My Man Is The Man Of My House And I Like It That Way

When I was 13 my mom got married again. My new stepdad was a no nonsense type and he had one rule. He was the man of the house. My mom needed a man, to help financially but also a man in the bedroom. The noises were loud, she told me how good he was, how he was so big he tickled her innards. She reminded me that cooking and cleaning was a small price to pay for a man. I knew how bad our life was after my father walked out.

Many years later I sat across from a man. My stepdad was a pussy compared to him. He came out of the Army Rangers, his five foot ten stature was not an issue, you thought he was six foot ten. I cried when he fucked me. Don't ask me why I cried, I just did. My mother taught me to cook. I cooked for him and he was hooked. My man gets the man treatment, my man gives me the man treatment.

My mother learned the hard way, you have to take care of your man. l learned from my mom.