Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 32
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 32 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I woke up early Sunday morning, planning to get in a quick run before my shift at the store. It would be my first 10:00am opening shift, which would be an interesting experience.
Sadly, I knew I wouldn’t get to play around with Crystal after work. There would be another girl working with us till the 5:00pm close. When I moved to get out of bed, though, I realized it might be for the best. I was sore, very sore down there from the previous day’s meeting with Brian. Moving my hand down, I touched the tender flesh around my opening and flinched. I don’t think I’ve felt that much pain in my crotch since my threesome with Brad and Tucker. I thought about canceling my run and climbing back into bed. It was still a few hours before work, but I decided to tough it out as I had previously.
Gingerly climbing out of bed, I walked to the window and opened the curtains. The sky was cloudy and grey, but there was no rain yet. It seemed like even the weather was against me today, but I was determined. I put on my housecoat and opened my bedroom door. I needed to use the washroom before getting dressed for my run.
“You’re up early,” Mom said when she saw me heading towards the washroom. I was doing my best not to limp. She had her usual mug of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. I didn’t see where Dad was yet.
“Yeah, I thought I’d get a quick run in this morning before work,” I replied, still creeping towards my goal.
Mom looked at me funny, I wondered if she could see the discomfort on my face. I just wanted to get into the safety of the washroom.
“Are you ok?” Mom asked, her eyes examining me carefully.
“Yes, just have to pee really badly.” I’d hoped that would give me a little cover.
“Ok, if that’s all it is, I’ll leave you to it. If there’s something else you want to tell me, though, you can.”
With that, she turned away and walked towards the kitchen. I think she knew but didn’t say anything. While Mom was always glued to her phone, she certainly saw more than I’d ever given her credit for. The recent knowledge of her past dalliances in college made me suspect she’s had similar rough mornings to mine and knew the signs. Still, I wasn’t about to admit to anything I didn’t have to.
She wanted me to be open with her, like she ended up being with her mother; but I just couldn’t do that ... not yet. Much like with Brian’s well-meaning attempt to ask me out, I still didn’t know me yet: what I wanted; what I needed; and what my boundaries were. I needed to find that out on my own.
Sure, I talked to Riley about everything, no matter how depraved, but she was special to me. She was my sounding board, my conscience, my friend, and my lover. I could tell her anything, and she’d still support and love me. I could also expect her honest assessment and opinions of things, but without judgment and derision.
My old friends now knew of most of my exploits, but I still wasn’t too sure if that was the right decision or not. They took it well, mostly. I couldn’t tell if they accepted my new life choices or were just amused by the sudden change; especially Becca. Val was a whole other can of worms. Neither one, I really felt, could be fully trusted with the whole unvarnished truth, like I do with Riley.
I thought about those things as I did my business in the washroom. Mom just didn’t really need to know the depths I’d gone to with my explorations, I concluded, as I reached for the door handle. Besides, I think my Mom had her hands full already with my Dad, who was still dealing with his own demons ... or whatever was wrong. Mom never clarified those to me or the extent of her own previous life. Why should I get into specifics of mine?
I stepped out of the washroom feeling a bit better - mentally, at least. Physically, I still felt pretty rough. I went to my room to change into my running gear - pain and weather be damned. Mom must have heard me. Before I shut the bedroom door, she said, “You can stretch out in the living room - your father’s out.”
“Ok, Mom,” I called back, wondering what that meant. Since I was so sore, would it be a good idea to stretch in the living room with my Mom hovering around? Where’d Dad go?
I let both of those thoughts roll around in my head as I changed. My panties and tight running shorts had to go on a bit slower than normal, but otherwise, I was ready in about ten minutes. I decided to stretch in the living room just to have more space. I slid on my socks and tied my hair into a ponytail before stepping back out into the rest of the world.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked, taking a seat on the floor and stretching my hamstrings.
“Went for a run on his own,” said Mom, sitting down on the couch near me. She’d poured herself another cup of coffee, hot steam billowed from the top.
“Oh...” I replied, disappointment dripped from the simple syllable.
“I asked him to wait, but...” she trailed off.
I wish I could say I was getting used to both of their mild neglect of me. Sure, I could take care of myself, but I felt less and less welcome in my own home. It just made me want to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Will he always hate me?” I asked after a few long minutes of silence.
