Chances are that at some point in Rob Black's controversial career, someone has asked him how he manages to sleep at night. With the content in his vids spanning the spectrum from simple loogie-launches to assaults with dead fish to the quaffing of a loathsome combination of ass-juices through funnels, Black's body of work tends to center on shocking his audience with outre action.

Until now, that is. But don't assume Black's sending his "sick fuck" horse to the glue factory just yet. Because his latest contribution takes what some may consider an even more twisted task: essaying the shamefully sick turn-on of horrifying ideals. Moral degeneration, even.

Anyone up for a little incest?

Now, before you start comparison shopping for bounty hunters to sic on Black's pale ass, understand that he's wisely teetering on the very edge of despicability of delving into the related-by-marriage realm of stepfamily fun. Step-brothers, step-sisters, step-fathers, step-daughters; an endless parade of "I'm so glad we're almost-related" shenanigans sallies forth.

Except once (and if Black's destined to spend eternity roasting on a spit with an apple in his mouth, this is the one that'll ignite the charcoal briquettes): Ron Jeremy and wife Bunny Bleu storm into adopted daughter Lexi Eriksson's bedroom to confront her about a used condom they've harvested from her wallet. Jeremy is so convincing that if he'd continued with this line of angry/lascivious questioning for much longer, it could have been chilling; as it stands, it's merely creepy, and that's quite enough. Their thoroughly nasty threeway features Bleu taking four of Jeremy's meaty fingers in her ass before a reverse cowgirl-anal.

Other highlights include the excellent opening romp between Katie Gold and Van Damage, who's deserting the homestead to get married. :"Why don't you stay here and we can make heaven together?" step-sis simpers, sending him a parting gift in the form of a lively blowjob that washes away her pretty pink lipstick; he returns the favor with a doggie anal that gapes her equally pretty pink length. And you'd think Van had a candy machine lodged up his ass from the lenght of time Gold feasts on his sphincter. Then there's tennis instructor Tom Byron ("Call me Dad"), who teaches step-daughter Jessica Darlin "a different kind of game," with the obligatory pool of lube shifting gently in her dilated asshole the way the early-morning tide slaps against the beach. Tiny, limber Ember Haze gets some help with he term paper and a dildo in her butt from Coral Sands, and Teri Starr professes her love for Dick Nasty and his pal Rick Masters with long strands of their emissions swinging from her chin. Black closes with a ringer more in his traditional style, as Jacklyn Lick does her impersonation of a six-pack for Tiffany Mynx's fingers. The two girls quiver side-by-side atop Vince Vouyer and Mark Davis, soon recycling deposits of man-milk into each other's mouth.

Sadly, not once is a step-son afforded the opportunity to show just how devoted he is to his new mommy; an omission that may say more about Black's limits than community standards.

Then again, we're talking about the man who gave birth to spectacular nadirs like Ass, Gas and the Mystical Glop. The future of "sick fuckdom" is unwritten.