Not Your Typical Mother Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Not Your Typical Mother Ch. 05

... smile, clearly caught out.

"Now, I'm not your father, and I know you don't want me to tell you how bad it is for you and everything else you already know. That said, I think if you haven't told your folks you really need to be straight up with them because they'll find out eventually and you don't want it to be something you've been hiding from them," he said.

"I know, I just, my dad is going freak out and I've been trying to quit. I just need a little more time to quit and then I can tell him and hopefully he won't get too mad," she reasoned.

Gerald laughed softly again as he nodded to himself.

"I know kids experiment, and you're not that little girl who used to beg me for cookies when your mom wasn't paying attention," he said, smiling to himself at the memory.

"I'll still take a cookie," Emily joked.

"I get that you're a woman now, and you're going to have fun and do what young people do," he continued.

Gerald turned back to look at Emily and this time placed his right hand on her lower thigh before continuing.

"We were all young once, even me," he said, making eye contact with her.

Emily was caught completely off-guard. Was he coming on to her?

"I appreciate that," she stammered.

His hand began to trail up her thigh and eventually made its way to her crotch, where he waited a moment to gauge her response. Emily wasn't a moron; it was clear to her that this was an offer of a quid pro quo. A sexual favor for his silence. She was just ...

... shocked it was coming from a man she had always seen as her harmless neighbor. But she had no issue with it, and in fact welcomed the opportunity to eliminate the risk quickly and easily.

She leaned back and spread her legs, smiling at him invitingly. He returned her smile and began to massage her womanhood through her jeans. She had to admit that it felt good, her sex drive was always cranked to eleven when she was tweaking. Gerald wasn't exactly her type, but he wasn't the ugliest man she'd let into her pants either. She closed her eyes and allowed him to continue rubbing her through the fabric of her jeans, noticing the increasing dampness of the fabric as her arousal increased. Suddenly he stopped and Emily's eyes opened to see Gerald undoing the single button flap of his pajama pants.

She watched him reach into the slit and grip his girth, giving his length a few pumps with his hand while staring at her lips. She read his desire immediately, stepping onto the deck and then down onto her knees in front of him. He shimmied his way to the edge of the bench so that his cock was level with her chin. She wasted no time getting to work, opening her mouth, and taking the head of his cock inside. Emily swirled her tongue around and felt him surge, gripping the back of her head with his right hand.

She let him guide her, as he thrusted himself into her mouth and she met his thrusts with her own movements. She had sucked a lot of dicks in the last few months and at this point it ...