Literotic asexstories – Dying Wish Ch. 03 by Sincerelyyours000,Sincerelyyours000
Once again I felt like I was playing some sort of chess game with my parents, especially Mom. Dad, for all his success as a businessman, was more known for his aggressive, blunt style. You always knew where you stood with him, and that was a good thing. Mom, on the other hand, was proving to be very different. And what was really dumbfounding was that she’d been shockingly candid about some topics that most people would consider extremely private, like (presumably) having a voracious sexual appetite, how her relationship with Dad had been faltering for some time now, and then volunteering a story about how close she’d been to having a casual affair last year when she and Dad were on vacation. And if that wasn’t enough, by the end of the day she’d all but invited me to have sex with her too.
A few days had passed since then, and more than ever I felt relieved at not having taken Mom up on that last offer. I had insisted that she be completely forthright with me from now on, about everything, and she’d seemed more than willing to comply, and yet I still felt as if this were all a chess game, with Mom at least three moves ahead of me and was in complete control of the board. The only way I could think of leveling the playing field again would be to once again confront her with my questions, which I felt more and more like she had deftly managed to avoid before. Dad wanted to talk to me first, however, which was fine by me. I could use a little of his no-nonsense candor right now, especially since dealing with Mom these days felt more and more like dealing with, well… a woman.
“What is it Dad?” I asked as I entered his office. He was sitting behind his desk, and while I couldn’t see what he was working on he was clearly doing something on his computer. Much as he had promised to stop working a few months ago, old habits die hard, and occasionally I’d find him in here, reading reports and the like.
“Dad, do you really need to work right now?’ I asked with some frustration.
“It’s not work,” he said wearily. I came closer until I noticed he was cycling through different tombstone statues.
“Holy shit,” I said. This was one of my responsibilities, and seeing the website instantly reminded me that deadline for choosing which statue we wanted was coming soon if wanted it ready for when we were expecting to need it.
“I’m sorry Dad,” I said dejectedly. “I’ve been so selfish this past while thinking about myself that I let my obligations to you slide.”
“No you haven’t, son. Besides, when it comes to something like this, I’d rather make the decision myself. But that’s why I wanted to talk to you, to make it clear that from now on the only priority you should be focused on is your mother. I’ve made my peace with her, and I believe with you too. Time is running short, and all I really need from you now is to make sure the two of you are together before I go.”
“I’m trying Dad, but it’s not as simple as you think. That’s about all I can say right now.”
“I asked Paula how things were going and she wouldn’t say very much either. In fact, she told me you made her promise not to talk about it with me.”
“If you want me to do something that’s going to have consequences for the rest of my life, then you’re going to have to trust me to do it my way, Dad.”
“I do son, but there’s no shame in getting my help either. I did manage to get something out of your Mom – don’t blame her, because she knew I wouldn’t stop until I got something – but she told me at one point she really thought you were going to make love to her, but it never happened. I don’t expect something like that to be easy for you, but…”
“Truthfully, I’ve learned to accept that part of what you’re asking of me,” I interrupted.
“Really?” Dad asked in surprise. “I had just assumed…”
“And it’s a fair assumption,” I said, interrupting again. I could feel the tension in the room rising as my voice had become more cross, and I tried my best to calm down again. The last thing I wanted to do was take out my frustration of having to discuss this topic out on Dad. What was really bothering me, however, was being reminded at how easily I’d almost succumbed to Mom’s advances. It had been a very long time since I’d had sex, and I don’t doubt that that played a large role in how I had behaved, in the end I still expected more from myself. I was twenty-four now, not some hormone filled kid that was horny 24/7. This wasn’t the first time I’d declined sex either; we’ve all been in situations where saying “no” was the right thing to do, and I’d had my share by now. It was like Mom had put some spell on me, and once again I felt like if I knew her better, the real her, then maybe this had a chance as a real relationship. The last thing I wanted was to be led around by a woman with my dick being too hard for me to ever think straight; I’d had a few experiences like that early in my dating life and they had all gone horribly wrong.
