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The Third StageHank Albrecht awoke one Saturday morning to find that his alarm hadn't gone off when it was supposed to. Luckily, he didn't have any plans. He only set his alarm in the first place because he didn't want to get in the habit of waking up late over the weekend and then be late to school on Monday. He rose from his bed and slipped on a pair of black jeans and a Black Sabbath shirt that was slightly too small for him and therefor appeared tight. His hair was blonde and halfway spiked after sleeping on it all night. He was a thin boy, though not as skinny as some of his friends, whose ribs you could plainly see. He stood about five feet tall. His left ear was pierced and he wore a golden skull earring. Hank walked into the kitchen where he found his mother was cooking sausage. There was a plate on the table with two eggs seperated to opposite sides of the plate. As the pleasent scent of food filled Hank's nostrils, he developed a sudden hunger, a burning desire to taste the delicious, seasoned brown meat that would no doubt soon lay on his plate. It's almost like he was lusting after his breakfast. Hank's mother was really the thing to lust after. She stood five-foot-seven, had just the right amount of meat on her in just the right places, and currently was dressed in white lingerie and a red apron. Her hair was silky and black, and she wore it in a ponytail which went down between her shoulder blades. She was far too attractive for her age. Unfortunately Hank, she was his mother. Hank sat silently at the table, waiting for his mother to finish preparing the sausage. In his head he went through all the things he could do today. He still hadn't finished reading Cujo. He could do that. Or he could play video games all day. He had no money, so he basically couldn't go anywhere... As Hank was constructing plans for the day, he was startled by a bang and the screeching cry of a cat in pain. He looked behind him into the living room and saw that his pet cat Godzilla had fallen from the edge of the couch, but was fine. He then moved his eyes to a photograph of his father dressed in an army uniform. It was placed on a small cabinet against the west wall that served as a makeshift Catholic altar. The altar also held four candles and a senser with a long stick of sandalwood incense that nobody ever lit. Hank's father had been out of the counrty for close to a year now, on active duty in Iraq. Hank was still very angry at his father for joining the military, but hoped nothing would happen to him. It would be a shame for him to die in Iraq. He didn't even want to think about how that would make his mother feel. He hated to see his mother cry. Hank sat in front of his computer several nights later, watching porn and masturbating under his desk, his zipper undone but the button on his pants fastened. His right arm moved progressively faster as he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. He moved his left hand down between his legs and placed his thumb between his balls and his underwear to increase the intensity of his masturbation. Without warning, Hank's mother opened his door and walked into the room to tell him dinner was ready. Without thinking, Hank turned his computer chair, still masturbating. A look of horror and embarassment took form on his face as he ejaculated, covering his own mother's face with his thick, white semen. Hank's mother froze instantly. She was completely shocked. Her mind raced. She thought about the fact that she had just caught her son masturbating. She thought about whether or not she should tell him dinner was ready or just leave the room. She thought about Hank's father. Without thinking, she licked the cum from her face. It had been a full year since she had been sexually active... She smiled and approached her son. From a Monterey Bay area magazine article detailing bizarre murders: On April 7th, 2007, Abraham Albrecht returned to his home in Monterey, California after serving one year and two months of active duty in Iraq. His wife, Candace, was thrilled to finally see her husband return home. His son Hank was less so. Hank had been angry at his father since he had joined the military, and held a grudge even after more than a year. That night, Abraham and Candace Albrecht made love three times while they believed their son Hank was out with friends. Hank, it turns out, returned home at 8:00 PM, just shortly after the couple started having sex. When Hank arrived he happened to glimpse through a house window that his parents were having sex in their bedroom. He watched the couple for several hours, then went inside and went to bed. The next morning at breakfast, Hank pulled a gun on his father and shot the man in the right shoulder, knocking him to the ground. When Abraham shouted at Hank, "What the Hell are you doing?", he noticed that Hank's eyes were glazed over and his face was nearly expressionless. The last words Abraham Albrecht heard were his son saying in a childlike tone, "No, Daddy! Mine!" Hank Albrecht then shot his father in the head. He was found by the police that night having sex with his mother's corpse. Cause of death: suicide.
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