A perverted little freak. But hey, at our age, every guy is a perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet supposedly had a thing with his Mother."........Anyway, the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother. She didn't help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of. She can go and live with the wanker now." What about your children? They need their mother and father." I don't know, Dad. I haven't had time to think anything out yet. Look, I've been faithful in this marriage; it's Sue that's been putting it about. Ask her your bloody silly questions, not me."My parents really loved Susan. They had always thought that the sun shone out of her arse and I began to get the nasty impression that I was going to finish up as the villain of this piece.Susan turned. " "Souls?" I said in dismay, "kallos?" The comely, the beautiful." rumbled the voice, "You will crave the coition. Fornication. You will feed off the female ecstasy. Consuming their soul in the process." I.. I.. what?" I stammered in complete distress."Heed my words. You now possess the Curse of the Incubi. It is your allegiance to collect the souls of the young and kallos. The longer you contravene, the more the urge will grow. To collect the soul your seed must flow within them as they reach. “You wanted me to get a new job.” Josh was burying his head in his hands and moaning. That horilka will give you a whopper of a hangover, you know. “I’ve got the new job,” she yelled at him. Josh cringed. “I’m ready to fuck when you are. I’m ready to suck when you can get it up, dipshit. You had so fucking much to drink last night nobody was getting anything up with a crane.” Josh said he was sorry. “You bet your ass you’re sorry. You’re one sorry motherfucker. We’ll go out tonight. When I tell.