Enjoying the Daughter (DareToDream and Niah)

Devon Monk left the bar with the woman at his side and headed across the gravel parking lot, the crunch of the stones loud in the night air. The woman staggered alongside him, held up more by his arm around her waist than anything. She reeked of alcohol and he knew that cocaine coursed through her system, but he didn’t care. The woman was hot no matter how wasted she was and he’d been banging her for a few weeks now. Devon was no saint, despite his last name, and had led a rebellious life so far. Picking up women had never been a problem for him, not with his good looks, fit body, and devilish smile. Standing at 6 feet tall, with curly brown hair and a brown beard and mustache, Devin looked pretty good for a man of 40 and he knew it.

Underneath his clothes was a body sculpted by construction work and gym workouts, his skin covered in tattoos that he’d gotten throughout his life. It was a combination that was a magnet for most women, this one included. He’d picked her up a few weeks back and had one wild night but it was the next morning before he realized just how lucky he’d been. When he’d rolled out of her bed and padded into her kitchen, a surprise awaited him. He’d learned that the woman had a daughter…two actually but only one of them was full grown. Oh yea, she was very much an adult, with curves that made his mouth hang open when she wasn’t looking. A spitting image of her mother, or at least an image of what her mother would have looked like before the drugs and alcohol ruined her, the girl was flat out beautiful in every way possible.

They’d had an awkward moment that morning, since apparently bringing strange guys home was something that happened most nights, but the more he came around, the more comfortable they seemed to become with one another. He was staying with the mother now more because he liked watching the daughter than anything else, though he also felt sorry for her young sister too. Devon may not have been perfect but he had his life together way more than their mother, that’s for sure.

Reaching the car, he opened it for her and got her seated and buckled in then moved around to the driver’s side. As he drove off, the woman reached over and undid his pants, pulling his cock out. “Baby” she slurred “I just can’t wait until we get home”. With that, she began to stroke him to hardness but with each movement of her hand, the image of her daughter was what he thought about. When her lips closed over him, he groaned softly and kept driving, finally pulling into her drive not to long after he came, filling her mouth, most of which she swallowed. Stopping the car, he pulled her out and carried into the house, the woman having passed out after giving him head.

As he walked through the entryway, he saw the daughter on the couch, watching tv, and smiled at her. “Hey” he said. “She’s had a bit too much so I’m going to put her to bed and then get something to drink. Let me know if you want any company.” As he headed towards the bedroom, he wasn’t aware that his fly was open or that he reeked of sex, but if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.

It was once again a late night for Mia after returning home from her after school job at a nearby cafe, where she was a waitress. With her mother wasting a lot of her welfare check on booze, men and drugs, Mia had no choice but to pick up the slack. So every afternoon she'd head over to the cafe, working short shifts to help keep the family afloat. Afterwards she visited a neighbor in order to retrieve her little sister, Tamsin. Her neighbor's daughter went to the same school as Tamsin, so she had kindly agreed to pick her up from school and let her play over at her house whilst Mia was at work. Everyone in the neighborhood knew about the Simmons family and their issues. How the daughters were left alone all the time, whilst their mother paraded around town like a two dollar hooker. Mia often heard the whispers; two daughters by two different men, it was a miracle that her eldest girl hadn't been knocked up yet!

Naturally a lot of people expected Mia to be a mini carbon copy of her mother and in looks, she was. They both had long brown hair, sharp hazel eyes, a splash of cute freckles across their face and slim but hourglass figures, though her mother's was beginning to look more gaunt these days thanks to the drug abuse. However similar they were in appearance though, they were completely different in personality. Mia didn't drink, do drugs or sleep around, she held herself with an aura of respect that her mother had never possessed. Mia was responsible, hard working and mature. Within this household she was often more of the mother figure. Raising Tamsin single handed whilst also caring for her mother whenever she landed herself in one of her worse states. Many times the teenager had to wash the sick out of her mother's hair, clean her up and nursed her in bed after a particular bad trip.

