Jennifer Part V

Part V

My wife Beth came into my home office to talk, “Jim, mom’s starting to fade fast, I don’t think she’s going to last much longer.”

I spun my chair around so I could face her, “I’m sorry to hear that, I’ve always liked your mom. I hope she isn’t in too much pain.”

“We keep her plied with morphine and some other things, but it’s getting to be where it’s not enough for her.”

I saw her tears were starting to well up, I got out of my chair and went over to her to give her a hug. Unlike her normal behaviors she didn’t pull back from my embrace, but she didn’t return it either, she was just letting me hold her.

“How are you doing with all of this?” I asked her.

“It’s uh, well, it’s a bit difficult. I mean, you think that you know it’s coming and that you can manage it, but when you start seeing the reality of it, it hits you kind of hard.”

I pulled her snug to me and ran the flat palm of my hand up and down her back.

“I’m sorry it’s that way for you.” I consoled her.

She stayed close to me as she tried to keep her composure, she had her head on my shoulder. “Jim, there’s another thing,” she spoke into my chest.

“What’s that?”

“After mom passes, I’m going to stay with Lisa.”

I froze from caressing her back, “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that after mom’s gone I’m going to live with my sister Lisa.”

That’s where Beth was going a few nights a week, to her sister’s house to share with the caring for their mother. Now she was saying she wanted to live there.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“After that night when you were abrupt with me, you pulled down my underwear and pushed me down so you could look at me, I knew I couldn’t manage this anymore. You really haven’t been happy with what I’ll give you, and neither have I been.”

We were both quiet, I wasn’t quite sure what to say at the moment.

“I’m sorry I slapped you.”

I hugged her again, but she felt rigid in my arms.

“Do you want to be together again before you go? One last close moment?”

“I’d rather not.”

I understood her thinking, she was preparing herself for a complete separation. It’s not like I lusted for her, but after so many years she was familiar to me. I had cum into her more than any other person that I’d ever known in my life, at least, for the infrequent amount of times that it could happen. The whole thing about letting me look at her was a big hang up for her, she didn’t even want me to watch our kids being born. The fact that I pressed her for seeing her pussy was an aggravation for both of us, it led to me having some dark feelings about being worthless and apparently she wasn’t happy about the situation either.

“What about the kids?” I went back to the matter at hand.

“I think they’re both old enough to make a decision about where they’ll live when the time comes. I think Jennifer is still at that point where she needs her father in her life to guide her and get her ready to go out on her own. Mark probably doesn’t know anything outside of his gun game at the moment, but I know he takes to his mom and there’s room for him if he wants to come over. He’ll like having his cousin Bobby around too.”

“And other things?”

“You should keep the house, you practically built it anyhow and I’ll have my place with my sister. If Mark does decide to come live with me then I think we can call it even on child support. I’ll be able to go back to work full time, but I’m still going to ask for alimony.”

“I understand, I’m not going to fight you on this. It seems like you’ve already put a lot of thought into it.”

“I have, ever since that one night.” She paused a moment, “Jim, I know you’re a good person. You’ve been a good husband to me and you’ve taken care of our family in a way that anyone else would find admirable. You’re caring and understanding and you have a lot to give. I know there’s someone out there that will do the things you want for you.”

“I love you Beth, I will always have some love for you. It’d be hard not to after all our time together and the things that we’ve shared. I will continue to be concerned for your wellbeing and you’ll always be able to contact me if you need something.”

She let me give her a light kiss.

“I love you too Jim, that’s why I’m leaving.”

She broke away from me, turned around, and left me alone in my office.

I was getting ready for bed when my daughter Jennifer came into my room. I was standing there naked so she closed the door behind her.

“Dad, I heard about mom, I’m sorry. Are you okay?

“I’m managing.” I didn’t bother to try to cover myself, we’d seen each other naked enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable but it did seem a little awkward being in my bedroom like this since pretty much all of our sex play had been downstairs.

She came over to give me a hug, “Come here, let me do this.” I felt her hands on me and I let her guide me to lay on the bed. She pulled her jeans and panties down and spread herself open to show me her pussy. “Look at me dad, I know you like this, you can look at me.”

I did like seeing her that way and in doing that my dick wanted to get hard. She pulled her pants back up and crawled over me to get on the other side of the bed, She laid down with her head on my stomach, facing away from me. She lightly touched and stoked my dick and I got hard for her. I felt her warmth when she told me to lay still and then put her mouth on me.

Jennifer was sucking my dick. It wasn’t erotic play or sensual exploration, she was acting in a loving and caring manner, gently drawing me into her and letting me feel her mouth. I felt her pull tight around me when she sucked, and when she flicked her tongue over the underside of my dick to touch me where I was most pleasurably sensitive.

I gave into her and let her give me this act of caring. I put my hand on the side of her head and pressed her into my stomach as came in her mouth, pushing myself in a little to feel more of her. When I stopped spurting into her she reached behind my balls and pulled up the last of the cum that was in me. She moved up to give me a brief, deep kiss and I could taste myself on her. Then she told me to sleep well and left.

