Legion Of Filth Erotic Stories NEW RELEASE
I don’t mind if my mom beats me. It’s when she really beats me, and I mean really beats me senseless, I really start to lose my mind.
My mom beats me. In pretty much every sense of the word. I know. Weird. She thinks it’s hilarious. It’s sick. And gross. And freaky. And spectacular. But awful, too. And she just laughs and laughs. And I just get beat and beat. In pretty much every sense of the word. I know. Weird.
It happened one morning. Well. Obviously. What a dumb way to start a story. But it did.
We were in a pillow fight. In my mom’s room. In my mom’s bed. I’m not sure how it started. Or how we even got there. But trust me, we were.
Suddenly, my mom hit me hard. Seemingly extra hard. “Mom! Ow! You’re nuts!” I glared at her.
“No! Your nuts!” My mom giggled, then hit me way harder than she previously did. And in my nuts.
“Ow!!!” I wanted to punch her. Seriously. Imagine that. A guy punching his own mom. And I’m bigger than her. Now. At 18. At 40 she seemed so small. Really weird. Like I was the parent. Or in charge. Kind of hard when she’s the one beating me. All the time. In every sense of the word. But I’ll get to that.
“Ow!!!” She mocked me.
“Forget you, Mom! That really hurt!” I glared at her.
“Oh, cry me a river, Elvi!”
“I will. I am.” I cupped my balls. “Gees.”
“Well, you just need to take a minute.”
“I am. So don’t hit me.”
“Don’t tell me that, Elvi, or I will.”
“Better not. I’m in pain here, Mom.”
“Okay-okay.” She set the pillow down.
I sighed. Finally, I was safe.
Then, my mom cupped my balls for me.
“What?” I said, smirking at her.
“Quiet,” she said, then giggled, as she started to, well, fondle me. It felt weird. Good. Bad. Ugly. But mostly and ultimately, fabulous, as I started to grow.