Things were somewhat a little better these days, since Devon's arrival. Her mother was still out doing God knows what all night. However at least now when she came back Mia wasn't the one who had to look after her. Now it was Devon taking her to bed and cleaning her up, so at least that was one less thing that she needed to worry about. Devon was no knight in shining armor, he most certainly didn't discourage her mother's behavior. However with him around it was at least contained more, plus the man wasn't awful company to keep. Whenever he wandered around the house they found themselves chatting and Mia actually managed to get a half decent conversation from him. She dared to say that she even enjoyed socializing with the male. There was also the added bonus that he was quite attractive, a thought so terrifying that she would never admit it out loud. He was sleeping with her mother and was over twenty years her senior. Nothing could ever happen! Not that she really wanted it to anyway. As was previously mentioned, Devon was no saint, definitely not someone she would remotely pursue even if he was her own age. The feelings that she had involving him were nothing but a crush. Like one might have for a teacher or something, it wasn't going to go anywhere!

Although it had pretty much became Devon's job to make sure that her mother got home safely, old habits die hard. So Mia found herself that evening waiting up for her mum, just in case she needed her. With everything she put her through, Mia by rights should hate her mother and yet here she was... still trying to keep her safe. The door swung open and Devon came on in, dragging the unconscious woman with him. Mia gave a weak smile and a nod as the older male greeted her. He stank of alcohol and sweat, among other things... no points for guessing what they were doing in the car. It bothered Mia slightly, which didn't make sense. After all; Devon was her mother's boyfriend so of course they were going to be intimate. Yet here she was, feeling somewhat annoyed and out of place. He offered her company, which she turned down. "It's ok, I was just heading to bed now anyway."

She picked up the remote and switched off the television. As her eyes began to rise back upwards they were met with the sight of his open fly. Mia looked away instantly, she had only really seen a bunch of material as his manhood had been tucked relatively back in. However it was still enough to make the young woman blush and decide to head off to her room pretty swiftly. She stopped by the kitchen for a moment, only to retrieve the mop bucket and position it outside of her mother's bedroom. Mia knocked on the door gently. "For mum... in case she can't hold anything down." No way would she be able to make it to the bathroom in that state in order to throw up in the toilet.

Devon couldn’t help notice where Mia’s gaze landed when she looked up and he hid the smile as her turned to the side quickly. Glancing down, he zipped his pants, honestly having not known it was open, and nodded to her words. He moved into the dark bedroom then, settling her mother into the bed after stripping her down and pulling the covers over her. Hearing footsteps near the door, he paused and listened for a moment, smiling again when he heard Mia’s voice. The young woman was one of a kind, still caring about her deadbeat mother despite the crap she brought into her life. He had to admire that even as he wished she’d had a bit better life.

Moving to the door quietly, he opened it and slipped out, standing in front of her. “Thank you, Mia. Your mom would appreciate your kindness. I know I do.” He reached out, brushing his hand over hers, his finger tips gently caressing her bare skin gently, feeling a zing slide up his spine. His cock stirred from the brief touch too, just a twitch, but enough for him to lock his gaze with hers and smile softly. “Did Tamsin have a good day and make it to bed ok?” he asked as he slid the mop and bucket into the bedroom at the same time he stayed in the doorway. “What about you? Did work go ok? Are you sure you don’t want some company? Your mom is going to be out for the night.” He studied her as he spoke, letting her hazel eyes draw him in.

As Devon exited her mother's bedroom and positioned himself nearer Mia's side of the doorway, he made the gap between the pair painfully small. His large stature looming over her as Mia herself stood at only five foot six. The teenager couldn't help but give a solemn shrug of the shoulders, when the older male began mentioning how her mother would appreciate her actions if she was in a fit state to do so. They both knew that this wasn't true, her mother did often thank her daughter and mention how much of a 'good girl' she was. However if she truly appreciated either of her children, she would have sorted out her life a long time ago. Her mother's actions were less about appreciation and more about taking advantage of her daughter's good nature.

A shiver ran up Mia's arm as Devon stroked her hand softly, her doe-like eyes looking up and making contact with his own. As his gaze bored into her, she could feel the heat rising into her cheeks. She quickly glanced away when he began sliding the mop bucket into the bedroom. Regaining herself, she looked back when Devon started speaking again. A small grateful smile appearing upon her lips, it was nice having someone showing interest in her day and appearing to care about both her and Tamsin's well being. It was often such a rare occurrence in this household. "She did, thanks, got a hundred percent on her spelling test." Her sister was only seven, so it was hardly a complicated exam, but still it was something that she was very proud and excited about. "Yeah, she conked out pretty quickly after dinner."

