Corrupting your Family
You roll out of bed on your 21st birthday. The sun filters in lazily through your bedroom window. Birds are chirping. You pull on a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt and head downstairs. Mom is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the whole family. You wrap your arms around her and give her an affectionate peck on the cheek. "Good morning, mom," you whisper in her ear. "Morning, baby," she says, "and happy birthday." You take a step back and admire your mother. Nancy Doe was pretty good looking...
Incest