On the Loveseat: What If?
And so here we are, Dear Readers, at the end. The real end!
This chapter is a series of alternate endings that many have requested for the main story. There was never a chance of the ending being anything but what it was, but I did go over some different outcomes and with those asking for them, I thought about what if they did happen. So, I wrote them out and I present them here. The format follows the main story for the most part, told from Jeremy's point of view, but not in the same detail and some portions of time are skipped over. All of the various episodes split off from the main story at some specific point of which is given at the beginning of each alternate scenario and then continues on to the new ending.
This had been intended to be part of the Appendix chapter, but grew too long and is here by itself.
As to this chapter's title, I'm an old comic book fan and one of my favs was the
Marvel
title,
What If?
which was a series about if history had been different for various superheroes. It fit the concept of this installment, so I used it.
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I'm not going to give away the ending of any of these episodes at the start, but they are the most requested outcomes since the story began. The first one starts off near the end of chapter 18 while dad is out celebrating with his work friends and Jenny and Jeremy are taking advantage of his absence (right before the breakup). I'm including a short bit from chapter 18 so that you can see where this splits off of from the main story.
Jeremy and Jenny are just finishing a round of sex ...
"That was nice." She said breathily.
"Nice, or
nice
nice?" I asked implying our euphemism for incredible, amazing, stupendous ...
"
Very nice
nice." Jenny responded so happily, with her face also indicating her intention with its nice glow.
"Yes, yes it was." I agreed wholeheartedly.
"We're going to go again?" She asked.
As if it was necessary to ask.
"All night long, love." I pulled her head down, staring into her eyes until our lips met.
A minute or two later, but it might have been a dozen or more, Jenny lifted up her face from mine.
"Justin won't be gone that long."
I didn't want dad to be brought up at all tonight. I was in bed with my cute sexy cheerleader!
"I'm sure it won't be that early. The guys he works with will guarantee that. Especially if they're drinking." I countered.
"I'm sure they will be, but he isn't usually up that late. He'll get tired and leave."
"He isn't driving home, I hope."
He may be my rival for Jenny's affections, but I did love my father and didn't want any harm to befall him. I just didn't want him finding me in bed with Jenny!
"No, he said he'd get a cab or one of those driving services if he had anything to drink. And knowing your father, he had a beer in his hand as soon as he got there!" There was a tone of concern mixed with one of disdain in Jenny's voice.
"I'm sure." And to change the subject I jerked my hips upward, reminding Jenny of my condition and my desire.
I grabbed her shoulders tight and rolled us over so that I was again on top of her lithe and yet curvy figure.
"Are you saying we're done talking?" Jenny asked with a sexy smile.
"Depends on which lips you're going to be using." I declared with another thrust between her thighs.
"I can't talk with those lips if you're going to put that huge tongue between them!" Jenny giggled as she wriggled her hips to match my pistoning cock.
My not-so-huge tongue dug its way between her ruby lips, ending all conversation. The verbal kind anyway. Our bodies were speaking volumes to each other!
The first time we had been making love. This time wasn't that.
I drove ferociously into her. She just as ferociously took me in.
We were animalistic, vicious, and primal. Each of us trying to make the other orgasm before bursting ourselves. We were two thunderstorms crashing together, molten steel pouring into icy water, a mountain avalanche falling into a granite cliff, each irresistible and resolute. Without another soul in the house, we neither held back nor kept silent our enthusiastic expression of our desire, our passion, or our love. I was the pile driver and she, the deep well.
Each of us couldn't last very long with the pace we were going and the energy we were burning. I did manage to last longer than Jenny again. And not only did she orgasm before me, she did so twice; one not long after the other, her body still twitching as the second wave of tidal force pushed her beyond awareness. My dick held off through her spasming pussy muscles before I too exploded with ecstatic delight.
Twice, or three times for Jenny, should have satiated either of us, but we were both still wanting, and hungry for more.
I paused my thrusts for only a moment. Jenny stared at me longingly, her hips still bucking up at mine. I answered her desire and her need, and my own, and breathlessly resumed my fierce fucking. My sweat dripping off me like a rainstorm, Jenny's body accepting it like a forest pool.
And the moment of divergence ...
I was going all out and rushing for the finish line, Jenny beneath me was far ahead of me in that race.
Neither of us heard, nor noticed my bedroom door open, until ...
"What the Hell is going on here?"
I barely registered the voice and only that there was another person in the room!
Then my heart was in my mouth and my body froze as if petrified while in mid-stroke.
Dad's voice!
Which meant that the person was my father!
Dad was in the room; my room!
With me mounted on Jenny, my mom! His wife!
