Reverted To Being My Mother And Married My Father

My father is the quintessential dominant male. My mother wants me with a man like my father. I left home as soon as I could, went to live with a relative. She let me know so I wouldn't be surprised that she sometimes brought a girl home. I didn't need to be concerned with a man in the house.

Four years of college later I moved in with a girl and set up house. I don't know who was the dominant between us, but after a year I had to admit to myself that it wasn't me. A couple of trips overseas and I met a man in Mexico who reminded me of my father. He excused himself for parenting me, and I blabbered 'that's okay I probably needed it'.

He looked me up back in the States, told me he wanted my company. I was cheating at this point when I let him have sex with me. Two months later he asked me to marry him. I jumped up saying 'YES'. And broke up with my girlfriend.

A whirlwind marriage and honeymoon, a new house, a new car, staying at home to decorate. Months later I was surprised at being pregnant. Two years later two kids and still learning to do what I was told, to have his dinner ready, to be responsible for a home and two babies. I woke up one night from a deep sleep, I had married my father.

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