I've been having very very bad thoughts for many years now, and only recently decided to put these very very bad thoughts on the internet for all to see. Hopefully, you will enjoy my brand of very very bad thoughts.
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First rule of fighting with my mom. Don’t talk about fighting with my mom. Second rule of fighting with my mom. Don’t talk about fighting with my mom! Sorry, Brad Pitt, but I just have to. It’s therapeutic. Otherwise, I could internalize this stuff forever and develop ass cancer and die. Although, that could very well happen anyway. Regardless, I stand by my original statement. I need to get this stuff off my chest.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing. And, on an unrelated note, which turned out to be very related, when my mom, who makes very little money working as a teacher’s aide at my high school, said she was working some extra hours this week and thus making a little extra money, I also thought that was a good thing, because ever since I turned 18, a month or two prior, my mom has been promising to get me a car. The thought never occurred to me that my mom’s extra hours were going to come from being one of Miss Mayberry’s chaperones, or, more specifically, one of Miss Mayberry assigned sex-ed partners. Not until, well, the very second my mom showed up at my hotel door.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely, well, horny, like all the time, and one is extremely, well, never horny, like all the time? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, well, my mom came up with blue green. Or I don’t know what you call it. That’s just what it amounted to. It wasn’t gross. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was, of course, to be unhorny.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in, truly interested in, to the point that the word obsession might apply? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her, or too good for her, depending on how you look at it, what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
Introducing Taboo Tales by Legion Of Filth, erotic stories told with a bit of fun. Each collection in this series will focus on one kink, this one, in particular, being the irresistible dynamic of mom/son.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. And man, I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But, unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. Well, not so much as wish it upon my mom. But give it to her. And, I don’t know, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
One doesn’t just start doing this sort of thing. Or at least I didn’t. It was just something I feel I simply fell into. In fact, I’m almost certain there was only one way this whole thing could have ever ended up. And it’s with that realization that I finally learned how to stop worrying and love my family. Hopefully this helps. Yours truly, Fisher.
For whatever reason, my mom felt she needed to lose some weight. So that’s what she did. And then some. Eventually, I had to step in. I told her, “I don’t care! You have to eat something, Mom!” So that’s what she did. And then some. More than I could muster. And then some more after that. I truly think it was the best thing for her. Or maybe it was the best thing for me. Truly the best.
If you ask me, my mom’s fucked-up time-outs should really be called time-ins. I’m just saying. I’m not trying to be crass. Just accurate. So many things in life are inaccurate. Or, let’s face it, false. Or just lazily handled. So, I would like to get this one thing right. And that is my mom’s fucked-up time-outs should really be called time-ins.
If I was trying to frame it as a good thing, I guess you could say I was helping my mom through the grieving process. In a way, if you will, weaning her off my dad’s memory. After all, it stands to reason, since my dad was, well, my dad, naturally my cock wasn’t going to fall far from my dad’s cock. Judging from my mom’s, well, let’s say enthusiasm, I think she would agree. So, in a way, I think what I did was almost noble. Plus, it felt really fucking good, given, apparently how fucking good my mom was at, well, essentially, sucking cock.
First rule of fighting with my mom. Don’t talk about fighting with my mom. Second rule of fighting with my mom. Don’t talk about fighting with my mom! Sorry, Brad Pitt, but I just have to. It’s therapeutic. Otherwise, I could internalize this stuff forever and develop ass cancer and die. Although, that could happen anyway. I stand by my original statement. I need to get this stuff off my chest.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
Introducing Taboo Tales by Luca Satana, erotic stories told with a bit of fun. Each collection in this series will focus on one kink, this one, in particular, being the irresistible dynamic of mom/son.
Could it be 19-year-old Leviathan Curtis has finally found something he’s interested in? At this point, his parents would be happy to find anything their son was interested in. His mom Hannah Curtis, especially. Finding something for her son to be interested in has always been something of a futile enterprise. It’s just too bad for her what Levi is finally showing an interest in is Mom Driver.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
What are you supposed to do when there are four members of your immediate family, and three of them are extremely horny and one is extremely never horny? That was the situation my mom, my brother, and I were in. Until, my mom came up with blue green. It was meant to be orderly. Fair. And as neat and clean as possible, while still accomplishing what we set out for. And that was to be unhorny.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.
A while back I had a wicked sore throat. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Most certainly I wouldn’t wish it upon my mom. But that’s exactly what happened. And, when that happens, when you give a wicked sore throat to your poor mom, well, you’ll do just about anything to ease her pain. I know that’s what I did. And I’m not the least bit sorry. Well, maybe a little bit.