Luca Satana puts the incest erotica in Legion of Filth, so if this happens to be your taboo of choice, you can’t go wrong with a Luca Satana title. Best sellers have been The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn, A Mother-Son Getaway Gone Wrong, Taking Care Of Grandma, Aunt Sarah’s Answer To Everything, In Addition To Everything Else Going On In My Life Now I Have To Get My Mom Pregnant Too!, Oggy Gobbins Comes Alive and of course Luca’s Naughty Bits series.
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Tall Thin Peter Flynn, who was quite popular among his family members, first for being the only boy in the rather large family, and second for possessing, ever since a child, an abnormally long and skinny cock, has finally, to everyone’s sheer delight, turned 18! And right there to celebrate the occasion are his mean and controlling mother and his wild and wide-eyed sisters. In most families, this would be a joyous, yet harmless affair. For the Flynns, well, this was going to be anything but harmless. This was going to be downright hardcore. WARNING: THIS EBOOK CONTAINS INCEST! LOT’S OF MOTHER-FUCKING INCEST! LITERALLY!
Eric Brennan was a handsome 18-year-old young man who really wanted to help his mother. He knew his father was no good for his mother. He was mean. Abusive. Controlling. In fact, the only good thing he ever did for her was fuck her. A lot. Eric knew this from all the years growing up in the house and hearing them going at it. Especially his mother, who was a particularly loud lover.
And so, Eric decided he would confront his mother on Spring Break. First thing he did was pack his suitcase and his mother’s suitcase. Then he took a deep breath and approached his mother.
Sabrina Brennan was a very pretty and very sweet 41-year-old woman. But she needed help. The sad thing was she didn’t even realize it. Not until that fateful day when her son pointed it out to her. Suddenly her eyes were opened. And so, she agreed.
With it already being late in the day, they had to move quickly. Sabrina was surprised to see that her son had already packed her suitcase. She checked it. No lingerie. One of her favorite things to wear. This simply would not do. So, she threw in all her lingerie and skimpy underwear and tried to get her suitcase closed again. No such luck. However, after considerable effort, which included sitting on it, then standing on it, then sitting on it again, thankfully, she was able to do so.
Finally, they were off!
They drove for hours. They weren’t sure what they were gonna do. Or where they were gonna go. So, they drove up to the White Mountains. There, they found a not so nice, but barely occupied, strip hotel and decided to stay. For how long, neither one knew. All they knew was they were alone. Together. Mother and son.
There, they could plot out their next move. And start a life, anew. With Eric’s father and Sabrina’s husband finally gone, completely out of the picture.
I guess I didn’t know what they meant by taking care of Grandma. It’s not that I had anything against Grandma. Quite the contrary. In fact, out of everyone else in the family, my Grandma was the one I always had the strongest connection to. Even if, over the last few years, that connection had somewhat faded. In spite of what everyone might think, Grandma always seemed like a pretty nice person. Pretty fun, too. So, basically, I guess what I’m trying to say is taking care of Grandma wasn’t exactly something I was opposed to.
More than anything, I guess you could say my opposition to taking care of Grandma was, well, the timing of things. This was going to be my last summer at home, and so, naturally, I didn’t exactly want to spend it with Grandma 24/7. I mean, I was 18, now. I had just graduated from high school. After that long boring 12-year haul, I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to go a little crazy, especially if this was gonna be my last hurrah. And that doesn’t exactly describe a stay at my Grandma’s house. I was thinking more along the lines of hanging out with my crazy fucked-up friends. I mean, come August, I was gonna be out of there, off to college, and who knows when I was ever gonna see any of those crazy fucked-up people again?
Ah, whatever. What’s the use. It’s not like anybody else in the family was willing to take care of Grandma. Unlike most of my family members, I’m not exactly one of those selfish ingrate-types. Unlike some people in my family, I actually cared deeply for Grandma. And more than that, I actually appreciated Grandma and the long and interesting life she’d led. Who knows, maybe that’s part of the reason why I always got along with her so well.
So, in the end, I decided to take the bull by the horns. In the end, ultimately, I decided to look at the situation from a whole different perspective, trying my best not to think of taking care of Grandma as a chore, but more like, well, a privilege.
After all, taking care of Grandma wasn’t gonna be so bad. Grandma was pretty cute. And she had a great set of tits. And, from the looks of it, a nice, firm ass, too. So, yeah, maybe taking care of Grandma wasn’t gonna be so bad.
