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 single mother catches her 16 year old son in the act of masturbation. Her sexual urgencies get the better of her as she has not been with a man for 16 years.
In a worldwide calamity, all the men die and all the boys become profoundly retarded. There's only one thing they're interested in any more, an interest that awakens at puberty. Women struggle to adjust.