Jennifer decided something had to change, if anything just out of the fear of what tomorrow could bring. Jennifer brought herself to a stand, vibrator still going hard as she tried to move to the door. Falling down from her weak legs. Determinated with a zeal not seen in Jennifer in years, she moved to the stairs in a crawl, the sound of empty water bottles and shuffling of trash heralding her escape. Each step crawled up felt like a marathon, each step causing her body to cry out to give up and return to the room. A trail of cum following her as it flowed freely from her burning snatch.
The final stair, Jennifer pushed the door open with all her weight as she fell out into the first floor of the house, the rooms natural light causing her eyes to burn as she closed them, dazed until her eyes adjusted.
Jennifer croaked out. "Mom?" Silence. Jennifer crawled out into the living room. It was empty. Not in that it was devoid of anyone, it was actually empty. Jennifer continued to call out to no avail. She was alone here now. Jennifer had no idea what had happened, did she pass away, or finally leave? How many years had it been? The realization shattered her mind as she orgasmed, granting only a few seconds of reprieve. Jennifers mind raced. Sex. What could she do now? Sex. She had nothing, no one, no how. Sex. She needed to fix her life. Sex. She needed a door to open. Sex.
Jennifer moaned out loud in equal parts frustration and pleasure. Sex. Even if she managed to get a job, would she even be able to keep it? Sex. Jennifer tapped her head against the floor, her mind was still overwhelmed with just, and she knew it wouldn't go away. Jennifer looked back towards the door to the basement. She'd have to go back, even if just to look for a job or even to get dressed, if she even had clothes not long since covered in sexual fluids. The smell of the upper house was stale, lifeless, foreign, any hope it had brung was dead. Jennifer had to walk her life of recovery alone, for now.