"Work was the same as usual" Mia added, giving a nonchalant shrug. Nothing all that exciting happened in the life of a waitress. Once in a while she had the odd troublesome diner; drunks, people who complained about the food or service, non tippers, cheque runners and of course a few guys who took flirting to the extreme. However it didn't happen often and not today. Mia continued to look up at the male as he once again offered her company. His eyes causing her stomach to twist as they examined her. "No, really... I promised Tamsin I'd take her to the beach tomorrow, for doing so well on her test." Her mother wouldn't take them, she'd be spending all day tomorrow coming down from the drugs that she had no doubt taken tonight. It was always the same, Friday night; out until the whee hours and then Saturday day; wrapped up in bed in a drink and drug infused coma. She'd eventually stir by Saturday evening, just in time to go out and do it all over again that night. The beach was too far of a walk, so the two girls would have to catch the bus. "I better get to bed, don't want to be too tired for it."

His gaze never left hers as Mia talked to him. She seemed reluctant to get too chatty that night and Devon wasn’t sure why that was other than the look he’d seen earlier when she’d noticed his zipper down. Perhaps innocent little Mia wasn’t so innocent after all? At least in her thoughts. The idea intrigued Devon, a lot to be honest, since he thought she was pretty damn attractive. As thoughts of her swirled through his mind, he nodded his head to her words. “The beach sounds like a pretty fun time. Tamsin will love it I’m sure and no doubt you could use a break from work too. There can be some pretty creepy people on the bus though.”

He cocked his head and looked at the ceiling briefly, as if he was thinking it through even more. The idea of the beach sounded good to him and perhaps Mia would wear a bikini when she went. Though, knowing her, it would be a one piece. Either way, he’d still enjoy the view. “Say, I have an idea. Your mom will be out of it tomorrow as she recovers from tonight. If you’d like to avoid the bus for at least one day, I’d be glad to give you and Tamsin a ride to the beach. I could use some time off too. I wouldn’t cramp your style and can leave you alone once we get there if you want.” He wanted Mia to feel comfortable around him if he had any hope of getting her to like him a little more than normal and he liked her little sister too so it wouldn’t be a horrible day. If she accepted his offer at least.

Mia gave a smile and nod at Devon's first response. It would be nice for both of the girls to have one day out where they could just relax. Not having to worry about work, school or their mother. She then gave a slight shrug at his second comment about the type of people one might run into on public transport. Mia didn't mind the bus really, or maybe she was just used to it by now. The family didn't own a car, not being able to afford to run one. A lot of her mother's boyfriends tended to drive, so once in a while they could catch lifts. But for the most part, the bus had really been their only means of transport throughout their lives.

The teenager was pleasantly surprised when Devon offered to drive them instead. "Really? That would be so great, thanks." She beamed. It would save on bus fare and probably get them there faster. Mia gave a soft laugh "I don't think you'd cramp our style, don't worry. But you don't have to stay for ages, you know... if you want to get back home to mum?" Mia didn't want Devon to think that he had to babysit them after all. There was nothing worse than someone hanging around because they feel like they have to, when they'd rather be somewhere else. Mia was perfectly capable of looking after herself and her little sister. "But yes, thank you, we'd really appreciate it." She added, before taking a step towards her bedroom. "See you in the morning."

That smile….it did things to Devon’s insides. It lit Mia’s face up and made her youthful beauty shine that much more. Best part is she had no idea so it was a truly genuine look. One that got his blood boiling as desire surged to the surface quickly. He tamped it down though, not wanting her to see it, not yet at least. He had to wait for the right moment for that and it wasn’t right now. “Oh, I think your mom will be fine by herself. She’ll probably sleep all day anyway and if she has to clean up after herself for once, it won’t hurt. Maybe she’ll learn her lesson then.” They both knew that wasn’t likely to happen but it sounded good. Of course, what Mia didn’t know is that Devon planned to slip her mom some sleeping pills in the morning before he took them to the beach, to ensure she slept while they were gone.

He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, considering. “It’d actually be nice to have a day at the beach. Been ages since I’ve been there and maybe me being there with you will keep the creeps away. Devon knew he wasn’t the most decent man out there but he also knew he wasn’t a creep. He’d seen enough of the seedier side of humanity to know that and he wouldn’t want the girls to have to deal with it. “Why don’t we leave at 9:00 am? I’ll meet you out here dressed for the beach and we can head out. I’ll even buy you guys lunch and, depending on when we get back, dinner, if you’d like.” He watched her head for bed then, keeping his gaze on her back instead of her ass, because he knew she’d feel his gaze if he lowered it.