“He doesn’t hate you, sweetheart. He’s just confused ... Give him time,” Mom replied, her eyes downcast as she spoke. She couldn’t look me in the eyes.
“How long am I going to be punished? Living as a ghost that haunts this place, trapped mostly in my room, afraid to leave and cause a fight.” My voice increased with each word to a dull roar.
That seemed to catch Mom’s attention, and her head snapped up quickly. Her eyes suddenly glistened with what I suspected were oncoming tears. It must have caught her off guard. She didn’t respond as I robotically continued my stretching, and the physical pain was lost to the internal ones.
“I ... I’m trying...” she finally said, breaking the silence. A tear ran down her face. I felt some regret for laying this on her, but Dad wouldn’t talk to me at all. She became the target of my building resentment.
I stood up, walking to the door to put my shoes on. I hadn’t finished my full routine, but I was done ... just done.
“Honey, I wish things were different. I really do,” Mom said, stepping towards me.
“I’m sure you do. Probably regretting the decision to have me. Bet you secretly wish I’d died in that hospital after being born, so your lives would be better off,” I replied spitefully, tugging my shoelaces tightly on my right shoe.
“Don’t say that! Don’t ever think that, Jane! We were blessed the day you were born, and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.” More tears flowed down her face. I had really hurt her, but I was too angry at that moment to apologize. I’d likely regret it later, but I was bursting with weeks’ worth of pent-up hostilities, and it just came firing out.
“One day I’ll be gone, and you can forget I was ever here - your pathetic excuse for a daughter. Now, I’m a sick perverted slut ... just like her mother.”
Mom had moved towards me, her arms out to give me a hug as I stood up. As my words hit, she stopped immediately, and her arms dropped. She looked stunned and devastated. It seemed like I’d landed the knock-out blow. It was time for me to go.
Mom’s voice sounded weak as she spoke, choking back tears, “We’ll get through this, I promise...”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mom.” With that, I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, slamming it closed behind me.
I made my way down the stairs, my feet angrily clomping down each step like a charging rhino. I needed fresh air and to get outside as fast as possible. I felt like I was ready to break again, like I had yesterday, only I didn’t have someone like Brian to comfort me. With each flight of stairs I descended, I should have felt better, but I didn’t. When I finally pushed open the front doors, my feet hit the concrete steps to the sidewalk, and I was near tears. Not knowing what else to do besides standing there crying in front of my building, I kicked off at a moderate pace and made my way towards the park.
The air was heavy in my lungs. Rain was likely coming soon, and I made my way along the roads. Sunday morning traffic was light, with most people still tucked in their beds or staying home with family. The thought of parents and kids sitting around a table happily having brunch caught in my throat, making it harder for me to breathe, as tears streamed down my face. I hoped that due to the incoming inclement weather, the park would be quieter than normal without the usual baby strollers and morning power-walkers.
With the gates to the park in sight, I quickened my gait. I crossed the road and sought the safety of the park beyond those familiar gates. Three yards from salvation, my Dad turned the corner exiting the park.
He looked up at me while I turned my head to look away. I didn’t want him to see me, I just wanted to be left alone. I wanted to enjoy my run and burn off my anger and frustration before going to work.
“Jane?” I heard Dad’s voice say over the music from my earbuds. I ran past him, pretending I didn’t see or hear him.
“JANE, are you ok?” His voice followed me as I passed through the gates and into the park. I ran faster. I felt a drop of rain on my arm, but it could have just been a tear; they were flowing freely now.
He called out to me again, “JANE WAIT!”, he seemed to be keeping pace behind me. I dared not look back and pushed myself to run faster. I was being chased when all I wanted was peace and quiet.
I thought I felt a hand touch mine on the backswing, but I didn’t stop until I felt the pull on my arm. I was yanked to a stop, despite me trying to struggle free for a second.
“Let GO!” I yelled, turning around as my Dad held onto my arm. The rest of him keeled over, breathing heavily. His face was bright red, like a tomato, and sweat poured down his face. His shirt was absolutely soaked.
“Please ... what’s ... wrong...” he struggled to say, spitting and sucking in air as he spoke in broken, winded words.
“Leave me alone, Dad,” I said loudly, yanking my arm free. He didn’t have the strength or oxygen left to hang on.
