Chapter 1 Sandra Hernandes, a 35-year-old single mother, sat at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee. Her eyes drifted to the framed photo on the wall—a picture of her and her 16-year-old son Erik in front of his high school. He was tall and strong, with the chiseled features of a young Viking, just like his father. Sandra had only met Erik's father once, a fleeting encounter that resulted in her pregnancy. She n...

Sarah was a single mother, living with her teenage son Erik. She had always been a devoted parent, working hard to provide for them both. But lately, things had been tough. The economy was struggling, and her job as a secretary wasn't paying the bills like it used to. That's when she heard about the government's new breeding program. It was controversial, to say the least. The idea was that single women could volunteer to...

The next two days passed without incident, and gave me time to process everything that had happened. While it wasn't great that my son was lusting after his own mother and tributing cum to her at night, I decided it was ultimately harmless. I figured it was a phase and he would eventually grow out of it. I worried that confronting him would push him back into his shell, which he had just recently started to emerge from. I...

"Honestly, Daphna, you won't believe what these kids are into these days." It was a lazy afternoon at work, and Hila was telling me about her ghastly discovery: her son watches porn. She'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, but it was going into overdrive right now. I mean, yeah, people watch porn; it's a healthy habit. If I recall correctly, there were many a nights her bed would be squeaking loudly at 3am when we u...

I sat and let the pee run out of me into the motel toilet. It was the early hours in the morning and I was doing a body survey. I had pinch marks and hickeys all over my body. My nipples looked like they had been pulled so many times they might never return to their former shape. My mom's cunt was so sore, the toilet paper gave it a little sting when I wiped. I stood up and flushed, and looked in the mirror. My God, Jenni...

The next morning, the sun streamed through the curtains, mocking James with its cheerfulness as he awoke to a new weekend, one forever marred by the revelation of the previous night. The space beside him in bed was cold and empty, Carla's side of the mattress untouched. He felt a pang of sadness, the absence of her warmth serving as a stark reminder of the gulf that had opened between them. With a heavy heart, he rose and...

Helen sat waiting in the gym car park. She and her older son Michael had arrived a few minutes before her younger son, Darren finished work for the day. She looked in the mirror at Michael, who was in the back seat with earphones in. "Why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen asked him. "Huh?" Michael asked, taking out an earbud. "I said, why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen replied. "Plus you'll gain a bit of musc...

The unprecedented legalization of incestuous relations shook the very foundations of James' world. He had always been a man of traditional values, and the thought of such a taboo act being sanctioned by the government filled him with a visceral disgust that was difficult to articulate. Little did he know, the quiet nights in his seemingly perfect suburban home were about to be shattered by the illicit whispers and furtive...

All this happened during summer break of my sophomore year in college. I was back home for the summer until fall semester started. I'm not sure why I spied on them that night because I'd never had any sexual thoughts about any of my family members. It just kind of happened. I still think about it sometimes, and the memory is still fresh. It was a little after midnight on some random July Wednesday night in a suburb of a l...