Update 36
She nodded and had a sad little smile on her face, which turned to a slightly naughty grin.
"Did you enjoy feeling Susie's pussy and making her cum on your fingers?"
I smiled as I thought about it. I mean, what's not to like about that, right? I nodded.
"Good, because I liked watching you make her cum. I want to watch you two fuck. I want to see your cock sliding in and out of her. I want to see her cum on your cock, and I even want to help clean her pussy once you fill it with cum."
Fuck. I couldn't believe how she could make me hard so soon after having just had an incredible orgasm.
"I guess that will probably be up to Susie, but she is a gorgeous woman, and I would be straight-up lying if I said I wasn't interested in that."
"She always was damn sexy. Even when she used to dress conservatively. She could make the plainest outfit look smouldering hot, and I don't think she realised it at the time, but it was just that she carried herself in such a confident and sexually alluring way that it just didn't matter what she was wearing; she was sexy. She has certainly kept herself in good shape, though you can tell she's never had kids."
There was a hint of jealousy in her tone. I understood the feeling; I think all of humanity has moments of insecurity about their body, but she had no reason to feel that way at all. She was very much an incredibly sexy woman herself, and she had a softness that I found very alluring and sexy. Everybody likes something different, and that is as it should be.
"How can you be so seductive, so sexy, so attractive, and still doubt your appeal? You are the sexiest woman I know, and I am constantly wanting to kiss every square centimetre of your body. I love to taste you and feel your warm flesh against my lips."
She squirmed in my arms, but she was grinning at the same time, absolutely lapping up my praise.
"Stop it, or I'll have to get you to do that straight away."
"Your wish is my command."
I began to get down on my knees, and she giggled, pushing me away from her body.
"Stop it... for now, anyway."
I chuckled as I got back to my feet. I looked again towards the door of the lounge room.
"I better go and check that Granny is okay and that they don't need anything. The bathroom should just about be free now."
She smiled at me and kissed me again.
"You're a good man, Jeff."
She turned and walked out of the kitchen, and I watched her ass sway as she did. It was mesmerising, and I was tempted to follow her, but I knew now wasn't the time. I made sure I looked presentable and wasn't pitching a tent in my shorts, then walked into the lounge.
Everything seemed to be going well in here. They were deep in conversation and only had eyes for each other. I didn't want to interfere, and they both looked comfortable and happy, so I left them to it. I don't think they even noticed that I was even in the room.
Soon enough, Mum and Susie joined us, and we were all sitting in the lounge room when there was a car horn out front. I didn't even associate it with us, but Richard sat upright and looked towards the front of the house.
"Hmm, I guess that's my summons."
At first, I thought he was joking, but I could see from the look on his face that he wasn't. I looked at the time and saw that it was ten to two. I couldn't believe that his son would be so rude to him, and it made my blood boil.
"He couldn't even come and knock on the door?"
Without even realising it, I was on my feet and was heading for the door.
"Jeff."
There was something steely in Richard's tone that stopped me. I turned around and saw his steady gaze. There was no anger or sadness there now, just a grim determination.
"Jeff, you don't know him. You don't know the environment he grew up in; you don't even know me all that well either, for that matter. He has his reasons for being angry at the world, and I am far from innocent. I haven't always been there for him when I should have been. His mother is a manipulative and angry woman, and he has had to grow up with that. He may be rude and angry, but he did bring me here after all."
I nodded as the truth of that sank in. How would I respond to anything my father wanted right now? Probably with less grace than David had, to be fair.
"Sorry, Richard. I'll just let him know you are coming."
There was a look of understanding between us that left me feeling a bit ashamed of myself and respectful of Richard. It's never an easy thing to look at your inadequacies and face them so honestly.
I walked out the front door and across the yard. He watched me coming but did not attempt to get out of the car. He wound the window down as I approached. He had a look that said he didn't want to talk to me, but without being a complete asshole he couldn't completely avoid it.
"Hi, David. He'll be out in a moment; he's just saying his goodbyes."
He nodded but didn't say anything. There was a loaded silence for a few moments, but then a thought occurred to me.
"Um, I know this is awkward. It's pretty obvious you don't want to be here and that you didn't want to make the drive down here today. I get that; it's a long way to come to just sit around bored all day. I want you to know, though, that what you did today has made a huge difference. You have made two old people who care very much about each other very happy. You gave them a chance to say goodbye to each other forever. I assume you know that they were close when they were growing up together and they only had each other during some of the most important years of their lives. This matters, and it was a kind thing you have done."