The funeral was, well, typical. Sad faces and dark clothing, and shared stories of things that had gone on over the years. I went over to give my wife a consoling hug but she turned away from me and left with her sister.

Mark did in fact choose to live with his mother, we spent a day or two loading my truck with his things. The computer was the last thing to get disconnected and first thing to get reconnected, he was trying to keep up with his online activities in between moving.

Jennifer wanted to stay with me, going to her aunt’s house meant a different school and new friends, she wanted to stay where she was. Kaylee, all of her friends and favorite activities were around where she lived now. I’m pretty sure she wanted to stay near me for other reasons as well.

When the divorce papers came, my attorney assured me he could get the alimony request to be reduced, but I had him leave it as is. I told Beth I wasn’t going to fight her and I meant it.

Kaylee’s birthday came and went, her dad celebrated by going out to get drunk. On the way home he went through a red light and got hit broadside by a semi-truck and the result was a closed coffin funeral. She was taking it pretty hard, all of her unresolved issues with her emotionally absent, and mentally abusive father would now never find closure. She came over to find some consolation with me and I spent a full day of holding her, sitting near her, taking her out with me to run some errands and feeding her a couple of times. I made sure she knew she could come back at any time if she needed.

“Dad?”

Jennifer and I were eating dinner, there was something on her mind.

“Can Kaylee come live with us? She’s eighteen now, but she can’t afford to move out. With her dad gone the money is pretty tight and her mom is having a difficult time keeping up. She can stay in my room.”

“No.”

“But…”

“She can stay in Mark’s room.”

“I…”

“Jenn, this can happen but all three of us will need to have a very serious conversation.”

“I can understand that.”

“It’s more than you think honey. We’ll talk more when she’s with us. I want you to arrange for all of us to go out to dinner.”

We picked up Kaylee two nights later and I took them to a nice restaurant.

“You have to understand some things, both of you. One thing that may come as a shock to you is this: You can see each other every day but it’s nothing like spending all night and day with each other. You can more easily get aggravated with each other, you feel under pressure and you can start losing your sense of independence. We cannot allow that to happen, we’ll all end up living in a hostile atmosphere. If one of you wants to initiate some activity and the other doesn’t want to do it, you cannot allow yourself to become angry or feel rejected. We have to respect each other and our own individual interests. And consider this, what happens if the two of you break up and you want to see other people? Can you accept that possibility while we’re living together? It would change the situation to where you have to treat other like sisters instead of lovers. That’s not an easy thing to do.”

I could tell they were thinking about the concepts I described. I knew young love could be powerful, and the thoughts that went with that were of the idealistic ‘it’s going to last forever’ beliefs. Reality seldom made that true.

“Both of you are on the verge of coming out of your teens, things will change when you hit your twenties whether you like it or not, it’s nature to do so. You start having more realistic goals in mind, you want to try new things and do it entirely on your own. You want to make your own decisions and find your failures and learn from them. Your interests change. Those things alone may cause you to grow apart and not because of some emotional outburst or anything negative, it’s simply the way it is.

“As far as the three of us are concerned, Kaylee staying in our house doesn’t mean it’s going to be a free for all with the things we’ve been doing with each other. The things we have been sharing have been very special, I don’t want us to go overboard where it becomes something that’s going to make it ordinary or taken for granted. I like that we haven’t been able to do this all the time with each other, it makes those moments that much more special and valuable and it allows us to know that it’s coming and it builds the tension in anticipation. Oh, and just like with the two of you, you have to consider that what the three of us share won’t last forever either, and in the meantime I think maybe we need to plan things like a date night once or twice a month so we can play together.”

The girls smiled at that thought.

“We all feel that downstairs is our playroom, maybe now that we have a little more freedom we can make some changes to accommodate our interests or the things we want to do. The upstairs of the house is exactly that, our house, our home. Each of us will have our own room and those places will be considered private, well, expect for the occasional night when we may want to sneak up on each other while we’re sleeping.”

They giggled and looked forward to doing such things.

“If you two choose to sleep together, you do it downstairs.”

I looked them both straight in the eyes for the next part, “I will treat each of you like my daughters.” They nodded together. “I will expect you to be responsible to the house, You will help with cleaning, cooking, laundry and getting groceries and anything else that needs to be done. As a matter of personal safety, I want to know when you go out and expect to come home. Because the both of you are in your last year of school, I want to see good grades. If you have a problem with a course I will help you with it. Idiots do not do well in our society, I want to know that you will have the opportunity to succeed when you get out into the world on your own. I expect to see you working toward that, and that you want to improve yourself as a person as you grow, as you need it.

“There will be times when things could be difficult for any or all of us. We need to work together to support each other to get through the rough times. And that doesn’t mean there will always be an immediate solution to a problem, as you get older your problems become more difficult because you start working on a larger scale and with more complex things, it takes more to resolve those kinds of issues.