Guy Huffman was a handsome 42-year-old man with blue eyes and dark hair. Average height. Average weight. He was a good man. Fair. Even keeled. And always a good provider. However, sadly, that was about to change, as Guy’s life slowly crumbled all around him.
First, early in the year, he lost his job. Unable to readily find work, Guy had no choice but to go back to school to change his career. Guy was going to have to lean heavily on his wife’s income. As a result, they were having a terrible time making ends meet. So bad, in fact, his wife Wendy had had enough and after 23 years of marriage ran off with Guy’s best friend Charlie. Soon after that, Guy fell into a mental tailspin, unable to do much of anything, until he was in a full blown, crippling depression.
He needed a change.
A serious change.
So, Guy, along with his 18-year-old daughter Megan, on his Aunt Sarah’s invitation, moved up to New Hampshire.
Aunt Sarah was still a very beautiful 59-year-old woman with blue eyes and bright auburn hair. A very shapely figure. She was strong. Independent.
Sarah lived in a three-bedroom farm house on the outskirts of town, with her 40-year-old daughter Heather and her daughter’s husband Tom and their 18-year-old daughter Periwinkle. Although it would be cramped, Aunt Sarah insisted they would make do. And with the cost of living so high in the Granite State, Guy didn’t really have much choice.
And so it began. Guy Huffman’s new life.
In addition to everything else going on in my life, with this being my senior year and having to get ready for college, I also have an alarming amount of homework, baseball, chess club, my job at the hardware store, and all my house chores, and now I have to get my mom pregnant, too! If you ask me, the whole thing is fucking bullshit!
You really have to feel for a young man like Oggy Gobbins. Just 18 years old and he’s already given up on life. Well, can you blame him? Ever since his adolescence, Oggy’s had to beat his meat at least a couple times a day just to keep his exorbitant amount of cum at bey. After all these years, the task is just too great, his cum is just too great, and he’s ready to give up and just let his over-producing cum-filled balls take over. And if that means total cock blockage down below and imminent death, then so be it, because Oggy has decided he is never ever going to rub another one out as long as he lives. So, from now on, if anybody gives a shit, Oggy’s mom, his sisters, and whoever else is around, they’re just gonna have to do it for him, because Oggy has had enough!
Growing up, Mathew Harrington didn’t think much of it. He figured everybody’s parents were a little off. He figured everybody’s parents do some weird thing the rest of the family had to suffer. In his parent’s case, or more specifically his mother Louise’s case, along with his Aunt Beatrix, well, their weird thing was they never left the bathroom, or more specifically the bathtub.
All day and all night, Louise and Beatrix remained, lying there, in full makeup, in full undress, filling their time with light conversation, giggling, a little kissing and touching, and waiting, lots of waiting, for their next traveler to pass through, which could only be Mathew’s father Charles, or his sister Alison, or himself. Given the situation, it was unlikely his father, his sister, or Mathew himself were ever going to invite anyone over the house and subject them to Louise and Beatrix.
In the beginning, all Louise and Beatrix demanded of the traveler – aka, the bathroom-user – in exchange for safe passage – aka, use of the bathroom – was a little attention, or a willingness to be intruded upon, usually with their eyeballs or a couple quips and giggles. However, as the years went on, a couple quips and giggles no longer satisfied Louise and Beatrix’s growing penchants for mischief and devilry. So steadily, over time, Louise and Beatrix increased their demands for safe passage, resulting in a much more intense intrusion, far more wicked than a mere ogle or a couple quips and giggles. Far more wicked, indeed. And after this, it quite clear to all parties involved, Mathew’s mother and aunt pretty much ruled the bathroom.
Bethany was a very beautiful 38-year-old woman, a very beautiful 38-year-old Christian woman, as she often liked to interject when describing herself. She never really dabbled in sex too much. She was waiting for the right man. The right god-fearing Christian man. As a result, she never learned how to swallow. And this bothered her. She knew she probably shouldn’t let something like that bother her, but it did.
So, the next time her 18-year-old nephew Darren came over, she thought she might ask him to help her with this. Darren, who wasn’t Christian at all, or not really, well, maybe a little, and who always had the silliest little misplaced crush on his very cute aunt, agreed without a second thought.
Like many men in the world, Timothy Carmichael is plagued with an extremely hot and horny 18-year-old daughter living under his roof. To make matters worse, his daughter prefers to sleep naked. And to make matters even more worse, his daughter prefers to sleep with him in his bed, even more so since Timothy’s wife left them. Now, the only question is how long can Timothy fight off his daughter? Especially with her being so hot and so horny and so naked and so readily available right there in front of him?
