The problem, it turns out, was that I am not really very good at anything other than killing people. I tried going to college, but it was no better th...n the high school I barely made it out of. The kids, and they were truly kids, were all at least 10 years younger than me. I felt out of place almost all of the time.After that I tried a succession of jobs, failed at all of them, and had finally settled into a meaningless job as a security guard. I worked the four to midnight shift at a large. Stupid skirt, I thought. Still, I'm pretty sure it had earned me a couple of raises over the years, so I continued to wear it regularly.I guess I was pretty quiet getting into the house. Neither of my girls was in the living room so I took off my shoes and went upstairs.Then I heard it: a grunt from Laurel's room, and not from her. Bed springs squeaking. She wouldn't...I softly opened the door of my 17-year old daughter's bedroom to find her boyfriend Pauly between her thighs, plowing her good. She was just teasing, enjoying this image of her son as a horny fiend, keen to have scorching sex with his female kin. ‘Are you asking me if I ever look at my s****r and think about how fine she is, how much it fun it would be to have sex with her?’ ‘That’s exactly what I’m asking.’ ‘Well the answer is yes, I do look at her like that sometimes.’ ‘I figured!’ mom said, reaching over to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my neck, enjoying my frank confession. Of course what mom couldn’t know is. .who was this woman?! It seemed like seeing me dress up girly had awoken a potty-mouthed nymphomaniac in her.She continued fondling my balls, and with the other palm, started stroking my shaft. It was already up tight and her expert touch made it hard as a rock. I was oozing pre-cum. I would rather have licked it myself or have her lick it off me. But when I tried to touch there, she quickly slapped my hand away.She coated two fingers with the slimy goo and slathered it on my balls. Using the.