Margaret Mitchell seduced her eighteen-year-old son Tom into playing at sex with her. They thought it was a very private relationship until Margaret’s daughter, Sara, walked in on them. After learning a rather intimate detail about her mother and brother’s relationship, Sara started questioning her relationship with her boyfriend, Eddie.
This would probably be our last family holiday, after this year, my sister Heather and I would go our own way. Dad had booked us into a small family hotel on the south coast, for a week of sun and sand. Because money was tight, Heather and I were sharing a room again like we had before Dad had converted the attic space into an extra bedroom. I got an extensive lecture from Mum about respecting Heather's privacy.
Virgin Benji, full time masturbator, tries to rescue his drunken mother from an abusive pick-up. He is raped for his efforts. Mabel starts on the road to recovery and knows better than to reward her own son. Sister Jeannie cums to the rescue.
The plot follows a family of four for 15 days, 24 hours a day. In those 15 days, every detail of what each of them accomplished during the day and night will be described, but the twist is that you can read the story from the perspective of each of them separately. The plot is synchronized, so the reader will hopefully be able to appreciate how the same situations look from a different perspective or how they experience them.
In this world, cultivators and mages fought for thousands of years to prove who was stronger. Cultivators could live very long and kept getting more powerful over time, while mages died much sooner even with special potions. Because of this, cultivators slowly became much stronger and mages lost their old power. Then a poor young boy from a small village got a special system that lets him become stronger by doing perverted things, and it all started when he accidentally saw his mother fingering
Time and circumstances set the stage for a dependent widowed mother to finally have her mature for his age son's root buried in her bush. She says, "We can't." He says, "Who's going to know?" "Nobody, I guess but don't ever tell anyone I let you."