“Dad, when you asked me to do this, I assumed it wasn’t just a sex thing,” I began, my voice now calm again. “You wanted me to watch out for Mom, be there for her, to try and take over the role you’ve had in her life to the best of my abilities. Well, you don’t accomplish something like that by just jumping in the sack with her and living happily ever after.”
“Except she’s not some stranger James, it’s Paula. She’s been there your whole life, even raised you when you were little and I was gone most the time. She wants to be there for you like she has for me, and there’s no doubt she means it. I know you’ve had trust issues ever since your last girlfriend, but you can’t carry that baggage over to Paula. She’d never betray or bail on you like Melissa did, not in a million years.”
There was a lot of truth to what Dad was saying but I also needed to consider that his view of Mom was not nearly as pristine as he believed. Did he know anything about Javon or “Javon Jr.” or that his wife had a favorite dildo named after me? I doubt it, and that was fine with me, as Dad deserved nothing but the best thoughts and memories of Mom and anyone else he cared about during these final weeks or months he had left. But that didn’t mean I was going to blindly follow into his footsteps without having a better understanding of what I was getting myself into.
“I think things would be better if you and Paula spent some time alone together to try and sort things out,” Dad offered. “Get away from the distractions around here.”
“Dad, you’re not a distraction,” I said.
“I appreciate that son, but we both know that’s not entirely true. And it’s not just me, it’s your other responsibilities too. You need a couple of days off. Go stay at the beach house for the rest of the week, and bring Paula along with you. Don’t worry about me; I’ll still be here when you get back. I’m not going anywhere just yet.”
It was nice to hear Dad’s encouraging tone again. I think a lot of people who didn’t know him well mistook him for being this hard-ass with no soul, but underneath the gruff exterior Dad was a loving husband and father with a kind heart. I wanted to do right by him. The beach house he was talking about was something he’d bought Mom for their tenth wedding anniversary, a smallish but upscale place situated right on the coast, fairly secluded and within walking distance of some of the most beautiful sandy white beach you’ve ever seen.
“Dad, I’m not sure going there all alone with Mom is kind of vacation I need right now,” I said frankly.
“Don’t worry about Paula; I’ll make sure she understands this isn’t some romantic getaway. There’s two bedrooms and plenty of space to be alone if you want to. Paula will probably spend most of her time on the beach anyway, so you’ll have as much time to yourself as you want.”
“Okay, you win,” I said.
**
We weren’t going to be able to depart until early evening, so Mom and I decided to have dinner at home before leaving for the almost three hour drive to the beach house. Although the plan was to only stay for a few days, neither of us was on any specific timetable and so as long as nothing changed back at home with Dad he assured us that we should stay as long as we wanted to without feeling any pressure to return.
It was almost 10 PM when we arrived, and Mom immediately set out to stock a few groceries we’d brought with us while I phoned Mr. Harris, our nearest neighbor. He lived about ten minutes away, and along with the high tech lock and security system kept that the house safe would check in once a week just to make sure everything was well kept and secure. Dad also had a home cleaning service come in once a month to do basic things like dusting, and a landscaping company that came regularly to maintain the outdoor property, all of whom reported to Mr. Harris. Of course, Dad made sure Mr. Harris was well compensated for all of this, and all we really has to do was let him know things like when we were planning to come over and how long we were expecting to stay. After that we both unpacked a few items into our respective bedrooms; I didn’t have much but Mom, not surprisingly, had brought several suitcases worth and therefore just put away a few essentials for tonight, leaving the rest for tomorrow.
“I’m feeling pretty tired; think I call it a night,” Mom said after we finished. “What about you?”
“I’ll stay up a bit longer, maybe do a walk-through of the house to make sure everything looks okay,” I replied.
“Okay then, goodnight dear.”
I’m not much of a drinker, but I didn’t feel like going to sleep just yet, so I made myself a scotch and soda and took it with me as I went to check around the house. I ended back where I started when I was done and, still not feeling quite ready to go to bed, decided to light up the large gas fireplace in the living room and lie down in front of it for a bit.
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