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My Family
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Straight Female / 34
My Father's Collection
My father is a self made man. starting with nothing he built and sold three companies, each bigger than the one before. He developed an appreciation for art and fine j*welry, and young women. My mother his only wife, with two children. Five others with other women.
We had an 'aunt' living with us when I was seven, she had a 'cousin' of ours, in reality my younger brother. Our aunt slept in bed with my mother and father. She and my mother are still the closest friends, and my father still kisses her lips with a familiarity that comes from a woman who shared his bed.
When I turned 15 I went with him to see a young woman, she had a newborn baby. We took a g*ft from my mother. My father was very upset with her apartment, it was pretty dirty and a total mess. The next day he sent a housecleaning crew. I babysat my new half brother. He held her to him demanding she acknowledge that she belonged to him. Listening to a 23 year old girl telling a 45 year old man that she was his for life sent chills down my back. She really had little choice. It was my father's pattern, defenseless young women, impregnating them and making them dependent on him, emotionally, physically, financially. He collected them, one by one, some he brought home, others he visited in homes he helped pay for.
My mother is no different, she was young, Hispanic, poor, but intelligent. His formula, she was made pregnant and being the first he married her. Today my father has a young woman who sleeps with him and my mother, she is kept in the middle, within inches of him so he can hold her close when he needs her warmth. She is pregnant with his eighth child. My mother is used to it, better a woman she likes than one who can be a problem. Babies make them loyal. This young woman is number four, five counting my mother. She is my age, of all his girlfriends she is his favorite.
We had an 'aunt' living with us when I was seven, she had a 'cousin' of ours, in reality my younger brother. Our aunt slept in bed with my mother and father. She and my mother are still the closest friends, and my father still kisses her lips with a familiarity that comes from a woman who shared his bed.
When I turned 15 I went with him to see a young woman, she had a newborn baby. We took a g*ft from my mother. My father was very upset with her apartment, it was pretty dirty and a total mess. The next day he sent a housecleaning crew. I babysat my new half brother. He held her to him demanding she acknowledge that she belonged to him. Listening to a 23 year old girl telling a 45 year old man that she was his for life sent chills down my back. She really had little choice. It was my father's pattern, defenseless young women, impregnating them and making them dependent on him, emotionally, physically, financially. He collected them, one by one, some he brought home, others he visited in homes he helped pay for.
My mother is no different, she was young, Hispanic, poor, but intelligent. His formula, she was made pregnant and being the first he married her. Today my father has a young woman who sleeps with him and my mother, she is kept in the middle, within inches of him so he can hold her close when he needs her warmth. She is pregnant with his eighth child. My mother is used to it, better a woman she likes than one who can be a problem. Babies make them loyal. This young woman is number four, five counting my mother. She is my age, of all his girlfriends she is his favorite.