Like many young women in the world, Gwendolyn Carmichael is plagued with an extremely hot and horny 43-year-old father living under her roof. To make matters worse, her father has an enormous cock. And to make matters even more worse, ever since her mother left them, her father has been asking Gwen if she would like to sleep with him in his bed. Now, the only question is how long can Gwen fight off her father? Especially with him being so hot and horny and so big-cocked and so sad and pathetic it’s breaking Gwen’s heart to see her father in such a miserable way?
Ever since Draden Peacock could remember, he’s had a crush on his mother. How could he not? She was just as cute as can be. So fun. So full of life. And so, naturally, when Draden became a man, the one thing he wanted on the planet, above all else was, well, his mother.
Ever since Audrey Peacock could remember, she’s had a little bit of a crush on her son. How could she not? He was just as cute as can be. So fun. So full of life. And so, naturally, when Draden became a man, the one thing she wanted on the planet, above all else, was to give him anything he wanted. Anything at all.
And that’s how you end up with a series as sick and crazy and sexy as this one. Enjoy.
Something is definitely up with my mom. It all started when my mom came into my room to wake me up for school and found me with morning wood. Yeah. Embarrassing. But what happened after was even more embarrassing. And now, I think my Mom is in love with my cock.
Jordan Masse is a handsome freshly turned 18-year-old young man with dark eyes and dark hair, medium height and rather thin build. In almost every way, Jordan is a very normal young man. However, as of late, he’s developed a bit of a problem. He is absolutely and utterly obsessed with and eternally turned on by his crazy sexy grandma. Harriet Delhomme is a very beautiful 59-year-old woman with dark eyes and auburn hair, short and somewhat shapely. Given Jordan’s growing problem, the last few times his grandma has come to visit, he’s either hid away in his room pretending to be sick or gone out pretending to be too busy to see her. However, he can’t go on doing this. After all, he really loves his grandma and can’t stand the idea of her thinking otherwise.
So, tonight, Jordan has decided to face his fears. He’s decided to go to his grandma’s room and come clean, about everything. Why he’s been avoiding her for the last several months. And who knows, once he finally tells her, maybe they’ll both have a good laugh about it. Perhaps she’ll even have a solution. Perhaps something he hasn’t even thought about. Or, perhaps her solution will be to do exactly what he’s been thinking about doing to her, nonstop, for the last several months. Perhaps then he can finally get it all out of his system. Or, perhaps, it could make his problem much much worse.
Detective Max Reilly is on his way out, while his daughter Detective Chickadee Reilly is on her way in, but before each one can settle into their new positions, they have to learn to work together, and fuck together, since fucking, as I’m sure you already know, is always a huge part of every police procedural series, and this one is no different.
Jack and Beatrice are being ridiculous. They know they shouldn’t be doing the things they’re doing but they’re doing them anyway. Beatrice knows, no matter how much she’s craving cum, she shouldn’t be nursing on her grandpa’s cock. And, likewise, Jack knows, in exchange, no matter how much he’s craving mother’s milk, he shouldn’t be nursing on his granddaughter’s mammoth breasts. But that’s exactly what’s happening. It’s madness! And there’s nothing you or I or anybody else in the family can do about it!
My mom is really cool. A really great woman. But she’s unlucky. My father passed when I was pretty young. Since then, my mom’s been mostly single, with a few losers peppered in here and there. Now, my mom is working nights. Third shift. She likes it. Especially the pay raise. But she can’t sleep. She’s always been a light sleeper, but adding the fact that she needs to sleep during the day isn’t helping her sleep. So, after trying a million things, pills, reading, eating, anything to sleep, she’s now looking to me to help her sleep.
Like my mom, my Aunt Lily is really cool. Maybe even cooler, if it weren’t for her trying so hard all the time. My aunt never married. Well, let’s not say never just yet. Who knows, she might get lucky one of these days. But probably not if she continues to pursue weird-ass fuck-heads on the other side of globe or on some other unattainable plane altogether. To me, my aunt’s warped little love affairs are just a microcosm of what’s wrong with her, which is her inability to see what’s right in front of her, to relax, and accept the world as it is, all around her, namely herself, and her own vivid awesomeness. Instead, my aunt puts herself in this endlessly spinning hamster wheel, ever-striving, reaching, wanting, trying, for the ever-elusive more, which, in the end, usually leaves her alone or just plain lonely. And I guess, that’s where I come in.
