Man Of The House

Man Of The House


I was only fourteen years old when my father died in an automobile accident. My grandfather took me aside and told me that I was the man of the house now. I had no idea what that involved. I told him that I would do my best and he smiled at me.

A couple of days after the funeral when things had calmed down I asked, “Mom am I the man of the house now?”

Mom thought about it for a moment and said, “Yes dear! You are the man of the house now!”

Being fourteen I thought that I knew everything but in a way I also knew that I didn’t so I asked, “Mom! What does being the man of the house mean?”

Mom replied, “Well your father slept with me and I took care of all of his sexual needs!”

At fourteen I had sexual needs that you wouldn’t believe. Was mom telling me that I could sleep with her and that she would take care of those needs? Sure she was. Wasn’t she? I sure hoped so!

Mom continued, “He spanked your sisters whenever they needed it, and you would be surprised how often they needed it too!”

I could spank my sisters too? Great! I knew that dad would go into their bedrooms after dinner and spank them. He seemed to take turns spanking a different one every night! I have three sisters. Brooke is a year older than I am at fifteen years old, Kimberly is a year younger than I am at thirteen years old, and Autumn is the baby of the family at twelve years old. Mom had just turned thirty-six. Everyone at the funeral said that she was too young to be without a man in her house. I was the man in her house now.

Mom continued, “He fixed the things around the house that needed fixing, he took out the garbage, and he earned the money to pay the bills.”

Then mom started crying. I held her to me and let her cry. I could feel her breasts push into my chest. They felt real nice. They were soft yet firm, they heaved as she sobbed, and they felt warm too. I was getting that same old feeling between my legs, a hard-on. Mom was sort of out of it so I thought that if I went slowly she wouldn’t notice. I stared rubbing her back. Then I started rubbing around her shoulder and down her rib cage. Soon I was rubbing the outside of mom’s breast. I had rubbed along her bra strap in the back and felt those hooks. I had found a bra in the clothes hamper one day and wrapped it around the trashcan so that I could practice unhooking it. I got pretty good at it too. I could put my thumb and forefinger on the connection and by just giving them a twist I could release the bra in one fluid motion. Of course the bra had to be one of mom’s newer bras and not one her older worn out ones. I was enjoying rubbing the side of mom’s breast but I couldn’t get to the nipple with her breast smashed into my chest like it was. So I decided to try out my bra talent on a real girl. I positioned my fingers, gave it a twist, and it popped open.

Mom stopped crying and sat up to face me. Oh shit I was in trouble now.

Mom actually gave me a little smile and said, “Your father always did that too! Would you like me to take it off?”

Dumbfounded I stammered out, “Yes!”

Mom stood up. She was wearing a light sweater with short sleeves. She reached up one sleeve, pulled down a bra strap, and slipped it over her elbow. Mom did the same with her other bra strap. Then she lifted her sweater up and pulled the bra right off. I didn’t get to see anything! Mom straightened her sweater up and looked at me. I looked right at her breasts. Soon I started to see her nipples growing.

Mom said, “Oh you want to see them!” She took my hand and said, “Come with me then!”

Mom led me to her bedroom and closed the door behind us. Mom had been carrying her bra and tossed it into a chair. Then to my utter amazement my mother pulled her sweater up over her head, tossed it in her chair too, and then shook her hair to fluff it up.

Mom was standing in front of me topless. She had on a very nice skirt and a pair of flat shoes.

Mom said, “Well I suppose you want to see what else belongs to you too!”

I just grinned from ear to ear. Mom kicked off her shoes. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and lowered it for me. She went slowly looking at my face the whole time.