#92 The Adults' Afterparty

Emily Steel. Rachel's mom, 34 years old this year. She was only four years older than me. Since Rachel was 11, that meant she'd had her at 23. Pretty young to get married and have a kid.

"Take it slow. You just got discharged today."

We'd already gone through more than 20 cans of beer between us. Of course, I'd downed 18 of them. A swig of canned beer was nothing to me.

[Share it half and half, bro.]

No, Thanos bro, you stick to your snap timing. Maybe it's because you showed up late to the big bro party, but you keep popping in at the weirdest moments.

"Hehe. This won't get me drunk."

"..."

When I told her to take it slow, Emily smiled and replied. But her flushed face screamed she was wasted to anyone looking.

Come to think of it, drunk people always say the same thing. I'm not drunk.

"Still, take it easy."

"And how many have you had, Mr. Steel Armor~?"

Whoa? Slurring already? Emily was perfectly smashed. I'd bet my balls on it. Two beers and she's out? She must be super weak to booze.

It's 1 a.m.

Chatting over drinks, time had slipped to 1 a.m. Not much of a conversation, though—mostly her talking, me listening. She shared memories of her late husband and stories of Rachel when she was little.

Anyway, time to tuck Emily in and head out. Oh right, I'm drinking with someone who just got out of the hospital today.

I stood, gathering the scattered cans, and said to her, "Shall we call it? It's late."

"..."

I helped her to the bedroom. I'd scoped the place while cleaning earlier, so it was easy. The tiny house helped too.

"Rest up."

"...Wait."

"Yes?"

As I turned, she grabbed my hand.

"Not sure if it's enough repayment... but I have something for you, Mr. Steel Armor."

"Repayment? What kind?"

"You saved me and Rachel. Three times. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want to repay you."

"Hmm."

Emily knew shame. Gratitude demands return. Fair enough.

Doesn't look like she has much.

But I knew shame too. She was clearly struggling. I swam in cash—no way I'd take money from her like some asshole.

"No need. Your feelings are enough."

"Just wait. I'll be right back."

"Uh..."

Before I could leave, she got up and slipped out. Left alone, I waited.

And when she returned—

"...Emily?"

"..."

She was stark naked. Repayment... this?

*****

"Haa... haa..."

Leaving Steel Armor in the room, Emily splashed water on her face in the bathroom. But her burning cheeks and racing heart wouldn't calm.

Thinking of what she was about to do filled her with shame. Embarrassing. Sorry.

But she had to repay the man who'd saved her precious daughter twice. No—three times now.

What could she offer Steel Armor? Nothing.

A year ago, after Rachel vanished, she'd run everywhere searching. The insurance from her husband's death? Spent. Their fortunes plummeted.

So, nothing to give. Except one thing.

...No choice.

In the bathroom, Emily slowly stripped, layer by layer. Without the booze, she'd never have the guts.

"Ahh..."

She gazed sadly at her naked reflection. Already skinny, the hospital stay thinned her more. Pathetic body, even to her.

"Sorry... honey. So sorry."

She stared at the cheap ring on her finger, apologizing. Street vendor junk, but when her late husband slipped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it on, she'd felt like the world's happiest woman.

"Just this once... close your eyes, just once."

She slid off the ring she'd never removed, placing it on the table.

*****

I'd thought her flush was just beer. Wrong. She'd decided this the moment she suggested drinks.

"..."

Instinct kicked in. I silently admired Emily's nude form.

World perk? Her nipples were pink. At this point, brown ones might be rarer.

Malnourished for years, she was bony. Breasts small from the weight loss. But beautiful. A fragile allure that stirred protective urges.

"S-sorry. This body... And since my husband died, I've never been with a man."

Mistaking my gaze for disappointment? She said what she didn't need to. Tears welled in her eyes. I spoke quick.

"You okay with this?"

"Huh?"

"You might not know, but I stop women who leave, not ones who come. If you're offering yourself, I'll gladly take you. But really okay?"

"..."

She bit her lip. Hope it doesn't bleed.

Finally, she spoke. "It's all I have to give you... so..."

"Got it."

"Kyaa!"

