She, who must be obeyed. Part one.
She was quite simply the sexiest woman I had ever met and my father was going to marry her in ten days' time. She was a bit on the bossy side sometimes, but I could live with that because it was never done in a nasty way. Marie had been living with us for the last six months and sometimes it was pure hell, the skimpy clothing or white fluffy towel casually wrapped around her dripping wet body drove me, an eighteen year old lad insane.
She had this lemon coloured bikini that left little to the imagination that she insisting on wearing when I had friends over for pool days. Of course, all of my friends thought how lucky I was to have a woman, especially one like her, parade around the house the way she did. It caused me to spend almost the whole summer with blue-balls, being a horny eighteen year old it took just a change in the wind direction to incite an erection.
Marie Green was thirty seven, three years younger than my dad and as far as I was concerned, the perfect woman. She owned her own theatrical business and was a self-made millionaire, so although my dad was rich, I knew it wasn't a money-grab thing.
They met at the tennis club where he coaches, dad had ruptured his medial and cruciate ligaments for the second time and it ended his very successful tennis career. He won one major, the Australian Open and got to countless semi's and finals. It killed him to have to quit, so he went into coaching at the grand old age of twenty four.
My mum divorced him after the third affair, the ladies literally threw themselves at an ex-pro tennis player. He was weak-willed so when a beautiful woman showed him affection, he took it.
My mother put up with him while I was young, but left when I hit puberty. I became a nightmare to live with too and to be honest, I am surprised she stayed as long as she did. The last I heard, she married a surgeon and moved to Canada.
Dad took me on his own and being the idiot fuck that I am, I did everything I could to ruin his life too. Looking back I was a prick and have no idea why he stuck with it.
Between the ages of thirteen to sixteen I had at least twenty surrogate mums, most didn't last more than a fortnight but odd one lasted a couple of months I suppose. Some were not much older than myself and one even tried to bed me and if I hadn't been so timid, I would've lost my virginity at fifteen. Most gave me just the right amount of wet-dream material to get me through my teens.
He met Maria when I was seventeen, she was a stunning beauty and easily the best one of a long, long line of beautiful women. At thirty seven she was so self-assured, so confident in her own abilities that she intimidated me quite a bit. Sure, her beauty would intimidate anyone but it was the way she carried herself, she would turn heads in any room, any society in any situation. I literally fell head over heels for her, she was my perfect woman and filled my thoughts day, and night.
As for the nights, their bedroom was adjacent to mine and we definitely needed better soundproofing. Nearly every night they fucked, and she wasn't quiet. For an eighteen year old lad to hear that every night was torture, I was going through two boxes of family sized Kleenex a week!
Two days before the wedding we had to have rehearsals in the church, I was my father's best man and Maria asked me to give her away as her parents had died in her teens.
"Are you ok with all this?" she asked me one evening when we were alone watching tv. "No-one has even thought to ask you Jamie, are you ok?"
She leant forward and reached for my hand, she took it in hers and asked again.
"Yes," I said softly, "but I'm not calling you mum." I smiled.
Grinning back, "Not yet." she laughed.
The wedding went off without a hitch, she looked incredible. Being in the theatre business she knew all the right people and my new step-mums dress was a mix of daring and demure, it held up just above her bust-line and showed off her perfect neck shoulders. Her long diamond drop earrings sparkled as she walked on my arm drawing everyone's eyes to her.
She had the dress made by a top London designer and it showed, people actually gasped as we walked slowly by. Her make-up was flawless and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a mix of emotions surged through me, I wanted her.
My father turned and had tears flowing down his cheeks and was busily trying to find a handkerchief, I rarely saw raw emotions from him but this view had him in bits.
Maria turned to me and tenderly kissed my cheek, her perfume made me light-headed and I found I had tears too. Turning to my father she smiled, holding her arms wide she whispered, "You like?"
He couldn't talk, he tried but he was so overcome that he just blinked the tears away smiling the best that he could.
I passed over the rings when I was prompted and after an exchange of loving words, I had a new mum.
The after party was a blast, everyone danced and got drunk, it was just as a good party should be. We saw them off to their hotel around midnight and I wouldn't be seeing them again until after the honeymoon in Barbados.
The next day I sent my dad a text saying "Have a safe flight, see you in two weeks and I love you, both."
I had the house totally to myself for two whole weeks, I had never really been alone and it felt strange. That first night alone in bed was not nice, I ended up sleeping with my bedroom light on all night. I imagined all sorts of things, here I was, a strapping eighteen year old man afraid of monsters in the dark.
College had another three weeks before term started, so I tried to busy myself by having a general clear-out. I started with my bedroom and to my surprise, filled three binbags of old clothes and rubbish. The kitchen was next and I found muesli cereal dated 2018, only six years out of date. Once I got into it I ended up cleaning the cooker, the extractor fan, the lot. Another few bags of rubbish accumulated and that was only the second room.
Over the next few days I virtually cleaned the whole house and found it really satisfying. I was in two minds whether to do dads bedroom or not, I decided not and cleared the garage instead. Midway between his old golfclubs and my Scalextric set was a box of odds and sods, I'd start there.
Old photo albums and DVD's of me when I was a kid, my mum featured in most of them and brought back so many happy memories that I had forgotten. I was in a nostalgic fog when two CD's marked Mar mtress took my eye, "Mar mtress?"
Did we even have the old CD player knocking about, I know dad had one built into his tv set in the bedroom. I wondered if it still worked, these marked Jamie 2010 should be good for a giggle too.
Finishing up what I was doing I made some lunch and took my treasures to his bedroom, or probably more like my parents room now I suppose. God, that's a daunting thought, parents, plural.
Taking my ham sandwiches, cheese on toast and coffee, I settled in for a long movie sesh.
As luck would have it, the CD player in the tv still worked fine and it didn't take long for the tears to flow. Me, mum and dad snowball fighting in the garden, Christmas present opening. The memories of those years had all but gone, but were now rekindled with these movies. Before I knew it, three hours had flown by and it was getting dark out.
I went down and made another coffee and returned to try these weirdly marked CD's.
Mar mstress 1, I inserted it and........ "FUCK!"
It was Maria, "Fuck, it was Maria!" I whispered to no-one in particular but just in case anyone overheard, I whispered it anyway.
She came into view and she was hot, I mean fucking scorchio hot!
She was wearing a black what looked like leather corset, it had black stockings attached to it, no panties and heels so high that they looked deadly.
Her make-up was every bit as good as the wedding day and her hair was pulled severely up into a high ponytail, my god she looked like sex on legs.
I watched as she picked out a large dildo, it was at least ten inches long and quite thick. She slipped it into a black leather harness that matched her corset and pulled it up her legs, fuck, I'm gonna get a lesbo show!
I noticed first the set of drawers, then the curtains. It was the room I was in now, their bedroom. This must have been filmed here and in the last few months, the kinky fuckers! Who was the other woman going to be?
She came over to the camera, I assumed it was her phone and she took it with her. The whole of the bedroom came into view and someone was laid prostrate, face down on the bed. It looked like they were tied hand and foot spreadeagled on the top of it. It wasn't a woman, they had balls between their legs.
Fuck, no, it couldn't be. It was my dad!
