Tom and May sold their small mid western farm when they were about fifty-five. The farm was not making money any more. Their main source of income these days was the various crafts and art works they sold at fairs, flea markets and craft shows. The money from the farm was enough to buy a two-bedroom ranch in one of the many over-55 communities in northern Florida with enough left over for a health insurance policy and a small emergency savings account. Oakdale Estates was better than a trailer park, but it was one of the lesser expensive communities. Still it had two outdoor pools, a clubhouse and a meeting hall. Nearly a third of the homeowners were snowbirds. You know, the ones who came down only in the winter months.
Tom and May were close friends with only two other families in the community. As they celebrated their sixtieth birthdays (not only were they the same age, but their birthdays were only a week apart), they were looking forward to early social security when they turned sixty-two. Tom was a veteran so the VA clinic gave him basic care and cheap drugs. Tom was in pretty good shape at sixty. He took his little dog for a daily mile walk plus he liked to putter around the yard when they weren't off to a show or fair. He still had most of his hair, which kept its color of sandy brown. He was a bit overweight, but was generally the kind you hardly notice.
May was doing less well. She had circulation problems in her legs and was more than a bit overweight. She was losing her hair, which was already completely gray. Her body just seemed to sag. Except for their craft activities, they had no outside interests. They couldn't or wouldn't discourse on neither sports nor politics. There had no interest in fashions or even the events put on by the community. You could say they were quite self-contained.
For their sixtieth birthdays, all three of their children came down with their children for a couple of days. The little house was quite crowded, although their son and his family stayed at a motel. But they enjoyed having the family together until the second evening when the arguments began, destroying their serenity. They held themselves together knowing that everyone was leaving the morning after next. At least the grandkids could go down to one of the pools.
The night before their children were to leave, Janice told them that she and Bill were getting divorced and she wanted to stay and live with them. Bill was going to take their daughter. Janice preferred the free life. She was taller than both her parents at five foot nine. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes, looking more like the Viking maiden warrior of her parent's descendents than her parents did. She was best described as rangy rather than as pretty. She had fairly large breasts, but since she never wore a bra, she couldn't tell you their size, besides they hung low, but she had a flat stomach and a flat butt. She liked motorcycles. She picked her men rather than they picked her. Her standard attire was a pair of tight shorts, a halter-top and sandals. She was not a clotheshorse by any means, although she did have a sundress and another dress for dress up days.
Just before Thanksgiving, May fell down and broke her leg, knee and hip. Her health had deteriorated and now she was bed ridden after a month in a nursing home to recover from the operations. Sadly she never recovered and died a month after Christmas. Tom was disconsolate. Then the next week, his best friend across the street had a heart attack and was given just months to live. His world was shattered and smaller. He only had Janice to turn to for comfort. They gave each other comfort.
As the days past, they grew closer than they ever had been. When Tom got the flu, Janice cared for him. Even moving into his bedroom to be near by. One particularly bad night, Janice held him close to keep him warm. In the morning he was feeling better, but he held on to Janice. Finally at noon, he let her go. She slipped out of her long t-shirt worn as a nightshirt, and put on her shorts and halter-top and went into the kitchen to make soup for lunch.
After a couple of days, Tom felt well enough to get out of bed and sit in the sun. He was on the road to recovery. That night Janice went to sleep in her own room. In the morning Tom had a relapse, so Janice moved back to his room for the night. The following night she asked if he needed her to stay with him and he asked her to stay.
Very early in the morning, around four AM, Janice awoke and found Tom's hand on her breast, one finger toying with her nipple. She didn't know what to do. Her father must be dreaming that mother was in bed with him. It felt good, so she let it be.
The next night, Tom again asked her to sleep in his bed. She really wanted to spend time alone with her toys. She knew that he knew she had toys for when she had no boyfriend, so she brought one to bed. A vibrator shaped like a penis. When she thought he was asleep she slipped the vibrator in and put it on low vibrations. It felt good, but she was restrained from full enjoyment due to being with Tom. She dozed off with it still inside and vibrating. She was awakened by Tom pressed close to her. He had a stiffy and it was right on her ass crack. Again the hand came around to fondle her nipple. The vibrator was starting to excite her and her pussy was getting very wet.
She tried to gently slide away to get out of bed when her father grabbed her tightly to him "Don't leave."
"Dad! Are you awake?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing? I'm not Mom, its Janice."
"I know."
"You shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not. I am horny and your are my favorite daughter. You have no one else and you're reduced to using toys."
