I would normally just sit at home most evenings and jerk off to porn, my way of coping with the lack of sex.I had heard some things about my wife's pa...t. Her friend got drunk once and told me how Cindy used to be a bit of a slut, that she had dated a lot of guys and had a thing for black guys. My wife tried to reassure me saying it was never anything serious, just sex, but being a skinny white guy I always found myself feeling insecure, thinking about them fucking her.As time went on my. Deep down where no-one is going to find it. Not now, not ever. Because the laws against its use are retrospective. And that was only the half of it. Even if you could hide your power source and bury it safely away some day, the power still fucked you up inside. In ways that were hard to pick at first, and hard to control in the end. Little ways which become huge motherfuckers of ways. Lies. No, not lies at first. Just undisclosed times and details. But the lies come soon enough. The secret. Which has an interesting story behind it.Your roommate, Kevin, pledged one of the fraternities, you can't remember which, and his was at war with another one, still can't remember which (at this point, all the Greek chapters on campus blended together in your mind so can't really remember who hates who and which sorority is the sister to which fraternity), and Kevin's needed to get the other fraternity fast and hard. You took a look around your room and recalled some things you heard on the. “You owe your Dad a lot, and inviting him to be intimate with you now that you are an adult, and can be a consenting adult, would have to be the ultimate compliment to him.”“That’s an unusual thought,” I suggested. And it made me ask…“Mark, you’re suggesting I invite Dad to fuck me. Have you ever invited Mum to have sex with you…or rather, have you ever fucked Mum?”“Well, if I have, I won’t be telling you,” he replied, smiling at me. “Just as I won’t ever be telling Mum that I fucked you three.