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Emma and her Mom, Chapt 2

Emma and her Mom, Chap 2. So as I slid Ella’s panties to the floor and kissed her belly, I thought, “I don’t know where this goddess came from and what her background is. Tonight, I figure I would enjoy it first and worry later.” But I did have one nagging question. So I stood up and pulled off my shoes and pants and asked her. “You said the way I lifted Emma up was the way you did it. So why did it not work tonight?” Before I start fucking my new neighbor I want to a little assurance it was not some two bit set up with Ella’s wet t-shirt show and Emma naked body in the tub. I mean she is way under sixteen which is not legal in Alabama. Plus, it pays to be paranoid and I could just see some tax cheat sitting in the pen planning all this for me. Ella said, “Let me tell you the short version of the whole story, but answer you specific question first. You may have seen from my car we just moved here from Mississippi,” I chuckled and answered, “When I saw you at your car I was a bit distracted.” Ella paused and must have thought about what happened and then giggled with a questioning look, “Was my ass up in the air again?” “And a delicious view it was,” I said. She went on with her story and told me they came from an apartment which was fully outfitted for handicapped people with lower counter tops and a lift in the bathtub, “So I have not had to physically lift her out of the tub for a while.” Ella said she did not realize Emma had gotten too heavy for her to lift from the ...

... bottom of the tub. She went on telling me when she panicked after both of them working together and not being able to get her up to the rim of the tub she thought about calling 911. There was a good reason she did not call and she had to start at the beginning. She could not appear in a police or fire report. “Emma’s accident happened when she was five years old,” she continued. Our neighbors also had a five year old daughter and the girls would play together all the time. That summer the neighbor girl’s grand-pa came to visit and stayed a week. One day he decided to buy a little pink bike for his granddaughter and called me to see if it was OK to buy a bike for Emma also. So both girls got matching bikes and they rode them in front of our houses waiving at grand-pa. They were similarly dressed in little girl jeans with pony tails flying and the training wheels spinning, she said. She paused for a second and wiped a tear from her cheek and then went on more quietly. The girls were waiving at grand-pa and he was filming it when a big truck ran the Stop sign and hit the girls. The neighbor’s girl got hit first and died on impact. Emma stayed in the hospital for nearly a month. When she stopped talking I said, “I’m so sorry.” Ella looked up at me and said, “It gets worse, but here is the short version.” She said that of course everything changed. Emma was in the little kid’s wheelchair and had hardly strength to push the wheels. She had to quit work to take care of Emma. Her husband ...