.

"Hey honey! I didn't make dinner, but I can order something if you're hungry. I figured you probably ate while you were out and didn't feel the need to make anything special if it was just going to be me and your dad," she said cheerily.

"I'm fine, I already ate," came Emily's terse reply.

In truth, she hadn't eaten at all the entire day and didn't even care. Meth was the best meal, and it took away her appetite and kept her thin while giving her energy. As long as she remembered to stay hydrated, it was the best diet in the world as far as she was concerned.

"Okay, well, I'm sure you just want to relax in your room, so I'll leave you be. Let me know if you need anything," she replied before smiling and closing her door.

Emily was a little shocked that her normally very needy mother was suddenly ready to give her space, but she wasn't going to object to a good thing. Even though she'd chain-smoked the entire drive back she was already craving another cigarette, angry ...

... that she needed to wait until her father had gone to bed so she could sneak out back. There was something about being twacked-out that kicked her already intense nicotine addiction into overdrive. When she was binging, Emily could chain-smoke continuously for hours.

"Fuck it," she cursed to herself.

Emily grabbed a towel from her bathroom and rolled it up lengthwise, stuffing it under the bottom of the door to her bedroom as best she could. When she was satisfied, she opened her bedroom window and scooted the chair over to it from her vanity. Her window was her favorite part of her room, even more than the large, attached bathroom. It was huge and midway up the wall and opened by sliding the frame up. This meant that she could step out easily onto the roof for a sneaky getaway or just sit next to it with her legs out the window on a warm summer night--something she'd done since she was little.

Emily grabbed her pack of Camel's and her lighter and plopped down on her white vanity chair, kicking her feet out of the window, and letting them rest comfortably on the ledge. Darren had stopped to grab her a new pack on the way back to her house and she began to pack it. She tapped the pack expertly while her mouth practically salivated in anticipation. Once packed she tore off the cellophane and cracked the top back, exposing the orange filters of 20 fresh menthols. Tapping one out she raised the pack to her mouth and trapped it between her plump lips, pulling the pack away ...