I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... a hold that promised much more than I expected. "Lilly, I love you. Will you marry me?" "Otto, I will." "We must see your Mama in the morning, Lilly. I think she will be pleased." "I am nervous about it, Otto. I know she seems more concerned in recent weeks about the amount of time we have been together. I hope she won't be angry about my behavior with you." "Lilly, I think she is going to be overjoyed. You didn't know, and I owe you an apology. She and Mrs. Mazzeti planned exactly this. Your Mama wanted to see if we would like each other, fall in love. Her greatest wish is for you to be settled with a man and those two clever women set this up. I needed a housekeeper, and your Mama thought you needed a husband." I was stunned. I had no idea Mama and 'The Matchmaker' were up to anything with me and Otto. To be left out of a decision like this made me angry. Was I being manipulated by my mother into a marriage, almost like the Old Country where the spouses are still chosen by parents? "Otto, why didn't you tell me? I feel 'used' by all of you." My tears started to flow. What should have been the happiest moment of my life had become bittersweet. I had not been given the chance to find my dream man; I had been placed in proximity with a man who needed a wife, and I had been seduced. My chest seemed heavy, and my face was flushed. "I was bargained away by my mother, Otto. How much did I cost? I feel like a kept woman sold at auction in the marketplace. How could all of you do ...

... this to me?" "Lilly, Lilly, no, it wasn't like that at all. We all love you. I loved you from the very first day I laid eyes on you nearly a year ago. I went to your Mama with Mrs. Mazzeti. It was my request, and your Mama agreed. She loves you as she loves life itself. She only wants you to be happy. Lilly, I am sorry if I don't measure up. Don't feel foolish. I love you dear one. I want to be your man." My tears still welled up and streamed down my face, but the sobbing and heaviness began to subside. My mind was tangled in confusion. Why did I feel so used? I loved Otto, with all my being. His touch, even a simple caress of my cheek while working in the kitchen or when he kissed me goodnight when the children were asleep, and we refrained from sex, was an angel's touch. He began to hum our song again to me. The longing of the soldier for his "Lilli Marlene" penetrated my sadness and brought me slowly back to reality. I had the man of my dreams. Good, kind, tender, loving Otto Gross, a man of trust and love. "Otto, I'm sorry. I'm such a baby still. I want to be a grown-up woman, but I failed the hardest test so far. My pride was pricked by feeling free will taken from me by my mother. She has always let me make my own decisions. It stung to think she still thought of me as a child too." "Lilly, she loves you. Believe it." "I do. I want to sleep now, with you. Just be held and snuggle to your body. Please?" "Yes, sweet Lilly. I love you." ooo Mama was thrilled! She cried, she ...