Man of the house #1 - Introduction

The story is AI-assisted. It is told from the perspective of a young lad Nate Carter, who has (unfortunately for him) fallen in love with Elena Ramirez, a beautiful latina girl..

Nate stopped his car in front of Elena’s house, his heart racing. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but he knew this was a big deal—meeting her parents. His girlfriend - an angel with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen - had insisted he come over to finally get acquainted with her family. But she’d mentioned something peculiar, something about the "man of the house," and the excitement in her voice had left him feeling a tad anxious.

Elena looked at him from the passenger seat, "Don't worry! You’re going to love Daddy. He’s the best!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

When they reached the door, Elena greeted gave him a warm hug. "You’re gonna be fine," she reassured him, squeezing his arm. "Just… relax. You'll see." Her smile didn’t ease his nerves. She seemed way too excited about the whole thing. As they walked inside, Nate noticed the sound of video games echoing from the living room.

Elena practically skipped into the living room, calling out, "Daddy, we’re home!" Nate’s eyes widened. Was she referring to her father like that?

The man, the guy on the couch was a heavyset guy with glasses, wearing an old band t-shirt and sweatpants. He was playing some kind of game, eyes glued to the TV screen. Elena didn’t waste any time, jumping onto the couch and straddling him. "Hi, Daddy!" she cooed, kissing him on the cheek.

Nate’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His girlfriend, who didn't even talk to boys in school, was practically giving a lap dance to some fat nerd. "Daddy, I am so glad to be home again," she kissed the guy’s neck, leaving a crimson lipstick mark. "This is Nate, my boyfriend." The guy didn’t even bother looking up from the game. "Hi, Nate," he grunted.

"Oh, Daddy, you are so nice. Can I please," It was the first Nate herd Elena use this voice, it was the same voice porn-actresses use to beg guys to cum all over their faces, "Please show my boyfriend around the house?"

The guy finally looked up from the TV, and Nate saw his eyes light up when he saw Elena’s **** face. "Sure, baby girl," Kyle said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "But you know the rules."

Elena nodded eagerly. "Yes, Daddy. I’ll make sure he follows them." With a slap that echoed through the room, Kyle's meaty hand connected with the firm cheek of Elena’s ass, sending her back into reality with a jolt of pleasure and embarrassment. She giggled, her cheeks reddening as she slid off him.

Nate felt his jealousy boil over, but he held it in, trying not to show it. His angel - Elena took his hand, and went through the house, as she pointed out different rooms with a strange mix of pride and adoration.

"This is where Daddy spends most of his time," Elena said, her voice filled with reverence as they passed the living room. "He is the man of the house, you know, and deserves everything he wants," she added, her eyes looking up at Nate expectantly.

Nate nodded awkwardly, trying to process the situation. "Ah, yes, the man of the house," he murmured.

Elena beamed at him. "That's right," she said, squeezing his hand tighter. "You should say it again. It makes Daddy so happy when people acknowledge it."

Nate felt a knot form in his stomach, but he didn't want to ruin the evening. He took a deep breath and repeated, "Kyle is the man of the house."

Her smile grew even wider, and she grabbed his hand again. "And here’s where my mom and Daddy have sex," she said wishfully, pushing open the door to her parents’ bedroom. Nate felt his face burn as he tried to process this odd situation.

"Sometimes I wish Daddy would treat me..." Elena sighed, glancing back at Nate with an expression he could not read. "You know, more like mommy. Anyway." She led him out of the bedroom and down the hall, passing by a home gym that was impeccably organized. "And this is where mommy works out. She's so strong!" Elena walked by some framed photos of a muscular woman with absolutely massive boobs and a stern expression. "That's my mommy, Isabella."

Nate was lost for words. Elena’s family was not at all what he’d anticipated. She talked about him like he was some kind of god. "But Elena, what about your real dad?" he finally managed to ask.

Her smile faulted as if he asked her about a bedroom bug. "Oh, you mean my father, Greg?" she said, her voice becoming quite bored. "He's okay, I guess. He's the one who brings home the money," she stressed the word, "He's working overtime most days. I can show you his sleeping place if you want." She lead him towards a small, unassuming room with a twin-sized bed and a desk cramped with paperwork. Nate felt a sudden pity for Greg.

"Yea, Daddy told Greg that since he is no longer the man of the house, he doesn’t get the big bedroom," Elena said nonchalantly, her voice echoing in the small space. "I think my father was a bit upset about not sleeping with mommy anymore, but he got used to it." She giggled, and Nate felt his discomfort growing. "But, you know what's really gross?" she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Once, I caught him trying to peek through the keyhole when mommy and Daddy were... you know, doing their thing."

Nate's eyebrows shot up in shock. "What...? That's... weird."

Elena shrugged. "It's not like he can do anything about it, right?" she said, her voice taking on a slightly cruel edge. "He's just a sad little man now. But it's okay. Daddy makes sure we're all happy." She leaned into him, her breath tickling his ear. "And sometimes, when I've been really really lucky," Emma suddenly paused unsure how Nate would react to what she was about to say, "I get to see Daddy do it to mommy."

Nate's heart was racing. "What? Why would you want to see that?" he stuttered, his shock palpable.

"Oh, that is because Daddy makes mommy so happy," Elena replied with a giggle, her cheeks flushing. "You know, when the man of the house rides you, it is hard not to enjoy it." She looked up at Nate with a playful glint in her eyes, "I mean, I don't know! Daddy is mommy's man, not mine."

For some reason her last comment did not make Nate feel less discomfort, his hand sweaty in hers. He knew Elena was trying to be nice, but this was so weird. "Elena, I don't know if this is for me," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I think I should go."

Her smile didn't fade, but her eyes searched his face intently. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked, tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy. "I though you liked me?"

He swallowed hard, trying to form the right words without upsetting her. "It's just... I didn't know your family was like this. Your father being a..," Nate stopped trying to find the right word.

"...A cuckold?" Elena giggled, "That's what he is."

"Yea, that. And than this," Nate made the air quotes, "man of the house." He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's just... it’s not what I thought it would be."

Elena clearly didn't like her boyfriend's hesitation. "Kyle is the man of the house! Say it!" she insisted, her voice taking on a firmness he hadn't heard before. Nate's discomfort grew as he realized this was more than just an odd family dynamic; it was a hierarchy that she was expecting him to recognize and respect.

"Look, Elena," he began, trying to sound confident, "I just don't know if I can..."

Her eyes narrowed, and her grip on his hand tightened. "Nate," she said firmly, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you have to understand. Daddy is the man of the house. It's important that you respect that. Can you do that for me?"

The intensity of her gaze was unsettling, and Nate felt his resolve wavering. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in his throat. "Okay," he finally said, his voice a little shaky, "I get it. Kyle is the man of the house."

Elena's smile was radiant as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thank you, baby," she cooed, her voice returning to its usual sweetness. "You're so good to me."

As they walked back, Nate noticed another door, "Elena, what's in there?"

Her face got a bit confused, "Oh, that's... I think it is the attic," she said, looking away.

"Can we go up there?" he asked, feeling a strange curiosity.

"No," she said a bit too quickly. "It's not safe, and Daddy doesn't want us up there."

Just then, they heard a call from downstairs. "Dinner's ready!" a deep woman’s voice rang out.

Elena turned to Nate with a smile. "Come on, let’s eat. You’ll love what my mom made."