I could never do something that would hurt him. And I cursed myself for wanting to fuck his wife, my mother. I was upset, tired, sleepless and confuse...d. I told myself I will never think dirty about my mom for the sake of my dad, and our family. But the question still remained – would I have fucked my mother otherwise?Next day, after waking up, I found it difficult to face my mother. I just could not look at her. All the courage I had built to shamelessly lust for her seemed to have been washed. My dad was shouting in the meantime and I said, "Enough!" I smiled atthe man. "Did I make my point? If you ever try to threaten my familyagain I will end your life." Understood..." the man gasped.I stood up and walked to the door and opened it for the men to leave."Stacy what the hell was that?" my mom yelled at me."Mom, Dad... I guess I need to tell you more about my time than I toldyou..."THE MEN WERE as good as their word and I soon had a new birthcertificate. The only thing about it that I. This effectively means that you can either play through as a "winner" and toy with other people, or be a "loser" and be the one who gets toyed with. Other paths are stuff like, playing as a male or a futa, and private sex and shared sex.**(W/M) Winner/Male(W/F) Winner/Futa(L/M) Loser/Male**(L/F) Loser/FutaTL:DR - Skip to chapter three to avoid introductionDISCLAIMER: ANYTHING CONTAINED IN THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION, DO NOT IN ANYWAY ATTEMPT TO RECREATE ANY OF THE SCENARIOS IN THIS, NOR. ‘Open up,’ he said. He didn’t want me to see what I was taking. I let him get away with it because it just might help. I woke up some time later. There was an aroma of something cooking but I couldn’t identify it. My head ached and I was hot, but at least I wasn’t sweating. Jeff walked into the bedroom with a steaming mug with a spoon sticking out of it. ‘Homemade chicken soup,’ he announced. ‘Studies have shown it to be the most effective flu remedy by thirty five percent.’ ‘You’re just making.