A Fresh Start
Caution: This Do-Over Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Historical, Military, School, Rags To Riches, DoOver, Time Travel, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, First, Oral Sex, Voyeurism,
Desc: Do-Over Sex Story: Prologue - Aladdin's Lamp sends me back to my teenage years. Will I make the same mistakes, or new ones, and can I reclaim my life? Note: Some codes apply to future chapters. The sex in the story develops slowly.
Thursday, July 14, 2022
"Mom, can I have the keys to the car?!" Elsie's yell reverberated around the house.
I glanced over at Elspeth's mother, my daughter-in-law Janine. "She's driving?"
Janine simply rolled her eyes. "Yeah, she's driving me crazy!" We were standing in her kitchen, with me leaning against the counter watching as she rolled out a pie crust. Every once in a while I would try to sneak a little cherry pie filling, but she would wave her rolling pin at me and shoo me away. "And you're not helping me either!"
Elsie and her thirteen year old sister, Gwynneth, came bounding into the kitchen. "Mom, did you hear me? I need the car keys."
Janine looked at her eldest daughter in a very unsympathetic way. "Since when do you get to drive by yourself? You only have a learner's permit..."
Elsie, all of sixteen and full of teenage angst, simply rolled her eyes. "Mom, I know how to drive!" she whined.
" ... And you know you have to have someone with you until you get your license."
"I can go with her!", piped up Gwynnie.
"Someone with a license.", finished Janine.
"Mom!" complained my granddaughter. I just smiled at her mother. I love my grandkids dearly, but the girls were a handful. "Well, you can go."
Janine groaned. "I'm busy. I'm cooking."
"But Mom, I have to go!" The whining was getting overwhelming.
Janine wasn't buying any of it. "Uh, huh. I'm making pies for your cheerleading bake sale, so I suppose I can always throw them away..."
I gave a horrified look at this - Janine makes a mean pie! - but Elsie immediately protested that she needed her mother to do both. Janine simply shrugged and gave a look of total disinterest.
"I can go with the girls." I interjected. They all looked at me. "Hey, I've still got my license."
"Yes!" cried Elsie. She ran off to her bedroom.
"Shotgun!" screamed Gwynnie. She took off to her bedroom. "Shotgun!"
Janine gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head over at me. "You are too good with those two."
I just laughed. "I'm the grandpa. My job is to be easy. Load 'em up on sugar and give 'em back to the owners, remember.", I said, reminding her of one of Marilyn's and my favorite sayings about our grandchildren. The other, 'grandchildren are a grandparent's revenge.' was equally appropriate. "When do we need to be home by?" I asked.
She glanced at the clock over the stove. "If you are back by five, Parker will be home by then, and we can have dinner by six."
I nodded. I had already seen her putting some chicken parts in a marinade. My son Parker was currently working a day shift at the power plant. After twenty years as a nuclear power plant operator in the Navy, he had taken retirement and was now a nuclear power plant operator at the Ginna plant outside of Rochester.
"I'd better get ready myself." Upstairs I could hear the girls rampaging through the bathroom.
Janine simply snorted. "Sucker!"
I headed down the basement stairs to the small apartment I rented. I changed into a clean shirt and put a pair of socks on before slipping into my loafers. Then I grabbed my cane and a windbreaker, pulled my fedora on, and climbed back up the stairs. The girls were already out the door and waiting for me impatiently. As soon as they saw me, they scrambled into the driver and passenger seats. I simply shook my head and walked up to where Gwynnie was sitting in the front passenger seat. I stood at the door and pointedly hooked my thumb towards the back seat.
Gwynnie opened the door and whined. "I called shotgun!"
"If I am the adult licensed driver, I have to be up here." I stepped back to let her out.
She climbed out with undisguised ill grace. "This is so not fair!" I just shooed her towards the rear and climbed into the front seat.
Elsie laughed. "I know where I'm sitting, anyway!" She already had the key in the ignition.
Gwynnie made an unprintable comment, although she did have the good grace to look at me guiltily afterwards. I decided to let it slide. I focused on being the responsible adult, and made sure both girls were buckled in. "So, what's the plan?"
"We're going to the mall!" Elsie moved to turn the key in the ignition and I stopped her.
"Hold it. More detail. How are you getting there? What roads? Where are you going to park?" I peppered her with a few more questions related to the drive over.
Elsie gave a very exasperated sigh and answered before I would allow her to continue, even though her kid sister kept urging her to 'Go!' After a minute, I relented and allowed her to go, although I insisted we go by a slightly different route. I wanted her to practice a little more before she took me out on the highway. It wasn't that she was a bad driver. She was a fairly typical sixteen year old female driver, otherwise known as an accident in the making. More than once she and Gwynnie got so wrapped up in their conversation I had to rap my cane against the dashboard to get her to pay attention.
