In The End A Woman Needs A Man

Like mother like daughter. My father was an alcoholic police officer. He hit my mother, fucked her, put her down. She complained but he paid the bills and as a man he could do whatever he wanted. He was fired after an incident while he was drunk. He came home and shot himself at the kitchen table in front of my mother and me. I was 14.

We moved in with my mother's older lesbian sister. A lesbian waitress made love to me when I was 15. I became her girlfriend and part of my aunt's lesbian scene. My mother got a job and married a 20 years older man who put her back in a cage, fucking her at will. I felt sorry, but really she liked strong men and the more she got fucked the more she liked it. She loved it. She told me over and over women were made for fucking. Maybe because I was sleeping with a girl.

My girlfriend got jumped by a bartender and became pregnant. My aunt took her in, kept her away from that man, and told us we were going to be parents so buckle up. My aunt's boss, a lawyer, fucked her. As we lived with her and had a baby coming so he let us move into a townhouse. When we moved my aunt's partner moved in with her. Her boss ignored us and fucked my aunt.

He paid for me to go to college, if I studied accounting. I was doing a summer internship at an accounting firm where a partner took me, fucked me, impregnated me. Now we had two children so my girlfriend and I got married. My DaddyO continued fucking me, moved my wife and I and our kids into a house. He loves fucking me, day and night. As my mother told me everything fits together between a man and a woman and it feels good.

At least he's a workaholic and not an alcoholic. He works his stress off on me. The harder he fucks, the harder he grips me, the wetter I get. I have a lot of my mother in me, I need a strong man. So does my aunt. Maybe that's why we also need a woman in our life, soft cheeks, warm lips, affectionate and loving. And no penis.