Introduction

Your name is John Doe, you are a high school senior and will soon turn 18. Your life SUCKS! You have no girlfriend, hell few actual friends at all. You HATE going to school every day, and being **** to do all these worksheets and group projects with people you can’t stand all day every day! The only escape from this awful life is your sexual fantasies, no woman is safe, as long as they are over 18 you think about fucking them, all those bitchy teachers who seemed dead set on making you suffer, down on their knees sucking your cock under their desk. Ripping the Swimsuits off of every teasing bitch in Gym class. Casually walk into the girl's dressing room and jerk off while they shower. Fucking one of the indistinguishable popular girls on the lunch table in front of her friends. Hell, these go far outside of school, you thought about fucking your Aunt Kathy on her son's car bed. Having your cousin's Girlfriend suck you off during Christmas dinner. Not even your own Mother was safe from your sick twisted desires, in fact you think about fucking her more than anyone else, her tan skin, giant breasts, her long black hair oh god you wanted her so badly! But you can never have her, you can never act on any of these fantasies, you just have to keep being the world's garbage can.

Right now it's your 18th birthday. It's a small party, just You, your Mom, Penny Doe, and your dad Frank Doe. The cake with the one and eight-shaped candles sits on the table before you, while both of your parents stand behind you, encouraging you to blow them out. "Why do my parents insist on doing all these stupid birthday traditions, I’M 18 YEARS OLD,” You think to yourself before you hear a very familiar voice behind you

“Make a wish sweetie!” Mom says, You begrudgingly comply with her request. Looking deep into the small flames in front of you, “I wish I could have anything I want, god knows I fucking deserve it” you think to yourself offhandedly before blowing out the candles.

Your parents both erupt into applause, Your Dad steps forward and pats you on the back a few times.

“Congratulations John, you're a man now!” He declares with fatherly pride, he is practically shoved to the side by your Mom who engulfs you in a big hug before planting a big kiss on your cheek.

“I hope my big boy thought of something really good for your 18th birthday wish,” Mom says after pulling away from you. All this talk of birthday wishes has got you mildly annoyed, and you voice your thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter, it's not like it will ever happen anyway!” You respond pessimistically as usual. Your parents look confused, Shocked even, by your response.

“Don’t say that! Of course it will, you can have Anything you want!” Mom exclaims.

“Yeah, don’t be so hard on yourself, you are a good kid, I’m sure you deserve it,” Dad adds, You just laugh at the idea

“Really, Anything?” you reply expecting them to agree with you, but they don’t laugh. Their expressions hardly change,

“Yeah of course!” Dad states with a tone implying the answer was as obvious as 1+1=2. Now you get confused. "Why are they acting this way?" You wonder.

“Alright then if I can have anything I want… give me a hundred bucks,” You ask your Dad, not expecting much.

“Done!” Dad reaches into his wallet and places a hundred-dollar bill in your hand. you're surprised, but not totally convinced.

“O-okay, How about a thousand?” You ask reluctantly. Dad seems to think about it for a moment, before whipping out his wallet and completely emptying it of cash. You stare in complete shock at the pile of bills of every kind -as well as a few loose coins- haphazardly placed on the table.

“I think that's about 300 dollars, I can head to the bank to withdraw the rest if you want, Or should I just give you my debit card?” Dad explains casually. You can hardly fathom what was just asked of you, has dad gone insane? You look to Mom expecting her to shut this insanity down but… nothing. She doesn’t seem to think anything is wrong with this. After judging her reaction to your Dad’s action you decide to test her next.

“Uhh, I don’t want this cake I want you to make me a whole batch of brownies right now,” You spoke with unease in your voice.

“Anything you want sweetie!” She says without giving it a second thought. You’re in complete disbelief, YOU picked this cake out weeks ago and Mom is just completely willing to scrap the whole thing and make brownies from scratch!? You sit in silence while Mom gets everything out of the fridge, a couple of minutes later you hear a shout from the kitchen.

“Oh No, we’re out of Eggs!” Mom cries out. It all happened so fast before you could even say a word, Dad steps forward.

“No problem, I can grab some more on my way back from the bank.” He proclaims as he grabs his coat off the hanger and rushes out the door.

As you watch this scene unfold a million thoughts rush through your head. Could this possibly be happening, “can I really have ANYTHING I could possibly want?” You sit and think about all the possibilities for a couple of hours until a fresh batch of brownies is placed in front of you on the table.

“Here you go honey, I hope you like them!” Mom says with a warm smile. You just stare silently, pondering what to do now. “Is this for real? Is this all a big Joke!? You look at your Mother, her loving smile, her small soft hands. Right now she is wearing a red polka-dotted apron with a little brownie batter spilled on her cleavage. A new possibility dawns on you as you feel a familiar tightening in your pants. Within seconds all caution jumps out the window as your mind is completely engulfed in a cloud of lust. In a moment of complete horniness, you yell out.

“I want to fuck Mom!”

Then… Silence… Terrible silence. Your heart sinks and you start panicking internally. You close your eyes and wait to get beaten to **** but… nothing. You reluctantly open your eyes and just see your Mom smiling at you.

“Oh of course you can fuck me, sweetie,” Mom exclaims with Joy like you asked her for a hug.

“Yeah of course, she is your Mother, after all, you deserve to fuck her if you want to,” Dad states looking back at Mom both nodding in agreement

“No fucking way!” You think to yourself. Your heart rate is surging, the thought of fulfilling one of your most taboo sexual fantasies has got you in a state of ecstasy.

“So how do you want to do this?” Mom asks “Should we fuck in your room or my room? Or should we just fuck right here?