“Jane ... I’m ... worried ... about-”
“Save it!” I shouted over him. “You don’t get to ignore me most of the time and then pretend to care.”
He tried to stand upright but dropped back down, bent in half. “Jane I ca-”
“Don’t give me that. I don’t need it.”
A couple more drops of rain fell on my head. I could feel the sky ready to split open and unleash hell. I could relate. If it hadn’t been for a runner escaping the oncoming rain, I might have said something I’d regretted later.
“Miss, is everything okay? Should I call the cops?” she asked, having heard the elevated voices on her way out of the park. She looked to be in her thirties, fit, and with the side of her head shaved, not one to be trifled with. Her hand suspiciously buried inside her running pack, I didn’t know if she had pepper spray or a gun.
“I’m her ... father...” Dad managed to say, still wheezing heavily. I must have been running hard.
“I don’t care if you’re the Almighty Himself. Let her go!” the woman yelled down at him with venomous spite. She turned back to me. “Do you want me to get you somewhere safe before it rains?”
“I appreciate the help, but I’m ok. I just want to complete my run,” I replied without looking at my father.
The woman looked at me with a mix of confusion and concern. “Are you sure? It’s gonna come down in sheets! And then there’s him...” she motioned her head down towards Dad.
“I’m sure. He can barely stand, so I should be fine, and he can struggle home by himself.”
The woman nodded, “Suit yourself. You head off, and I’ll give you a minute before I go.”
“Thanks, uh...” I trailed off, realizing I didn’t know her name.
“Madge,” she said. “ ... and we women need to look after each other.”
I smiled, “Thanks, Madge.”
With that, I turned and headed towards the first corner on the path, the rain picking up its pace as I did. I thought I heard my Dad call out one last time, but it could have been my imagination or the rain. Either way, I wasn’t about to turn around to find out.
For the rest of my run, it was impossible for me to tell if I was crying or not. The rain was so hard. All I knew was that I didn’t want to go home afterward. I hoped Riley was saving her money, too. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand living at home.
I walked in the door, expecting the worst when I got home. My hair clung to the back of my neck, the ponytail having been pulled out when I got to the front door of the building. My shoes were making a horrible squelching sound with each step, and I left small lakes of water wherever I went.
With extreme caution, I peeked around the corner of the front entrance into the living room and towards the kitchen. I expected a not-so-welcoming committee upon my arrival but found none. My Dad did get home. His running shoes were left on the front mat. That woman hadn’t murdered him. I took off mine and turned them upside down, creating small puddles where the water was poured out. I headed further inside.
It seemed eerily quiet, at first, as I headed towards my bedroom. Mom’s mug from earlier was sitting on the counter, still with half a cup left. Their keys were still by the door, so they hadn’t left, and I didn’t hear the sound of the shower running.
I’d decided during my run that I’d shower and change at Mrs. Beauchamp’s place, since she wasn’t going to be back till later this evening. I’d just bring a backpack of supplies and a towel with me and then take it to work after. I’d have to remember to bring my umbrella with me though, so my nice work clothes wouldn’t get soaked.
My wet socks left footprints on the floor as I made my way through the kitchen and towards my bedroom. I wanted a drink of water for my dry throat, but didn’t want to linger. I turned left and stopped in the bathroom to grab my towel and shower supplies; just enough for today. As I exited, I noticed my parents’ bedroom door was closed. I could have sworn it was open when I left, but I continued onward to my room.
I stripped out of my wet running clothes and tossed them on the back of my desk chair to dry. I quickly tossed on a skirt and nice top, not bothering with underwear; I tossed those in the bag instead. Next in were: a pair of low-heeled pumps, basic glossy black; a pair of jeans for after work; and my phone charger.
I walked slowly out of my room, trying to keep myself from making any noise. I was just passing my parents’ room when I could hear their voices inside. They were speaking quietly, not yelling, which was a nice change; but it did feel more ominous. I wanted to get out of there, but a piece of their conversation caught my ear.
“We can’t live like this. You have to do something...” Mom’s voice said. I could tell she was choked up.
“What do you want me to do, Janet? I can’t do that.” That was Dad, who seemed just as upset, but they clearly didn’t want anyone, specifically me, to hear this argument. I had to know why. I pressed my ear against the door to listen better.
