I was in my mid teens when my father passed away suddenly in a tragic accident. My mother didn't take his death well and it took her some years before she even thought of dating another man. I was almost finished my university degree when on my mid term vacation she told me that she had met and intended to marry Mr. Thomas. From the first time I met him I couldn't take to his pretentious attitude but I would support my mother in what ever she wanted. At first he did show her some kindness, however I was not convinced that he was genuine and had my doubts. My mother sold up everything that was in our previous life and moved into the large house, which belonged to him. He soon started to change and I began to notice some unpleasant hits of his personality.
My mother Jane was every part a woman as she was very elegant at her 43 years of age. Her dress and bearing were always immaculate and her attention to detail was impeccable. She wore only the finest things when married to my father, however Mr. Thomas soon had her wearing the shortest of dresses and revealing outfits that younger women would wear. She stood 5'7 tall with long slender tanned legs. Her figure was that of a younger woman at 36-26- 36 and 62kg. Most of all my mother cared for her long red hair and she was always having something done to improve it. I was fortunate to also have some of her traits and her looks as my figure was now beginning to show maturity. I was 5'6 tall and had the same long legs. My figure was now beginning to form where now at 19 years of age, the last kilograms of my teenage weight were starting to disappear. My breasts were full with a 34 cup and I too loved my shoulder length blonde hair. My sex life had also progressed from the heavy petting stage to masturbation, the odd lesbian affair to now where I was ready to become romantically involved as I was yet to sample cock either in my pussy or mouth. I was repulsed at the thought of letting someone put his cock in my anal opening, however for the moment I was masturbating frequently as I enjoyed pleasing myself.
The day she married Mr Thomas she looked so radiant and she seemed so very happy. He looked every bit the doting husband to all her friends, however I knew it was all show. I would wait until after the wedding to tell her the news that I had met the most wonderful man and that we were to be engaged in the spring of that year. Jeff was very understanding and he too would wait until our marriage before taking our love making to the next level. I would remain at home until I could finish my degree so I would have to live by Mr Thomas rules, which he made very clear. I was not to go anywhere near the large garage he had at the back of the house. I could stay, but if I made any trouble I would be forced to find other accommodation. Mr Thomas was always the gentleman whenever anyone was around, however I always had the feeling I was being watched when in the quiet of my room. I remembered lying on my bed naked with my hand buried deep inside myself and I soon became paranoid, searching the roof for some proof but could find nothing. The times when I did stay at home he would take every opportunity to catch me either leaving or entering the shower and he would often walk into my room as I was in the midst of dressing. There were also those looks as if he were undressing me with his eyes whenever he would see me in a bikini, as I would be sunbathing by the pool. There were also the constant suggestions on how I should wear my hair or perhaps I should dress a little more provocative. I was as repulsed at his suggestions as much as I was with him. My suspicions in relation to his intentions with my mother were beginning to be confirmed as things started to happen.
There were nights when their lovemaking would bring the strangest sounds.
My mother seemed to be suffering, as the sounds she was making were those more of pain than cries of pleasure. I remember almost running into her on one occasion late at night as she hurried to the bathroom in her dressing gown, which was slightly apart. I could see a weird sort of outfit underneath which looked like some sort of gothic costume as it was a leather corset, which was designed to push her ample breasts out and apart. It completely covered her stomach and there was a slit running down between her legs, which exposed her neatly trimmed vagina. Small straps extended from the bottom of it, which joined a pair of black patient leather thigh high boots with a 6'' heel. It was also strange that she wore makeup so late at night. It was also not in keeping with here normal stylish makeup rather it was very sluttish looking with thick black eye makeup and her lips were painted bright red. The mascara was slightly smudged as was her lipstick and she appeared to be in a hurry as she whisked past me and her words were brief.
"Mom are you ok? I asked.
"Honey please go back to bed and don't worry I'm fine."
"Mom you can leave him," I told her.
I could see the look in her eyes and she was almost in tears.
"Honey I'm Mrs Thomas now and he takes care of us so we must do what ever he says."
