You can call me Mando. It isn't my name, but it's good enough. I was the second oldest of seven kids growing up. My parents were originally from Sinaloa. They came to America for work and better lives. I and most of my brothers and sisters were born here. Only my oldest brother Caesar had been born in Mexico.
When I was still young my father died quite suddenly and unexpectedly while working in the fields. Whether it was the heat or a bad heart or some combination of both, I'll never know. But I remember the day clearly and how distraught my mother was.
A bunch of guys tried to take advantage of the situation and take my father's place, but Caesar would have none of it. He'd chase them all off when they'd come to sweet talk my mother. Sometimes even throwing chingasos with men twice his size. Caesar was tough though, and he'd fight dirty if he had to. Before too long, men stopped coming around. "I'm going to go into the fields and work," he promised our mother. "Don't worry about anything."
And so he did, at age sixteen. He quit school and worked every single day. Some days coming home so dark from the sun, he almost looked like a mayate. And when there was no work in the fields and orchards, he'd find odd jobs in the neighborhood. Nothing was too menial. Money was money.
But the fields would take Caesar too. Maybe it was the pesticides or something else. He got cancer in his stomach and died after three years. Leaving me as next oldest. I was seventeen.
I was more Americanized than Caesar. I wasn't going to break my back in any fields picking grapes or melons for pennies. Fuck that. I wasn't a wetback and I wouldn't be a slave for some fat old Armenian farmer. I told my mother I was staying in school. We could get by on the Welfare until I graduated and started to work a real job that paid real money. Our days of just getting by were nearly over. She accepted that.
As the head male in the house I asserted my dominance. I was king of the castle. And even my mother had better acknowledge the fact. If my younger brothers and sisters did something wrong I whipped them. They needed discipline. I made sure they went to school everyday. I made sure they did chores around the house so our mother wasn't doing everything by herself. And if I was hard, it was because a man should run his home with a firm hand.
Of course, as the man of the house I expected to receive every benefit of being the man. That included sex. At first when I'd go into my mother's room and come onto her, she'd resist. She slapped and cussed and said no. But a few good slaps and my insistence that she respect me as the man of the house, not just her son and she eventually accepted the new situation. She even came to enjoy it. It had been a long time for her and no doubt, it felt good to have a man inside of her again.
I knew she'd come to accept and even appreciate her new role and responsibilities when I started coming home from school and seeing her in the kitchen, I'd come up behind her and give her ass a nice hard smack and push my face into her neck and give her a few tender nibbles. She'd laugh and give a squeal and push me away playfully. I'd always sniff the bubbling pot and ask what was for dinner, then after being told I'd disagree and say her pussy was for dinner and I was very hungry.
I took full advantage of the fact that I had sisters as well. The oldest, Juanita was eleven. She was good for massages. I'd sit in the biggest chair in the house and kick off my shoes and call her. She'd rub my feet and toes, popping each one with skilled hands. If I wanted more, we'd retire to my bedroom where I'd strip down to my underwear and lay on my stomach so she could walk across my back and massage my shoulders and neck. If I wanted a happy ending, she'd do that too. I told her it was the least she could do, considering I alone kept the house safe and I would one day have a good job and bring in plenty of money. Mother was aware of it all and said nothing. She knew not to defy my will.
I am a king. So say of me as you wish, but it means nothing. I live a life many men only dream of.