Legion Of Filth Erotic Stories NEW RELEASE
It’s Becoming Abundantly Clear What My Nutty Mom Always Wants: Episode 1 by Luca Satana
It’s becoming abundantly clear what my nutty mom ALWAYS wants. And I don’t know. Maybe I don’t wanna give it to her. Or, Maybe I do.
My mom is jarringly normal. And yet, she’s also nutty. Exceedingly. Certifiably. Hopelessly. Nutty. I’m not saying I’m not weird. Because, I am weird. But, my mom is totally out-there nutty. I never knew how nutty my mom truly was until the day I turned 18, and this totally out-there nutty side of my mom was unleashed on the world, and me. And, suddenly it became abundantly clear what my nutty mom always wants.
Excerpt:
I don’t know if this story needs any build up. I mean, I didn’t get any build up. All I got was my last good night’s sleep. And then, the next morning, I turned 18. Then, BAM, a couple orderlies from the nearest loony bin pulled up and carried out my jarringly normal mom and left this new extra-nutty mom in her place. And, right in my bed!
When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see my nutty mom, my totally naked nutty mom sitting there in bed with me.
“Hi, Jules,” my mom said, quite ecstatic. She was looking very pretty, with her big brown eyes and long curly brown hair, and looking a tad wet from a recent shower, and, like I said, totally naked. She was sitting somewhat at a distance, with her arms and legs crossed, I assume so she didn’t startle me with any of her naughtier parts, at least not right away.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, quite groggy. “Why are you here? And, more importantly, why are you naked?”
“Does Mommy really have to tell you? Her baby’s 18!”
“Yup. I am.”
“And, that means Mommy doesn’t have to wear clothes so much anymore.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” I smirked. “I think she does. I’m not sure one has anything to do with the other.”
“Oh? But, then, you wouldn’t get to see these…” My mom smiled, showing off her perky little tits, which were almost all areolas, wherever they weren’t puffy pink nipples. And, they came in a set, both almost identical in perkiness, which my mom was quick to demonstrate with the littlest wiggle and jiggle.
I got hard. I mean, let’s think about this. Yes, she was my mom. But, I was 18. How many times in my life had I woke up to two wiggly jiggly perky little tits in my bed? Not often. Probably never.