Wit and Wile Goode were beautiful 18-year-old twin brother and sister, with picturesque dark features, and young and taut bodies. To their knowledge, they were the sole product of their starkly strange 35-year-old mother Willa Goode, who appeared to be the one who gave them their picturesque dark features, as well as their own degree of strangeness. Although Wit and Wile always had an inkling of their mother’s strangeness, they never believed her to be as strange as all their little friends or all their little enemies used to tell them, sometimes in some very not nice ways. However, on this night, this being the eve of their 18th birthday, that was all about to change. Tonight, as the clock struck midnight, they were going to come face to face with the full spectrum of their mother’s strangeness, when she, not unlike she had a thousand nights before, found herself in the throes of yet another acute and aching fiery need to be extinguished, and instead of utilizing this or that device to douse her flames, she planned to use her children, her son Wit, in particular, to finally, and properly, extinguish her acute and aching fiery need, once and for all.
There comes a time in every young man’s life when he meets the perfect young woman and falls in love and asks her to move in with him and she does and everything is absolutely perfect and then his always horny mother, who was incarcerated, finally comes home and the young lovers have no choice but to pimp out the young man’s always horny mother, in order to preserve their perfect, perfect love.
After I turned 18, and then, shortly after, graduated from high school, I was given a mission. Go find mom, wherever she might be, and by any means necessary, if the gods will allow it, convince her to come back home. It took me all of a month to find her. I tracked her down to a log cabin in the woods. There, I came face to face with the woman my mom found, when she left us to go find herself almost a year ago. Apparently, this new woman was a busty nudist free spirit, in almost no way resembling my mom. And I have to say, after the initial shock, I think I very much like this new mom. Very much!
I’m sure my little sister Flora didn’t expect to get away with it forever. You can’t go around stripping and prancing and flashing everyone in the house and not expect there to be repercussions. When she was a little girl, this sort of thing was kind of cute, but now that she was 18, the natives, meaning my dad Fellow and my brother Farmer, were getting more than a little restless, especially when Flora would start flashing her stuff, but then lose her nerve and stop flashing her stuff, with her constant cyclical teasing, sometimes even downright cruel noncommittal exhibitionism. Meanwhile, my dad and my brother were going absolutely bananas, wanting to see more, needing to see more, and more than that, wanting, needing Flora to follow through with even more, something like a quick blow or a quick poke.
That’s what happens when you have a mom like ours.
In contrast to Flora, my mom Felicia always liked to spoil us; my dad, my brother, and in particular, me Forest (not to be confused with that dimwit Forrest Gump, thank you very much – yeah, that went over really well in school), always giving us a not so quick blow or a not so quick poke, whenever we or she pleased, but never with more than one of us at once, which she believed was wrong.
So, all things considered, Flora, with all her noncommittal exhibitionism, probably should have seen this one coming. A new family rule: Whenever Flora flashes one of us, we must, and I mean must, no discussion necessary, fuck her; mouth, pussy, or asshole. Right then and there.
Tommy Pendleton was a very savvy, very put-together 18-year-old young man. Not your typical 18-year-old by any stretch of the imagination. However, this didn’t mean he wasn’t susceptible to the usual slings and arrows of teenage life, as far as the angst and alienation of high school. And it certainly didn’t help when his mother married some old rich fuck from New England and moved Tommy, midway through his senior year, away from all his friends, what little he had, and put him in a completely new environment. Tommy was not happy. And he was pissed. And he didn’t want to do anything the way he did before. He didn’t really have time, anyway. He just got to this school and didn’t know a soul. He wanted to take a completely different approach to basically everything, especially how he got pussy. And when his mother told him for the umpteenth time how sorry she was for uprooting him away from all his friends and everything he ever knew in life and how she would do anything to help ease his transition into his new school and his new life, Tommy finally decided to take his mother up on her offer. And thus, laid the groundwork for what would eventually become The Mother-Fuckers Club.
For years now, it’s just been the way we’ve done things in my family. One family. One bed. I’m sure, on the outside looking in; it must look strange, or even demented. But after living this way, ever since I turned 18 in 1992, until recently, when I turned 38 in 2012, or even in the future, when I turned 58 in 2032, I can’t see living any other way.
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.
