Fucking the Feminism Out.

I fuck the feminism out of my nephew. And got a reward.

Based on a post by DangerHunt69. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

I should have never let my nephew go off to college. They poisoned his mind with their talk of women's equality, which was really a claim of women being identical, if not superior to men.

Now I hardly recognize him. I didn't notice it at first, but after two years in college its become obvious. Raising our nephew since he was 5, his uncle and I taught him that it was a woman's role to keep the home while her man provided for her, and kept her happy. I wonder how long until he turns his back on his faith, too? I need to do something.

"Marge! You want to fuck Robert? Why the hell would you think that's a good idea?" My husband asked, more stunned than angry.

"Eugene, He needs to be shown that it's a woman's submissive role; to assist and submit to her man, not the other way around." I argued.

"I mean, yeah; but this seems pretty fucking drastic. He's my late sister's son?" Eugene was confused.

"You'd rather our nephew becomes a pussy-whipped liberal? Fuck, the way he was talking last night, I think he already is!"

"And your solution is that having sex with him, is somehow going to fix all that? Darling, I'm not so sure your solution is wise."

"All he needs is an intense role-modeling. A traditional woman providing submissive pussy on a consistent basis; and the example of a lady cooking, cleaning, and encouraging him every day, so he'll get used to it! Once he sees the value and harmony of a woman to care for him well, we'll have rescued him from a lonely life of submission to hostile dominant women!"

"And I'm just suppose to stand by and let you fuck our nephew? Is that fair to me?"

"Fair? You want to be fair? How many affairs have you had, Eugene? How many times have I come home with bags of groceries; to find a slut in our bed?"

"I already gone to confession. Admitted my sins to the lord. I've been forgiven! But have you really forgiven me, Marge?"

"Too many times, Eugene; too many times. You're going to let me show my nephew a woman's place is in the kitchen, and on her back. Caring for her man, and caring for his babies. You've fucked a half-dozen whores, at least. And for your own pleasure. I'm doing this to save our nephew's soul."

"And if I don't agree?" Eugene challenged.

"Then I'm gonna tell those women's husbands what you've done. Not just the priest this time."

"Whatever. Fine, just don't do it with Robert when I'm in the house."

Toxic With Testosterone.

The issue first came up when I was reading some of his lecture notes, from a summer semester class. He had to retake a sociology class.

Eugene and I were paying crazy high tuition for these feminists to poison young people with their militant feminist nonsense.

I started my quest to save my nephew with simple dialogue and reason. Here's how it started.

A Dinner Plan.

One day while my nephew was out working his summer job I made a three course Italian meal. While the lasagna was slowly cooking in the oven, my nephew came home and wandered into the kitchen. I was preparing the cannoli