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.
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.
fourteen-year-old Colorado ranching family boy, Cory Stanton, has come into season, in a family tradition that a boy in the family coming into season is first initiated by a family member. His mother sends him up into the mountains with his older half brother, Thad, to avoid Cory being taken by his father. But there are other Stanton men around, willing, and able, in this tale of incest in the old West.
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.
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.
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.