My mother married my dad when she was only 18. My Dad worked at the Church and he maintained all conservative values in our home. My mother loved painting and she wanted to have a future in that profession but my father didn't allow her to work. She had to work a lot at home and did the entire house hold chores after which there was no time left for anything else. She was not happy with my father, he used to abuse her too and soon they had started fighting. When I turned 14, she finally tried to portray her painting talent in an art gallery. It was there that she met Richard Jackson for the first time. Four years later my Dad discovered that my mother was cheating on him and to my relief they went for a divorce. I moved out with my mom. Even I didn't want to stay with my Dad and follow his conservative rules. There were too many restrictions in that house. Once he slapped me because I had kissed a guy in school and another time when I came home drunk. I hated him so much. Even my mom was sick of him. So when Richard came into our lives he was like a warm sunrise on a chilly day. That warmth I felt was heavenly. I already had a crush on him when my mom married him after a year. We relocated to New York with him. My mother started working which had always been her dream and I joined my new university and made new friends who were funny and cheerful but nothing made my heart go crazy like the sight of Richard.
Unlike ours, Richard's life had been quite adventurous. He had run away from his abusive parent's home when he was only 17. He had worked as an escort for 12 years and then he left the job and married a wealthy woman. He was married for 5 years but then he was divorced after which he remarried a widow. My mother is his third wife and he was 36 years old when he met her. Now, even at 42, he is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He has a perfectly chiseled body and his muscles could make anyone drool. He spoke to me very gently but we spoke very rarely. He was mostly reserved and busy and that mysterious way of his living attracted me more towards him. I figured out soon that my mom was very satisfied with him. I had no idea whether she loved him or not but at least her professional dream was getting fulfilled now. Whenever they kissed each other I tried to look away because it made me want to kiss Richard too. I tried to resist my feelings but everyday it was getting harder.
It had been only two months of the marriage. We had a Fresher's party in our university and so I was searching for my Pink Satin dress. My mom had packed most of the things and so I went to their bedroom to ask her where it was. The door was unlocked so I entered without knocking and the sight left me speechless. Richard was completely naked. His back was facing towards me. His organ was inside my mother's mouth and she was tightly holding his shaking hips I felt jealous and at the same time it aroused me. Suddenly my mom noticed me and gave out a shriek. She covered herself with the bed sheet while Richard just hid his cock with his hands.
"I am sorry... mom" I said nervously trying to slow down my heart " I just came to ask about a dress. I am really sorry!"
"It's alright, Lauren. You don't have to feel awkward about it" Richard laughed at me as if he could read my mind.
My mom told me where it was and I came out of the room blushing. I masturbated that night as my desire to sleep with Richard grew more and I had fallen deep in love with him.
I only wished to let him know this somehow and hoped that it won't create havoc at my home. And that opportunity came very soon. After six months my mother had to go to Paris for two weeks. She said it was a great opportunity for her but had no idea what a great opportunity it was for me. I resolved to confess about my feelings to Richard. But still I had no idea how he felt. He had been an escort once. Surely he understood women and their wants but still I was uncertain of the consequences. So I started with simple friendship.