“Talk to someone, anyone, Chris. A therapist, a doctor, or a priest for God’s sake. You can’t keep acting out this way at me, and especially towards Jane.”
“You don’t understand, Janet ... you couldn’t ... she’s upset now, but she’s better off ... I know it.”
“If you don’t do something soon, we might lose her forever. She already thinks we hate her and that she’s ruined our lives...”
“She’s just being an over-dramatic teenager. You know they can be...”
“Chris, she literally ran away from you as fast as she could. I feel like that’s a pretty clear sign. The way she spoke to me earlier ... You need to fix this before ... What was that?”
I had shifted my weight from one foot to the other, not realizing I was on a creaky floorboard. The sound seemed like a crash of thunder amongst the dead silence elsewhere.
“Jane, are you home?” I heard Mom call out.
I didn’t stand around to hear anything else. I booked it to the door, grabbing the keys to Mrs. Beauchamp’s place, my jacket, and my rain boots; the front door slamming shut as I ran down the flight of stairs, turned the key, and locked it on the other side. I heard footsteps run down the stairs after me, but they carried on towards the main entrance. I didn’t know what to do now, but I knew I had to be at work in an hour and a half. I didn’t want to miss a single shift; every dollar mattered.
Showered and dressed in my work clothes, I sat waiting to leave for work. I hoped the rain would cease, and that would improve my mood; but I doubted either would happen. I also needed to think of a plan on where to go at the end of my shift. I know I didn’t want to go home, at least tonight, but I didn’t know where else I could spend the night.
I wish Riley lived closer, or I had my own car, then I could hide out at her place for a couple of days. I’m sure Curtis would love to see me for a few nights. I’d let him do anything he wanted in any way he wanted as compensation. Maybe we could have a threesome with Riley, too. Unfortunately, they were both a couple hours away, and I didn’t have any way to get to them.
I texted Brad, but he didn’t want to get trapped in between my parents and me. It made sense. Despite everything, Brad was scared of my Dad. He was already taking a large risk by letting me come over at night, not that I didn’t compensate him for his troubles. I didn’t push him very hard over it either since I didn’t want him to back out of our plans for Wednesday night. After the past few days, I needed a good, strong submission session where a guy really goes to town on me. No hugs or cuddles, just raw, uninhibited nasty sex.
That left two other options: Becca and Val. I tried Becca first, hoping against hope she’d let me stay over, but she couldn’t. They had an aunt staying over or something, so she was already sleeping on the couch, having lost her bed to family. That left Val ... and I didn’t want to make that call. I looked at the clock, 9:15, and decided to procrastinate for a while longer. Maybe I could come up with another secret option I hadn’t thought about yet. I decided to make my way to work a little early, hoping someone would be there to let me in before the store opened.
When I stepped outside onto the sidewalk, I popped the umbrella and tightened up my coat. The rain hadn’t slowed at all. It just poured down hard and fast, causing large puddles on the roads and sidewalks that I had to maneuver around. My boots were waterproof, so my feet stayed dry from the bottom, but rain seemed to splash up over the top, soaking my socks. I’d likely have to go without when I got to work.
I arrived at the store twenty minutes early, and the door was still locked. Peering inside the front window, I could see the lights were still on but not much else. Not having been on this side of the security gate before, it did give me a good sense of privacy so that no one could see what we were doing in there. No wandering eye could see me cleaning the store naked or servicing my boss by the registers.
I knocked on the door, hoping Crystal was inside. I didn’t see any movement beyond a shadow cast by something near a wall; maybe she just couldn’t hear me. I knocked louder on the glass door, trying to out-racket the pouring rain. The shadow moved; someone was in there. I watched it shift around the walls, doing something. It was near one of the displays close by, so I knocked again loudly. I followed the shadow towards the next display, standing on my toes to try to see who it was. I turned back towards the gate and was startled by a black slender oval face with dark brown eyes staring back at me.
“We’re closed, come back at 10:00,” the woman said through the glass door.
“Let me in!” I yelled, pulling on the handle. “I work here.”
The woman turned her head towards the shadow on the other side of the gate; she was clearly talking to the other person. I couldn’t make out much of what she said other than, “damned entitled customers ... some ... blonde girl...” and then she walked away from the door.
Wet and enraged, I was about to thump so hard on the door that I might break it when Crystal ran around the gate and saw me. She immediately unlocked the door and let me in.