He blushed as he went through some kind of emotional turmoil. He wanted to be angry, I could see that, but he also seemed sad. Finally, he shook his head and looked at me.
"I have spent a day away from my family, the one day a week I get to spend with them, to do this. I am going to catch years of grief from my mother because I did this. I will get to watch him be sad all the way home, and I have no idea why he feels so strongly about a cousin that he hasn't seen in years but has no real love for his wife. I knew this was going to be a long and painful day, and yet I did it anyway. I know he thinks I have no love for him, but would I do something like that for a stranger? Not a chance of that. I'm not being altruistic or charitable. I just wish he could have told me about his past, about his family, about the people that matter to him. It's obvious he cares a lot about her, but he doesn't talk to me about anyone he cares about. It's like he has no history, or he's hiding it. But he is still my dad, and I love him despite the distance that has come between us over the years."
I nodded as I thought about my father.
"Father/son relationships are complicated, sometimes a lot more than they need to be. I suspect I will never see my father again, and that's nearly as much my fault as his at this point."
The front door opened behind me, and I turned to see Richard walking out the door with Mum. She helped him down the stairs. I turned back to David, who was watching them walk towards us.
"I meant it, David. You have done a great thing and made an old lady's last days peaceful. It matters, and we all appreciate it."
He nodded but didn't say anything. I went around the car and held the door open for Richard. He held out his hand to shake mine.
"It was nice to meet you, Jeff, and I want to say thank you for giving me this chance to say goodbye."
"You're welcome; it was lovely to meet you, too."
I leaned forward and gave him a gentle hug. And spoke quietly to him.
"It meant so much to Granny to see you again; thank you for making the trip. I'm not telling you how to do things, but perhaps you should talk to your son about your family. He knows nothing of any of us, and I know he would appreciate an open conversation with you."
He nodded as he straightened but didn't say anything else. I helped him into the car and then stood with Mum as they drove off down the road. She turned to me and smiled as we walked slowly back to the house.
"So many things make sense to me now. Things that didn't quite fit have snapped into place for me."
"About Granny?"
"And my dad, and a lot of the things that happened when I was younger. Nothing bad or stressful, but things that I knew were different in my home compared to my friends' homes. Things that may have subtly shaped who I have become in some ways."
"Are you alright?"
"Of course. I have no real regrets about who I am or the way I think. I know it's not conventional, but I understand it better now."
"Did you enjoy feeling Susie's pussy and making her cum on your fingers?"
I smiled as I thought about it. I mean, what's not to like about that, right? I nodded.
"Good, because I liked watching you make her cum. I want to watch you two fuck. I want to see your cock sliding in and out of her. I want to see her cum on your cock, and I even want to help clean her pussy once you fill it with cum."
Fuck. I couldn't believe how she could make me hard so soon after having just had an incredible orgasm.
"I guess that will probably be up to Susie, but she is a gorgeous woman, and I would be straight-up lying if I said I wasn't interested in that."
"She always was damn sexy. Even when she used to dress conservatively. She could make the plainest outfit look smouldering hot, and I don't think she realised it at the time, but it was just that she carried herself in such a confident and sexually alluring way that it just didn't matter what she was wearing; she was sexy. She has certainly kept herself in good shape, though you can tell she's never had kids."
There was a hint of jealousy in her tone. I understood the feeling; I think all of humanity has moments of insecurity about their body, but she had no reason to feel that way at all. She was very much an incredibly sexy woman herself, and she had a softness that I found very alluring and sexy. Everybody likes something different, and that is as it should be.
"How can you be so seductive, so sexy, so attractive, and still doubt your appeal? You are the sexiest woman I know, and I am constantly wanting to kiss every square centimetre of your body. I love to taste you and feel your warm flesh against my lips."
She squirmed in my arms, but she was grinning at the same time, absolutely lapping up my praise.
"Stop it, or I'll have to get you to do that straight away."
"Your wish is my command."
I began to get down on my knees, and she giggled, pushing me away from her body.
"Stop it... for now, anyway."
I chuckled as I got back to my feet. I looked again towards the door of the lounge room.
"I better go and check that Granny is okay and that they don't need anything. The bathroom should just about be free now."
She smiled at me and kissed me again.
"You're a good man, Jeff."
She turned and walked out of the kitchen, and I watched her ass sway as she did. It was mesmerising, and I was tempted to follow her, but I knew now wasn't the time. I made sure I looked presentable and wasn't pitching a tent in my shorts, then walked into the lounge.
Everything seemed to be going well in here. They were deep in conversation and only had eyes for each other. I didn't want to interfere, and they both looked comfortable and happy, so I left them to it. I don't think they even noticed that I was even in the room.
