Not a real man. ?P-Pussy-boy???She highlights your weakness the way all strong people highlight your weakness.??For heaven’s sakes, Vera,? I began, ...ttempting to reason with her. ?Where is all this coming from??She shrugged, expression remaining contemptuous as I continued: ?Me??Shrug turned to nod. ?Weak??She smiled, as if to say: ?Didn’t I tell you that already???What utter nonsense,? I cried, indicating our surroundings, our life. ?Could a ‘Weak’ man be responsible for all this???Think it’s. I'm stirring the mac-n-cheese when I hear her come down the stairs. I can smell her perfume, before I see her. God she smells amazing, it's intoxicating. I love it. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my back. "Hey handsome." "Mmm hi beautiful," I reply trying to focus on lunch. "I love when you cook for me. You're my favorite chef," She whispers in my ear. "Thank you baby. Can you grab the milk please." I don't let myself turn around because I know I won't be able to focus once I. My mind sang, "I know I will!" I worked on preparing my body for him all day. I fought the urge to satisfy myself as I shaved my legs, underarms, and pouty, tingling nether lips. I made soft finger curls in the triangle of dark blonde hair adorning my feminine mound. I carefully patted my smooth lips dry, and admired my delicate sex in a hand mirror before wrapping my robe around my already aroused body. I set my shoulder length hair in fat hair rollers, and set all the tools I needed on my bed. "Oops, sorry about that. Mommy wasrushing and got a little sloppy at the end." She took a plastic forkand carefully rolled what had looked like an exclamation mark closer towhat I had thought was a crooked "i" until together they looked more like a "y".I felt a bit embarrassed putting my mom through all the trouble offixing the letters. Hoping to make her laugh, I said, "Maybe it'd beeasier if I spelled my name with an 'i'?"Instead of laughing, Mom just smiled. "Maybe, but we can talk aboutthat.