I closed in on her mid-sentence, scooping her princess-style. Gently laid her on the bed, then stripped.

"Ahh..."

Her eyes widened at my raging hard-on, slapped against my navel from excitement.

I slid beside her; she twitched. Pulled her tight—a gasp by my ear.

I whispered, "Last chance to run."

"Huh?"

"Run now, or even if you beg, I'll fuck you senseless till dawn. Nothing but my cock on your mind. Choose."

"..."

"No escape now."

Emily nestled quietly in my arms.

"Mm, mmm..."

I kissed her. Lips stiff with nerves, but my tongue knocked; they parted. Slid in—bitter beer tang. Tongues tangled; I explored every corner.

"Mmmph..."

Gently gripped her breast—delicate moan. Not as full as Yuna's or Elis's, but soft enough. Rolled her hard nipple with my thumb, hand drifting south. Teased her sealed slit.

Moans grew. True to her word—no sex in years—her pussy was bone-dry. Thrust now, and it'd tear, bleed.

I rose between her legs. Mask up just enough, gripped her hips, licked her pussy.

"Ah! Hnng! Th-there...!"

"Shh. Rachel's sleeping next door."

"...!"

Remembering late, she clamped her mouth.

"Mmph! Hmph... hnnng...!"

Moans muffled but leaking. Tongue-fucked her, lips nibbling clit. After 5 minutes, juices flowed. Didn't stop—needed her ready for my cock.

"Hik!"

Index finger in—walls clenched like vise. Untouched for a decade, virgin-tight. Loosened a bit, added middle. When three fit easy, stopped.

"Haat... haa... haaang..."

Eyes glazed, body quivering. She'd cum once from my fingers.

I gripped my cock, nudged just the tip in.

"Haa..."

Snapped alert, she looked down.

"Here we go."

"Y-yes... haauk!"

Squelch—slowly sank in. She trembled.

This won't work.

Despite prep, walls pushed back hard. Force it, blood. But no backing out. I gave her the out; she stayed. Her choice—I respect it.

Tip in-out, adapting her. Looser—halfway, out. Fully ready, hilted deep.

"Kkuuuph?!"

Straight to womb—eyes bulged. Hand muffled her scream.

Thrust for real. Hips busy, hands too—fondled tits, pinched nipples. Massaged her frail frame. Scars faint, surgeon's skill.

Pulled her hand away, fed fingers in. Pressed tongue with index and middle.

"Kiss me."

"Haup~ hnng~!"

Leaned in—her tongue now eager, chasing mine. Remembering man-flesh, she ignited.

Deep thrusts built my load.

"Kuh!"

"Hnnng...!"

Pulled pre-cum, shot on her belly. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Ropes splattered to her face.

"Haa... haa..."

30 seconds later, she was glazed from face to stomach.

"Suck it?"

"...Haup!"

Glassy-eyed, she engulfed me. Licked her juices hungrily, sucked every drop.

"Round two."

"H-how..."

Shocked at my instant recovery.

"I'm... more virile than most."

Squelch—

"Haaaang~!"

Doggy now for seconds. Semen smeared me too, but no time for disgust. We lost ourselves, devouring each other.

*****

Dawn broke; Emily woke. Instinctively sought warmth—empty bed. No suit on floor. He'd slipped out while she slept.

"Ah..."

Regret slipped; she shut her mouth. What am I thinking?! It was repayment for his grace. Not desire.

Yet sad he's gone? Near-decade dry spell—his hard body must've addled her.

"Right. Rachel needs breakfast."

Checked time, rose. She had school.

"Huh?"

Table note and envelope. Where'd those come from?

"Th-this..."

Opened—tens of $10,000 bills. Steel Armor's doing, she knew.

"..."

Bit lip. Humiliation, shame. Leaving cash? Thinks I'm cheap? Betrayal stung, despite short acquaintance.

But the note atop killed it.

"..."

Finished reading, Emily smiled.

"Mom! Up? Mom!"

"Ah, Rachel? Wait a sec? Coming soon."

"Yeah! Take your time!"

Rachel's voice snapped her; dressed quick. Opened door—Rachel beaming at the threshold.

Real happy days began now.