My eyes then found him, standing in my doorway. His expression was one of shock, of course, how could it not be! He stared at the two of us locked together as we were, in the middle of coitus. There was no denying what we were doing; this couldn't be explained away as a massage, or that this was a yoga pose! We were having sex! Fucking! His son and his wife! Together.
My brain scrambled and with my body locked in the middle of pushing my dick in Jenny's tight pussy, I was like a lump of stone and just as witless.
"Justin!" Mom screamed in surprise as she realized our predicament.
She was still capable of movement and coherent thoughts. She pushed up on me and managed to get my lifeless body off of her. Mom then wrapped a sheet over her naked form which was silly, as dad and I had both seen her without clothes countless times!
Dad was in my room!
He had discovered us together!
My brain was finally rubbing two sticks together and managing to realize that my existence was about to perish.
"It's not what it looks like!" Mom wailed out as she knelt on my bed, her son's bed! With me just beginning to move and my erection still evident.
"It looks like the two of you were fucking your brains out!"
It had been exactly that!
Maybe that's why I couldn't think straight! I had few brains left!
"Justin, let me explain!" Mom tried to stand while pulling the sheet off the bed with her.
"I don't think you can explain this, Jenny!" Dad said with his voice only slightly louder than usual.
As my brain cells fired, I realized that he didn't seem as mad as I had thought he would be for this illicit discovery. Was he in as much shock as I?
"Let's go to our room, honey!" Mom spoke in a rush. "We can talk there. We don't have to include Jeremy in this. This isn't his fault. I can try to explain."
Mom took dad's forearm and tried to lead him out of the room.
My dad's eyes pierced into me like twin claymores (the swords, not the ordinance) and the little bit of brain power I had at that moment left me in retreat. I just fell onto my bed staring at my darkened ceiling as it would be the last thing I would ever see.
Mom did get dad into the hall and she shut the door behind her as if that would protect me for a bit longer.
Dad didn't say anything more, or nothing that I could hear. I didn't expect him to be that quiet if he had spoken, so I thought he had kept his silence. I didn't know what that portended and assumed that he was so angry at our betrayal and deceit that he had no more words.
I listened to every creak of our house, every squeak from the gentle wind blowing outside, trying to hear something, anything from my parents downstairs. I expected that my door would explode open and that my life would pass before my eyes right before I died at my father's hands.
I thought I could hear muffled voices, but neither of their words were loud enough to decipher.
I had to force myself to breathe as my room grew darker from lack of oxygen as I tried to hear what my mortal fate would be. At least, if my life passed before my eyes, the last few months would give me a good show before I died!
I grinned at that.
The longer things went, the more hopeful that I wouldn't die that day, or night.
It didn't mean that my life wouldn't be changed forever by this turn of events. I couldn't even comprehend the results of this upheaval.
Then I heard something, something I hadn't expected to hear.
"Jeremy!" Mom's clear mellifluous voice. "Can you come downstairs, honey!"
That didn't sound terrifying!
Which only made me more scared!
I had enough forethought to at least put on some clothes before I left my room.
As fast as I had darted up or down the stairs at any time of my life, this was the exact opposite of those times.
I took each step as if it was eternity.
I knew then what a condemned prisoner felt like. I couldn't tell if my heart was beating so fast that I couldn't detect it, or if it had ceased beating altogether.
Mom nor dad were in the dark living room. That meant I had a few more steps of life left as I walked down the hallway to the crack of light from their bedroom door.
Stay away from the light! Don't go towards the light!
My feeble brain was screaming.
I opened that door slowly.
My eyes wanted to go to mom first, as they always did, but my self-preservation found my father first. He was sitting on the end of their bed. The bed that mom and I had spent quite a bit of time romping in.
No! Now was not the time for those thoughts!
Dad stared at me intently, but I saw no anger on his face. There was a strain there, and a curious look, but no rage at his miscreant son.
I then looked to mom. My Jenny.
She had put on a full-length white robe and my sheet sat discarded on a chair. She was standing facing dad and she turned slightly at my entrance.
"Have a seat, Jeremy." Mom waved to the chair. Her voice was calm and there wasn't a hint of fear, or reproach in her tone.
Had mom been able to convince dad that we hadn't been having blistering sex?
That would have to have been the magic trick of the century!
I grabbed the sheet and sat. I held it like a lifeline in my lap. And that it had recently clad my lovely angel made me hold it tighter as I awaited my sentencing.
Mom's eyes showed only a brightness that I couldn't believe given the circumstances.
"I have some news for you, dear."
My brain still couldn't comprehend her pleasant manner.
"What's up, mom?"