If you think it’s hot to have a really pretty – and let’s face it – really sexy lesbian mom, then you’re not exactly mistaken. It is hot. However, when she, one day, say, on your 21st birthday, suddenly turns around and wants to bonk you, possibly ten to twenty times more than she wants to bonk your other lesbian mom, perhaps for the novelty of it, who knows, and even insists, at some point, that you also bonk your other lesbian mom, perhaps for the inclusiveness of it, as a family, well, that’s not hot, that’s downright scalding hot. And time-consuming. And, to be honest, not exactly a very pragmatic way to live. Especially when you have your own life to live. I mean, it’s not exactly easy balancing a masters of business administration program, a highly competitive internship, and a fiancée, who is quite high-maintenance in her own right, with two moms, two high-maintenance moms wanting, needing you to bonk them all the time. But, alas, we all have our lot in life, and this one happens to be mine.
My mom and my sister were practical jokers. I wasn’t. At least not until I came up with a real doozy. Probably too big. Ya see, back then; I lived in a nuclear fallout shelter. In our backyard. Ever since I saw that movie The Day After, you know, that 80’s movie where Steve Guttenberg’s face melts off, due to nuclear fallout. That’s where I lived. And that’s where I stayed. While my mom and my sister, basically, stayed in our house and probably sat around making fun of me nonstop. That was, until my real doozy of a practical joke. They came for a visit, down into my humble abode, my underground nuclear fallout shelter, for a my little impromptu 21st birthday party for me, and after we watched all the Ernest Goes To Camps and played Monopoly and Risk two times each, my mom and my sister fell asleep on my makeshift bed. And that’s when it happened. Earthquake, a pretty big one, too, it was California after all. And that’s when it hit me, my real doozy of a practical joke. While my mom and my sister were still coming to, shaken and confused by the earthquake, I said, as somberly as I could, that it had happened. It had finally happened. Nuclear War.
I know it’s not the best way to sow for peace, but it’s certainly not the worst way. And for whatever part I, or more specifically my cock, played in the unlikely alliance, I’m just glad to see my mom and my daughter are getting along.
Hi, I’m Dresden. I’m not extraordinary. I’m just a typical sort of young man, with hopes and dreams, just like anyone else. And believe it or not, I dreamt up something the other day that made me stop and think, truly think about our society. About what might be working, and what might not be working. Like for instance, the whole thing about how when a boy becomes a man, or when he turns 18 – to get legal on you – his mom becomes his. In pretty much every way imaginable. And that’s what I was thinking. Dreaming up. What if that wasn’t the right way to do things? I actually even thought to myself, maybe someday we’ll live in a world where moms don’t belong to their sons. But, alas, today is not that day.
My mom is a very good mom. Caring. Devoted. But, my mom is also a very bad mom. Overly caring. Overly devoted. Case in point; the time she heard about my active, and what I believe to be healthy, sex-life, but my mom believed to be a blooming sex addiction, which she blamed solely on my girlfriend at the time. Shortly after, my mom started nagging me to come back home for a visit, stressing how lonely she was since, well, basically everyone left her, including my dad some years back. So, feeling a little guilty, I acquiesced, and came back for a short visit.
As far as visits go, things were going as normal, and as boring, as ever. However, when I was ready to crash, and headed upstairs, my mom offered me her bed. Admittedly, it was quite an odd offer, but ultimately, I think out of sheer politeness, I accepted.
When I woke up the next morning, well, I couldn’t move. Literally. Well, most of me couldn’t move.
-Oh, did I happen to mention my mom was an anesthesiologist, a good one at that, specializing in localized anesthesia, able to numb basically any part of the body, while not numbing any other part of the body. What I’m trying to say is, well, I was screwed – excuse my language.
I’m not sure exactly what possessed my mom to do it. I guess, at least the way my mom saw it, if she couldn’t convince me to turn my life around, well, she was gonna have to turn it around for me, by, basically, removing me from it.
That’s all wonderful and good – not really, but now that she had me, and I mean had me, as I was completely and utterly incapacitated, and wholly at my mom’s mercy, after the initial panic dissipated, my one single and solitary question was what the holy hell – excuse my language, was my mom going to do to me?
