Chapter 1

Caution - If you like stories with mind control, smoking, and lots of incest; please enjoy. If not, go read something else. You have been warned. -

I gave my brief speech at a porn convention. “My name is Ken Travers. I haven’t been paid to do this endorsement. I’m a huge fan of Bimbotech and all their products. I don’t even smoke, but Bimbo Lights have improved my life and the lives of all my friends drastically.

Ladies of the sex industry, smoking Bimbo Lights is the best thing you can do to further your career. They’ll make your breasts grow until you have at least a pair of 36 double-D’s, even for Asian girls under 5 feet tall. They thin your legs and waist and plump up your butt. They erase stretch marks and smooth out facial wrinkles, too. They even block most of the pain from taking huge toys or cocks in your pussy, receiving anal sex, or wearing super-high heels all day! Best of all, they prevent pregnancy!

Men, whether you smoke or not, even if you don’t know any women who currently smoke, I strongly advise you to buy Bimbo Lights if you’re ever lucky enough to find them. Give some to a female smoker and she’ll change into a hot and horny idiot within minutes. If a girl doesn’t smoke, have her smell one and she’ll want to try it. Get at least a dozen cartons, if you can. Trust me! You’ll be overjoyed you did!”

FIVE YEARS EARLIER –

My Dad was a long-haul trucker, so he was only home for a couple of days, 2 or 3 times a month. When I was little he had played basketball and other sports with me often, but over the last few years I barely saw him.

I thought it was very odd Mom was a nurse but smoked cigarettes. She was overly concerned with every little detail of my health, including how many times I’d had a bowel movement or peed. How many times did I have wet dreams or masturbate in the last week? Was my urine overly dark or light? Did I have any itching, genital pain, or unusual penile discharge? Was I using condoms with the non-existent girls who were willing to come within arm’s reach of me?

I guess her working at a free clinic and seeing a lot of unplanned pregnancies and diseases every day explained at least part of that, but it was terribly uncomfortable and embarrassing. I dreaded talking to her, since there was no telling when she would ask excessively private questions. I guessed she was better looking than average for her age, but she was my Mom and around 40. That meant I only thought about her while I masturbated a few times a month, then felt guilty about it for days afterward.

My oldest sister Elizabeth was beautiful but a self-righteous hypocrite. It was even worse, since her fiancée was a young preacher and they mentioned either Jesus or God an average of twice a sentence. I knew she’d dated at least ten other guys before her current fiancé and slept with at least half of them, but at least once a day I’d overhear her tell somebody how glad she was she decided to save herself for her husband-to-be. She insisted they weren’t having sex yet, though they recently moved to a small one-bedroom apartment and I’d seen used condoms in their trash.

It was also unfortunate she was no good at cooking and they visited us for dinner several times a week. I knew she had been smoking for years. She always denied it, even when Mom found cigarettes and lighters in her purse. Any time I’d change my sheets or she heard noise from my room at night, she’d tell me how evil it was to pleasure myself and how I was going to Hell for it. She was a very pretty blonde with a slender figure and green eyes. I thought about her as I jacked off nearly every night, usually imagining how great it would be to shove my dick in her mouth to shut her up.

My other sister Caroline was only a year and a half older than I was. We had been friends since we were little kids, but suddenly she turned into a raging bitch. We had gotten along great until she started dating Jenny, a slender redhead, and became a butch lesbian and radical feminist. One evening I had politely asked her to bring me some toilet paper because I was stuck on the upstairs toilet without any. I covered my crotch with my hands and blushed intensely as she gave me a lecture. Before passing me a roll, she ranted about evil misogynistic men like me oppressing women and forcing them into menial tasks like cooking, having babies, and bringing toilet paper. I was especially disappointed she had started smoking cigars. She had large breasts and a curvy butt like Mom. I thought she had been pretty until she quit wearing skirts and chopped most of her dark curly hair off. I’d frequently shake my snake remembering what she used to look like.

My friends Josh, Ricky, Andy, and Wil were all typical college freshman nerds, like I was. Since we were straight, that meant we had three times the sex drive of our fathers but no outlet for it other than masturbation. Most of the young women in my classes were just in college to get their ‘MRS degree’, marriage to a guy who would become a rich lawyer, doctor, or pro sports star. No girl with any self-respect would be caught dead with a young math major, especially my two gorgeous crushes Wendy and Rachel. I think half the other guys in our classes had crushes on them too.

Every school day for the last two weeks, my friends and I had gone to Ricky’s house after our last class. Since you needed to be 21 to buy porn in our overly conservative state, he had stolen a precious porno magazine and we took turns jerking off with it in his basement bathroom. Most of the time 10 minutes was more than enough. The rare times anybody was in the bathroom longer than 10 minutes we’d pound on the door, ask if they knew what they were doing, offer to sell them Viagra, and generally humiliate the slowpoke. After some video games and two or three turns in the bathroom, I’d reluctantly go home.