This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton

I miss Paul Harvey. These kids have no fuckin’ clue who Paul Harvey was, but I listened to him with my dad. My dad had the world’s greatest patience, especially dealing with my mom.

He got her a night shirt that said “Spoiled rotten bitch.”

He knew what he was dealing with. I learned watching the master when it came to patience.  The fact that I lived, my dad had the worlds greatest patience. 

When I  was 14, my mother had called me a son of a bitch so frequently, I thought I’d give it a try.

“Yeah mom, you’re right.”

She got a puzzled look and then it snapped into place and she went on doing something else.  I laughed to myself.  Who has this story about their mom?

I’ve haven’t met another.

After dad died, heart attack, followed by a stroke. I really can’t believe she didn’t kill him. The other 2 husbands died during sex.

Think about it, what’s a bitch?

A female dog that wants to be fucked.

Anyway, after dad died, I told my mom “Mom I tell people I use the term son of a bitch as a badge of honor to honor my mother.”

Fast reaction by mom “You damn well better.”

Then later that day “It’s thee bitch. Remember that son.”

I could never forget. Over 100 years and I still remember. 

Yeah, I was talking about dad. He’s the one that I saw him give mom roses every so often. Not because he did anything, he was a hopeless romantic, and he loved my mom purely and truly. 

I thought that’s where the patience came from, but instead he was 1/8 Cherokee.  His great grandmother walked the trail of tears as a Cherokee medicine women.

Cherokee have tremendous patience, but once it goes, run and don’t stop.  Even God can’t help you. God will tell you “Fuck that, you pissed off a Cherokee, you’re fucked.”

That’s the one I don’t get. Why God made the succubus and the Incubus?

Was God high?

I doubt it but when we look at our lineage, it seems that we were the devils children.  When Lucifer fell to earth with a third of the angels following, they had sex with human women.

The Nephilim is what we are. It runs through families. So it wasn’t God and it was God in a roundabout way. Had God not kicked Lucifer out, we wouldn’t be here.

It was mom’s family.

So her saying she was thee bitch, well she came by it honestly. 

And Incubi and succubi never have incest. It’s in our genetic code, down to the DNA. Now I wish the whole 18 thing could have passed through the DNA, but oh well.

When I was 13, I noticed some of the girls my age were getting tits and I really loved their asses. At 17 I had sex for the first time.  My power had been revealed. 

Before I had no clue what I was, after, I could feel my abilities for the first time.

It was fucking weird as shit. I don’t know how else to describe it.

One day I couldn’t do shit. The next day, I got stronger physically, I could tell what people were thinking just by looking at them, I could use the voice, just above a whisper and I  could get anyone to do what I said, and stuff.

It was at that time mom knew. Her senses could feel that I had tasted my power for the first time.  We had a talk.

No one ever is ready to hear that one is an Incubus, no one. Hearing it from your mother, that fucked me up.

Seriously fucked me up.