It takes a while, but there's sex in here.
This story also has some dark parts. If you're looking for 100% feel good stuff, this won't hit that spot.
In my story universe, the laws and punishment are completely correct. if you're a lawyer or just asomeone who knows the law in the real world, suspend your disbelief.
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"I do," my husband Steven said, as he handed off his daughter to her soon-to-be husband.
His line was supposed to be, "Her mother and I do," but he wouldn't deign to acknowledge me on such a special occasion. I'm now just his trophy wife, his arm candy—as I've been for the last nineteen years.
I'm fairly certain, now that he has our nineteen-year-old daughter married off, I'm no longer needed on his arm. One of his younger lovers will take my place at his side, I'm sure. That's how I got there all those years ago.
Oh, I believed all of the crap he spewed then. His wife was cheating on him, she wouldn't give him children, they hadn't had sex in months, he was leaving her—the usual crap a distinguished older man tells a naive, barely eighteen-year-old girl when he's trying to bed her.
He was handsome, rich and he hooked me like a trout.
He had just been named President of one of his father's companies and I was working at the Starbucks next door to his new office. He had my virginity within a month of meeting me. The only problem for him was that he got me pregnant shortly after.
That was when he decided to finally divorce his wife. It turned out some of what he told me was true. She didn't want kids. The divorce was messy and she walked away very rich.
She had lost him in a game she didn't know she was playing until he told her that I was having his child and he was divorcing her. It embarrassed me how he handled it, but I wanted him and I needed him to take care of the growing child in my womb. I'd thought that I had won some great prize, and for a while, it felt like I had.
He made me quit working immediately and he moved me into his huge estate home. He doted on me and took great care to ensure I was well cared for and comfortable. We were married the day after his divorce became final when I was seven months pregnant.
My parents hated him, but put up with him for the sakes of their grandchild and myself. My new husband spent a lot of money trying to buy my parents' affection, but they saw through all of the gifts, trips, and cars he bought for them. They were smarter than I was, I didn't see him for the man he really was until it was too late. He wouldn't even pay for decent headstones after they passed away several years apart.
He was a conniving and ruthless man whose only concerns were himself, his daughter, and his business. He, of course, wanted a boy but ultimately that was the one thing I refused to give him. It became much worse after his parents were both gone. He didn't feel like he answered to anyone any longer.
I had gotten on birth control after Ava's birth and over the years had to bribe a few doctors to keep that secret from him. He would never put up with me, knowing that I was keeping him from having more children so he couldn't have a son, but once I saw through his facade I knew I could never have a son who grew to be a newer version of him. The problem with that plan was our daughter ended up a female version of him.
I believed that he stayed married to me because of the negative fallout from his getting me pregnant before divorcing his wife. I don't think he wanted his businesses to have more fallout from me and so he kept me around.
It didn't take long for me to find out how he really was, but he never abused me and he took good care of us, so I lived the lie and pretended to love him. He never noticed I didn't.
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On our daughter's wedding day, my husband beamed as he sat beside me in the Cathedral's pew. Who knows how large of a check he had to write to have Ava marry there. We weren't parishioners at any church, let alone that large one.
"She's so beautiful," he whispered after he gave our daughter away. I nodded and our interaction ended as quickly as it usually did.
Ava was beautiful. She was always the apple of his eye and he spared no expense spoiling her rotten. That's a funny expression, to say someone was spoiled rotten, but she was and her wedding proved it to be accurate.
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I was having my third glass of wine, sitting at my table, tired of being congratulated, when he walked over to me.
"May I have this dance?" Jackson Foster asked.
I nearly melted. My new son-in-law's baritone voice was like aural sex.
"Um...Of course, Jackson," I said stammering like an idiot.
He took my hand and I felt a shock of electricity.
"Ooh, sorry about that shock," he said. "I must've dragged my feet or something."
I almost laughed at the absurdity of thinking that it was anything but static electricity.
Being in his arms on the dance floor was almost too much for me to handle. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, I couldn't concentrate on anything but him at that moment.
"The hall looks great, doesn't it?" He asked.
"Yes, the planner has outdone herself," I said.
'She better have,' I thought, for all of the money she cost.
"I'm glad you came around," he said as he spun me around the floor.
Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?"
"I had the impression that you didn't approve of me marrying your daughter, well with the age difference."
"That would kind of make me a hypocrite, wouldn't it? I mean, Steven
is
a dozen years older than I am."
"I suppose," he said with a bright smile. "It just seemed like you didn't approve of a thirty-three-year-old man with her."
I laughed and said, "No, you're a great guy. As a parent we all want our children to be happy and you certainly make my daughter happy."
