Mom had always been a highly sexual person. Of course, I didn’t realize that fact until I was older when I was more sexually aware of things around me. Either way, my family was what you’d call a typical Asian family, close-knitted and warm to say the very least. But then again, that’s what you would expect from the term, ‘family.'
According to my stepmother whom I now address as Mom, as a baby, I was adopted from a neighbor whom had some financial difficulties and thus made a run for the road, leaving his wife and me behind. Unable to support me on her own, my biological mother had no choice but to give me up. My stepmother who realizes the plight that she was in offered to take care of me. I didn't know this story until I was older.
My stepfather, Alex, was a mechanical engineer who works in a factory far away from our home. I didn’t really understand what his job scope was. The only thing I knew was that he would come home covered in grease and his boots more often than not, dirty and muddy.
He was a gentle man in contrast to his brawny stature, attributed to his earlier days as a bodybuilder. Towering over most people in my country, he was around 1.85m tall. If I had to describe his appearance in one word, it would most likely be ‘crude.' He looks like the kind of person you wouldn’t want to piss off. But like the saying goes, ‘never judge a book by its cover. '
He never raised his voice at me or anything of the sort. He was just a typical dad who loved his daughter, overprotective and if he was still with us, I could picture that he would probably be one of those fathers that would be readying his shotgun whenever I brought a boyfriend back home.
My mother, Jas, was an office secretary. A typical office lady, she handled administrative matters and assisted her boss. Because of her years of experience working with that company, she was highly valued and even did the accounting despite having no formal training.
Her long silky black hair that extended to the middle of her back was what had inspired me to let my hair grow. Possessing doe-eyes and small pink lips that never seem to be chapped, she looked much younger than her actual age. Even now at the age of fifty-one, she still looked as though she was still in her thirties.
She was relatively slender, and her build was average. She was about a head shorter than my dad, standing at around 1.61m. Like most Asian women, her 32A chest was nothing to boast about. However, she did both yoga and kickboxing during the weekends which helped define her flat stomach and round but firm ass.
Personality-wise, she was clumsy, almost kind of like a ditz. She’s entirely oblivious to her surroundings and is the epitome of what people would generally call an airhead. However, she was not the kind of airhead that would daze out, but instead, she really tried but just failed miserably at it.
I remember there was a time when the air conditioning in my room broke and the summer heat was doing nothing but adding insult to injury. Hence Mom asked me to sleep with them in their room. We slept on the bed together whereas my Dad slept beside us, on a mattress laid out on the floor.
But sharing rooms was also how I had first seen them having sex. I will state it once more. My mom had always been a highly sexual person. There were nights where I would wake up to some noises echoing within the room. Rummaging through my memories, I could remember them always whispering things.
“Let’s do it. She’s asleep. “ From what I could remember, Mom was the one who always initiated sex.
“I’m tired." Dad would be groan but eventually give in and complied with her request.
It was nearly a daily occurrence, but given the state of grogginess I was in I just ignored it and went back to sleep every time.
