You were worried about your mom getting married to this new man, you and your mom are middle eastern, her new husband and his son are white. They have a lot of money, your mom was a waitress before this how were things gonna work out?
You got your answer the first day you moved in, you went to put your bags in your room and you were shocked because the man’s son Josh was in the room sitting on the bed.
“Oh sorry I thought this was my room”
“Don’t worry it is your room, I just thought we should talk”
“Well your mom did a good job getting my dad to like her, and she’s not that bad to look at she does have great titts”
You couldn’t believe what was happening and the way he was speaking about your mom
“You can’t talk about her like that”
“Or….what are you gonna do faggot? Get in a fight with me and go back to barley having enough money for food?? This is exactly why I’m here, I need to make sure you and your mom appreciate what me and my dad are giving you by letting you live here, I mean you are grateful aren’t you?”
“Yes I am grateful Sir, from now on you address me as sir only, like the rest of the staff”
“Okay yes I am grateful Sir, now can you please leave my room so I can unpack”
“I’ll leave after you kiss my feet, and I don’t mean a single kiss, you will kiss my feet and keep kissing, only stopping to thank me for the chance faggot, understand”
And this became what you did every morning, it became your most continues ritual, until his dad got bored and threw both of you out after 6 months.