I hadn't expected my life to end up this way. Marilyn and I had our own home, and our oldest girl, Alison, had lived with us. But then, two years ago, Marilyn had dropped dead of a heart attack. She was only 66 at the time, but she always swore she would outlive me. I had known better; she never took decent care of herself, and was far too heavy, heavier even than me, and I'm not small. Worse was last year, when Alison died of congestive heart failure. Both Marilyn and I had been expecting this. Alison had Williams Syndrome, and in addition to the mild retardation (which was why she lived with us still) she also had the typical heart problems involved. The average Williams Syndrome patient dies of heart disease in their fifties, but Alison was only 42.
There's a difference between the expectation and the reality. I no longer wanted to live in the house. Parker and Janine offered to set up an apartment in their basement, so I put the house on the market and took the first offer. It wasn't much, but it paid off the home equity loan and credit cards. I cut up my credit cards, pocketed a little cash, and moved in with the kids. I mostly kept to myself. I'm a bit of a loner by nature. I kept out of the way and tried to be useful.
Money was okay, at least for the moment. I still had the car, but at 67 I almost never drive. Between Social Security and my 401(k) and an IRA, I get by easily enough, at least as long as I can live with the kids and eat with them. I can't complain anyway. We are fourteen years into the Great Recession, and I am damn glad Parker has a decent good-paying job.
Not much has changed in the years since the bottom fell out in 2008. Unemployment is stuck at around 15%, banks still won't loan money, companies still send jobs to China, and the politicians still lie about how this is the greatest country in the world.
They can't export nuclear power plants, so Parker is probably secure. Our youngest daughter, Maggie, and her husband, Jackson, have both emigrated to Canada to work for the Chinese company that bought General Electric. She used to work in Schenectady, but when that was shut down, they transferred her to a plant in Montreal. I'll stay with them for a few weeks before the summer is out. Montreal is a very nice and cosmopolitan city, clean and modern, much nicer than most American cities these days.
At least New York is still American. The US is still fifty states, but for the last few years Montana, Idaho, and both the Dakotas have declared 'independence'. You can still travel there, but the militias are running loose, and blacks and Hispanics take their lives in their hands crossing the state lines. The President and the Congress dither and nothing gets done, and after the 2020 election, the Montana congressman never even bothered to show up in Washington to be sworn in. The border states next to Mexico aren't much worse, what with martial law and the ongoing drug war between the US and the cartels which bought Mexico.
Probably the most independent state is California, now going by the old 'Republic of California' name, although not too many people pay attention to that. When the Tea Party took control of things in 2020, they immediately shut down half the government, including the departments of Education, Transportation, Housing and Urban Development, and Health and Social Services. Oh, the departments are still there, but with a budget of $0, they had to lay off every single employee, and then they refused to approve any candidates for the Secretary positions. California, faced with the loss of half of its school funding, half of its highway funds, and worst of all, all Medicaid and Medicare, revolted. They finally got their own act together, raised their taxes, and began printing their own money! You can't use it anywhere outside of California, but China recently began buying bonds denominated in 'Golden Bears', as they call their currency. Washington protested, but China flipped them the finger.
My father was part of the 'Greatest Generation' and I am glad he never lived to see the mess us Baby Boomers made of things. Of course, I won't be around to see much more, anyway. Alzheimer's runs in the family, and if I make it past seventy knowing my own name, I'll probably be lucky. With any luck, I'll have enough cash the kids can put me in a home. Or maybe I'll just take a long walk off a short pier and get it out of the way first. I saw how Dad went out, and none of us want to linger like that.
At the mall the girls scampered out and headed inside. I made sure to lock the car and followed them in slowly. They didn't need me following them around. I kept them in view as they found some friends (they must have texted each other and set up a meeting) and did some window shopping. I was totally forgotten by them. I eyed the girls splitting apart and settling in with their own friends. I had a cell phone in my pocket, not one of the fancy gizmos they had, but it could still send out a message. When it got time to head home for dinner, I'd track them down.
I wandered through the mall, glancing in windows. I always liked looking in the Frederick's of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret windows, even though that part of my life is over. Marilyn had thought it childish of me, but she also would always wear whatever I picked up for her. I continued onwards, eventually stopping in an antiques store. Nobody was going to wait on an old fart like me, and I wasn't looking for any help. Glancing out the store window, I could see both my granddaughters moving through the mall with their little posses, totally oblivious to where I was.
The owner of the store came up to me, some sort of Indian or Sikh or Turk or something. He had a turban on his head anyway, even though the rest of his clothing was Western. "See anything you like?" he asked.
I just shook my head and smiled. Tilting my head towards the interior of the mall, I just replied "Just my granddaughters." I pointed them out to him.
"Very lovely young ladies." he agreed. They were, too. Elsie is the spitting image of her mother, a busty little blonde. Gwynnie is taller, still almost coltish, and will probably be slimmer.
I picked up a small brass oil lamp. Glancing back at the girls, I said, "You know, youth is wasted on the young. I wish I were a teenager again."
A strange pressure began building in my chest as I finished the sentence. I dropped my cane as the pain built, and my breath became short. I might not have to worry about Alzheimer's after all...