My parents stayed married for financial and appearances sake, but they are not close either. I was never close with ny father, having kids never interested him, it was always my mother raising me effectively by herself. But she certainly did not raise me as a momma’s boy. Even as a young child she would joke that she had to give birth to the man in her life. When puberty came along, it was her that explained what was happening to my body but she did so comfortably and just the facts. When I was confused by my first w******** when I was 14, she found a comfortable way to show me her body and coach me thru my first m*********** and o*****. By the time I was 16, my m*********** was so incessant that it was affecting my moods and my grades, and she struck a deal with me. She came to my room one night and stunned me by lying beside me and giving me my first h*******, and offered that if I would stop m*********** incessantly she would do that for me twice a week. It was so much better than doing it myself that it worked. When I turned 18, for my birthday we took a week long trip and she took my virginity, teaching me how to make love to a woman slowly and passionately but also how to cater to a woman when all she wants is to be fucked relentlessly. When I graduated from college she suggested I live with them until I was on my feet. It did not take long for me to land a very high paying job. She took me out to dinner to celebrate, and told me that it was up to me, but that if I wanted to continue living with them that she wanted to make my bedroom our bedroom. She basically became my wife that night. After a couple of months of the frustration of only being lovers at night and maintaining appearances out of some minimum level of respect for my father, it was my turn to take the lead and be the man she raised me to be. I discussed it with her first, pointed out that there was no need to be less than we wanted to be for financial or appearances reasons and that it was time for my father to go. She was tearing up from happiness but also was nervous about how to handle that discussion. I told her to leave it to me. We went to my father and as my mother sat there to make it clear we were a united front, but I did all the talking. He seemed shocked and tried to protest but I made it clear we no longer wanted or needed him aroud and wanted him gone. I gave him a month to be out of our lives and told him there was an extended stay hotel room paid for and waiting for him. Every time he pushed back I shot his protest down. He tried to bluff that he would tell people what was going on and I laughed at him for the first time, to go ahead and tell everyone how he lost his wife to his son and see how that made him look/feel. To sign the no contest divorce agreement when it was prepared and to simply go away. An hour later his bag was packed and he was gone. My mother raised me to be a man that any woman would want, but I am joyfully the man she wants and raised me to be.
