Jennifer was now only 4-year-old toddler and her mother was a 13-year-old kid. The odds were heavily stacked against Jennifer as the day carried forward and Sylvia spend her time on her room. The nightfall soon came and Jennifer went to sleep in the same bed with her mother Sylvia. The next morning Jennifer found herself sleeping on top of a matress and in more shrunken state. Sylvia looked like a 11-year-old kid at this point which made Jennifer to realize how their relationship was turning more weirder by every single day. Jennifer's days were numbered as she calculated their age difference. If her mother was now two years younger. That meant that Jennifer was now only three years old. Jennifer gasped as she realized that her mother had given birth to her at such a young age.
Jennifer inspected the space where they were sleeping. Gone was the dirty doublewide as both of them slept on what seemed to be emptied attic of a house. It was 10-feet wide and 10-feet long square room. Who did it belong to. If Jennifer run her number again it would mean that if she added eight more years to her grandmother using her mother's age as base. It meant that Mary was now 19-year-old. Jennifer laughed nervously as she must have been the youngest grandmother there ever was.
Under the wooden floorboards Jennifer heard very familiar argument that sounded similar what Sylvia and Mary used to have. Jennifer gasped and realized that she had been sent back in time to live with her great-grandparent with her mother. Sylvia woke up and rubbed her eye.
"Morning sis. Has mom or auntie visited us?" Sylvia asked from Jennifer and put her ear on the floorboard to listen to the conversation what was happening under the floorboard.
Jennifer looked at her mother as she acted like a normal 11-year-old and she had completely forgotten her rude demeanor. What surprised her the most was the fact that her mother called Jennifer her sister. Maybe she was too young to understand that Jennifer was her child or that Mary or Mary's mother had told Sylvia that Mary was Jennifer's mother. Things were getting too complicated for Jennifer's toddler sized brain as Sylvia stood up from the mattress and tried to open the door.
"Shuck. It's still locked. I hope auntie remembers to feed us." Sylvia grunted. "Where's the hecking bucket when you need one."
Jennifer looked at the attic's size and saw it was small. The door was ten feet accross from the mattress and the bucket was near the door. There was no windows in the room which meant that they were constantly in dimly lit space. No light source. Except the loose floorboard that let Jennifer to see the living room space directly under her.
Jennifer hoped that her grandma wouldn't act like a spoiled brat as Sylvia had calmed down significantly. Jennifer looked once more to the living room and noticed Sylvia eating food in front of an old TV. There was a boy close to her grandma's current age sat down next to her.
"Mom, I mean, Sis! Who is that man." Jennifer asked from her mother and pointed her to look at the man in the living room.
"That's auntie's boyfriend. He calls himself Jeff." Sylvia said.
Jeff. What a familiar sounding name but it didn't ring any bells in Jennifer's head. And did her mother just call Mary her auntie. Jennifer gasped as her mother seemed to hav no idea what was going on with their family life at all.
"Oh. This is the good part." Sylvia said and was almost glued to the floorboard. "You should watch this."
Jennifer lowered herself down and saw how Mary was sucking Jeff's cock on the living room. Jennifer lifted her head and saw that Sylvia was wiping the drool of her face as she watched Mary and Jeff have an intimate moment together. Jennifer had to think twice what she was seeing in front of her. Jennifer felt icky as she watched her mother enjoying the voyeurism moment provided by their grandmother. Jennifer made an audible gulp as she had to salvage this sinking boat. She had no idea where to start from and if it was even possible for her to graduate the high school anymore.