Of course, I knew exactly how happy, from hearing her orgasmic screams when we all stayed at our lake home a month prior. I was so turned on by their noise, I almost woke Steven to see if he would give me a mercy fuck. I settled for quietly pleasuring myself.
The song ended and he hugged me warmly.
"Thank you for the dance,
Son
," I said.
Laughing he said, "Am I even six years younger than you? Forgive me if I don't call you Mom, Alyssa."
I laughed and could swear I saw his eyes sparkle.
"I'd better go and find my bride, excuse me," he said. He kissed my cheek and walked off.
I touched my cheek where he kissed me and I sighed like a schoolgirl with a crush. 'What a man!' I thought and looked around to see if anyone noticed my infatuation.
I looked over and saw my daughter in her resplendent gown. She sparkled and looked happy dancing with her bridesmaids.
My husband was off in the corner likely working on some deal with Jackson's father. Steven doesn't know it, but I know all about him setting up Jackson to meet Ava.
Steven had wanted to acquire their company for years but they wouldn't sell. I thought his marrying his daughter into their family was so he could get a foot in the door there. Later I would learn he and my daughter had a much more sinister plan.
Steven had a party on the 4th of July the year before the wedding. Ava was there, in the skimpiest bikini I'd ever seen.
Freshly graduated from high school and enrolled at Wellesley College, she was set on following in her daddy's footsteps. Long gone were the days of mom and daughter shopping trips and spa days. Her spare time was spent at her father's office being groomed for greatness.
She was barely legal, but when Jackson Foster walked into the backyard, she was on him like a heat-seeking middle. The poor man never knew what hit him. As far as I could see, she never left his side the entire afternoon and managed to get him to take her to a movie the very same night.
Their courtship was quick. By Christmas, he had proposed and by New Year's Eve, a date was set.
As much as I wanted to be involved in helping my daughter plan her wedding, I was rebuffed by her and Steven. They hired a wedding planner and told me in no uncertain terms I wasn't needed.
I was depressed for a month over it. I took off to Europe for the entire month of January and I'm not sure that anyone noticed. I knew then that my time was short.
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Jackson thought that I didn't approve of him, but he was dead wrong. I was jealous of my daughter.
Jackson is a walking panty melter. His perfect broad shoulders. His dimpled smile. His six-pack abs. His rock-hard ass. His six-foot, five-inch height, all made me weak in the knees. I must've burnt out three vibrators on Jackson fantasies alone. To top all of that off, he was the sweetest man I'd ever met.
He was the president of some company that supplied one of my husband's companies with something. Honestly, I couldn't have cared less about the details of their respective businesses. Both were family-owned for generations and my husband was trying to get his hands on Jackson's.
I suppose it was a masterstroke to convince Ava to go after Jackson. It certainly would be no loss for her. She may have tried for him without Steven's prodding, although I couldn't see Jackson going after her at fifteen years his junior.
I caught one of Steven and Ava's conversations when they didn't know I was around. That was when I first knew my daughter was lost to me.
I'd always held out hope that she would come back to me and share in our old mother/daughter bonding again, but I knew she was too far gone to the dark side.
I remember that Wednesday evening like it was yesterday. They were in his study and I had just returned home from shopping.
I walked down the hall and heard Steven say, "Baby, it's time to bring you to the big leagues. I want you to go after Jackson Foster. I think merging our families would create an opportunity to expand our businesses and grow to new heights. We could even merge our businesses at some point. You know I've been trying to buy them out, but they won't budge."
"He's gorgeous, Daddy, but he's ancient. Do you think he'd be interested in me?" She asked.
"Ava, as long as you're interested in him, you won't have to worry about that."
They laughed and I'd turned and walked away, having heard enough. He crossed a line asking her to go after a man for business reasons, and it was worse that she agreed to do it. Two weeks later was the Fourth of July party where she ensnared him.
I was disgusted with their plan. I know I shouldn't have been at that point, but I was shocked that she agreed to it in the first place. He didn't even have to convince her. She'd just gone along with it as if it were already a done deal. Where had I gone wrong raising her? Feeling helpless to stop it, I ran away again and spent a month in Napa Valley, drinking a lot of wine
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After Jackson and Ava left the reception, I looked around for Steven. I hadn't seen him in half an hour, but I didn't care where he was. I was drinking myself to a stupor just fine without him.
I finally found him as he walked out of the little side room where the bridal party had their private room. The hall had a small room set up with appetizers and a mini-bar. This was where the bridal party could fix their make-up or get a drink or snack without being interrupted by the other guests seeking their attention or standing in line at the bar.
A moment behind Steven, Sarah DeVries walked out. She was Ava's best friend and maid of honor.