Soon enough, Mum and Susie joined us, and we were all sitting in the lounge room when there was a car horn out front. I didn't even associate it with us, but Richard sat upright and looked towards the front of the house.
"Hmm, I guess that's my summons."
At first, I thought he was joking, but I could see from the look on his face that he wasn't. I looked at the time and saw that it was ten to two. I couldn't believe that his son would be so rude to him, and it made my blood boil.
"He couldn't even come and knock on the door?"
Without even realising it, I was on my feet and was heading for the door.
"Jeff."
There was something steely in Richard's tone that stopped me. I turned around and saw his steady gaze. There was no anger or sadness there now, just a grim determination.
"Jeff, you don't know him. You don't know the environment he grew up in; you don't even know me all that well either, for that matter. He has his reasons for being angry at the world, and I am far from innocent. I haven't always been there for him when I should have been. His mother is a manipulative and angry woman, and he has had to grow up with that. He may be rude and angry, but he did bring me here after all."
I nodded as the truth of that sank in. How would I respond to anything my father wanted right now? Probably with less grace than David had, to be fair.
"Sorry, Richard. I'll just let him know you are coming."
There was a look of understanding between us that left me feeling a bit ashamed of myself and respectful of Richard. It's never an easy thing to look at your inadequacies and face them so honestly.
I walked out the front door and across the yard. He watched me coming but did not attempt to get out of the car. He wound the window down as I approached. He had a look that said he didn't want to talk to me, but without being a complete asshole he couldn't completely avoid it.
"Hi, David. He'll be out in a moment; he's just saying his goodbyes."
He nodded but didn't say anything. There was a loaded silence for a few moments, but then a thought occurred to me.
"Um, I know this is awkward. It's pretty obvious you don't want to be here and that you didn't want to make the drive down here today. I get that; it's a long way to come to just sit around bored all day. I want you to know, though, that what you did today has made a huge difference. You have made two old people who care very much about each other very happy. You gave them a chance to say goodbye to each other forever. I assume you know that they were close when they were growing up together and they only had each other during some of the most important years of their lives. This matters, and it was a kind thing you have done."
He blushed as he went through some kind of emotional turmoil. He wanted to be angry, I could see that, but he also seemed sad. Finally, he shook his head and looked at me.
"I have spent a day away from my family, the one day a week I get to spend with them, to do this. I am going to catch years of grief from my mother because I did this. I will get to watch him be sad all the way home, and I have no idea why he feels so strongly about a cousin that he hasn't seen in years but has no real love for his wife. I knew this was going to be a long and painful day, and yet I did it anyway. I know he thinks I have no love for him, but would I do something like that for a stranger? Not a chance of that. I'm not being altruistic or charitable. I just wish he could have told me about his past, about his family, about the people that matter to him. It's obvious he cares a lot about her, but he doesn't talk to me about anyone he cares about. It's like he has no history, or he's hiding it. But he is still my dad, and I love him despite the distance that has come between us over the years."
I nodded as I thought about my father.
"Father/son relationships are complicated, sometimes a lot more than they need to be. I suspect I will never see my father again, and that's nearly as much my fault as his at this point."
The front door opened behind me, and I turned to see Richard walking out the door with Mum. She helped him down the stairs. I turned back to David, who was watching them walk towards us.
"I meant it, David. You have done a great thing and made an old lady's last days peaceful. It matters, and we all appreciate it."
He nodded but didn't say anything. I went around the car and held the door open for Richard. He held out his hand to shake mine.
"It was nice to meet you, Jeff, and I want to say thank you for giving me this chance to say goodbye."
"You're welcome; it was lovely to meet you, too."
I leaned forward and gave him a gentle hug. And spoke quietly to him.
"It meant so much to Granny to see you again; thank you for making the trip. I'm not telling you how to do things, but perhaps you should talk to your son about your family. He knows nothing of any of us, and I know he would appreciate an open conversation with you."
He nodded as he straightened but didn't say anything else. I helped him into the car and then stood with Mum as they drove off down the road. She turned to me and smiled as we walked slowly back to the house.
"So many things make sense to me now. Things that didn't quite fit have snapped into place for me."
"About Granny?"
"And my dad, and a lot of the things that happened when I was younger. Nothing bad or stressful, but things that I knew were different in my home compared to my friends' homes. Things that may have subtly shaped who I have become in some ways."
"Are you alright?"
"Of course. I have no real regrets about who I am or the way I think. I know it's not conventional, but I understand it better now."
