As I look back on it; the day I raped my mother for the first time, all those years ago, she got exactly what she deserved. Boy is infatuated with his mom's nyloned legs. He waits his chance and then fucks her against her will.
An everyman in a retail job discovers by accident that he has strange, supernatural powers that give him control over the actions of others. Well, power corrupts, doesn't it?
My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.
My brother Manny and I decided to have a party. My parents had gone out and wouldn't be back until late. So my brother and I were home alone. We invited two of my girlfriends and ten guys that Manny knew to the party. It was really wild until our Parents walked in. Then things got far more weird.
A boy learns how to have sex from his mother and father when the pubescent prehistoric male comes into his own. His sister learns what her purpose is as well.