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Women Only
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Straight Female / 42
Uncle Josh
A divorce involving another woman left me in a rental complex with three pre teen daughters crammed in one room. Josh, a father figure type, was on my case to get out of the rental and into a house in a good school district. He just was unable to understand my money situation and I had no emotional reserves.
My oldest, 15, was m****ted at school. She's top heavy, a family curse. Josh had enough and took matters into his hands and moved us into his house. Overnight the girls each had their own rooms, the kids at school were nice, and the neighborhood was nice houses and cars. And 'Uncle' Josh was nice to them with their allowance. What I had to pay was not at all on their radar, of course he put me in his room and went to town pounding me night after night.
I kept my mouth shut, took the pounding, got the girls involved with housekeeping and had him let go of the maid service. With four women in the house the maid service was redundant. My daughters blossomed out, heavy chested, and with his money they had straight teeth, contacts, and nice clothes to flatter them. Uncle Josh was now family and my poundings became normal, for him. I lied to the girls when they asked me 'if I liked that?'.
At 39 I faced the unthinkable, the old man had knocked me up. 'How did that happen mom?', well after twenty years my doctor took me off of birth control and he was supposed to wear a condom. The old man flatly refused to wear a raincoat in the shower, and who knew the old man still had it in him. Grandpa with a baby, he turned 59 with a baby.
The girls are part of their neighborhood, their school. Visitation with their father ruins the week for them. That woman saddled him with three more kids and she's gotten quite chunky. His child support is irrelevant, what little it is won't cover their allowance, I put the money in a savings account.
Old Josh, it's what I call him, likes his penis made love too. It's a one way thing, I don't get anything out of it. He still has enough energy to go pounding, and I lay back and take it. Like it or not the girls worship him, and he fixed me up with a new baby.
He thinks it might be a good idea if I marry him, God no, it's bad enough that I have to sleep with him. One day I'm starving in a blue world of poverty, and he thinks just because he swooped in and stole us to live with him, that makes him husband material? He's got to work for it, earn it, like maybe take me, us I mean, on a honeymoon. Hawaii, yes Hawaii, then maybe I'll marry him.
Who does he think he is?
My oldest, 15, was m****ted at school. She's top heavy, a family curse. Josh had enough and took matters into his hands and moved us into his house. Overnight the girls each had their own rooms, the kids at school were nice, and the neighborhood was nice houses and cars. And 'Uncle' Josh was nice to them with their allowance. What I had to pay was not at all on their radar, of course he put me in his room and went to town pounding me night after night.
I kept my mouth shut, took the pounding, got the girls involved with housekeeping and had him let go of the maid service. With four women in the house the maid service was redundant. My daughters blossomed out, heavy chested, and with his money they had straight teeth, contacts, and nice clothes to flatter them. Uncle Josh was now family and my poundings became normal, for him. I lied to the girls when they asked me 'if I liked that?'.
At 39 I faced the unthinkable, the old man had knocked me up. 'How did that happen mom?', well after twenty years my doctor took me off of birth control and he was supposed to wear a condom. The old man flatly refused to wear a raincoat in the shower, and who knew the old man still had it in him. Grandpa with a baby, he turned 59 with a baby.
The girls are part of their neighborhood, their school. Visitation with their father ruins the week for them. That woman saddled him with three more kids and she's gotten quite chunky. His child support is irrelevant, what little it is won't cover their allowance, I put the money in a savings account.
Old Josh, it's what I call him, likes his penis made love too. It's a one way thing, I don't get anything out of it. He still has enough energy to go pounding, and I lay back and take it. Like it or not the girls worship him, and he fixed me up with a new baby.
He thinks it might be a good idea if I marry him, God no, it's bad enough that I have to sleep with him. One day I'm starving in a blue world of poverty, and he thinks just because he swooped in and stole us to live with him, that makes him husband material? He's got to work for it, earn it, like maybe take me, us I mean, on a honeymoon. Hawaii, yes Hawaii, then maybe I'll marry him.
Who does he think he is?