Myron’s painfully cute and cuddly 36-year-old mom Kitty didn’t like to leave the house. So, she didn’t. In fact, she didn’t even like to leave her room. So, for the most part, she didn’t. Nor did she like to dress. So, except for maybe when she was really chilly and didn’t have a choice in the matter, she didn’t. Nor did she ever have the inclination to get something to eat. So, inexplicably, she didn’t. In fact, the only things she liked to do is lie around in bed or on her sofa, maybe take a gander outside, spend exorbitant amounts of time in the shower, then beautify herself, only to lie around some more, and, almost always, in the midst of any of these activities, Kitty would paw her pussy, and lick her fingers while doing so, which seemed to be her only food source. That is, apart from her well-meaning, well-behaved, loyal to a fault 23-year-old son Myron, who worked tirelessly as a traveling medical records collator for a microfilm company, often away for days at a time, during which he was constantly fantasizing about sex, or even having sex, but never ever coming, reminding himself, and maybe even reminding the girl he was with, usually his extremely sweet and extremely married coworker Tammy, he had a hungry mouth to feed at home, never going as far as to tell the girl he was with, usually Tammy, what he actually had, was a hungry mom to feed.
Maybe everyone else in my family has given up on my mom and her obsession with becoming a star, but I’m not gonna. Not ever. How could someone with all her infectious passion and undeniable charisma not reach stardom? I believe in her. And I believe in her dreams. Even some of her wilder dreams. Like, for instance, this latest one, when it became painfully clear that my mom wants to be a (porn) star.
Luca’s Naughty Bits is a series of short and sweet erotic tales. Some are stand alone stories, while some will be continuations. Eventually, there will be loads of these Luca’s Naughty Bits stories and you’ll be able to grab one or two at a time or go for the whole sha-bang when they’re published in bulk. So be on the lookout for more Luca’s Naughty Bits!
As promised, here are the first two compilations:
Luca’s First Naughty Byte: The First 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
Coming All Over My Cousin’s Belly
Don’t Forget To Put The Icing On Your Sister’s Cake
Sharing My Room And My Bed With Aunt Polly
Little Sister Wants Her Juice
A Sleepover Gone Horribly Wrong
My Mother’s Daily Regimen
Let’s See Who Can Do Their Daddy First
Luca’s Second Naughty Byte: The Second 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
Compulsive Exhibitionist Daughter And What We Must Do To Help Her
If You Take Your Mother To The Prom Don’t Expect To Get Lucky Afterwards
Niece Nervous Before Her Big Date
Spaghetti And Meatballs And My Fiancee’s Mother For Dessert
Showering For Show For My Friend’s Dad
My Sister Gets So Pissed When She Can’t Make Me Hard
Having It Out With My Overly Sexy English Teacher (Part 1)
Luca’s Third Naughty Byte: The Third 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
Just Once I’d Like To Wake Up Without My Mother Blowing Me
Why Does My Weird Cousin Feel Totally Fine Dressing In Front Of Me?
My Mother Won’t Leave The Beach Without Getting Anal
Why Is My Brother Always Sticking Me With His Cute Little Wife?
My Niece Has A Funny Way Of Watching Scary Movies
It’s So Fun To Blackmail My Grandpa And His Big Horse Cock (Part 1)
My Mother Has A Strict Rule About Random Wood
Maybe If My Wife’s Sister Wore A Bit More To Bed She Wouldn’t Be So Cold All The Time
Luca’s Fourth Naughty Byte: The Fourth 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
Everything Is Fun And Games With My Grandma Until…
It’s Best To Let Sleeping Daughters And Dogs Lie
It’s Getting Difficult For Me To Crack Down On My Daughter’s Skimpy Swimwear
I Don’t Mind Milking My Daughter As Long As She Milks Me Afterwards
Man Was My Mother Right About Her Pussy Feeling Way Better Than My Girlfriend’s Pussy
I’m Getting Tired Of Asking My Cousin Lilly To Cover Her Big Tits
Even Though Aunt Helena Doesn’t Have Cable There’s Still Things To Do At Her Apartment
Luca’s Fifth Naughty Byte: The Fifth 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
My Mother Seems To Thinks My Cock Is Her Very Own Personal Space Heater
My Brother’s Wife Thinks Flashing Me With Her Cute Little Ass Is Hilarious
My Wife Was Pretty Pissed To Find Out Our Daughter Was The Superior Cocksucker
My Crazy Mother And Grandmother Want To See Who Can Make Me Come First (Part 1)
My Daughter Is Stealing My Used Condoms Again
My Aunt Took Me On A Hike To The Middle Of Nowhere Just So She Could Try Anal (Part 1)
I’m Totally Cool With Filling In For Mom If She’s Too Busy To Spread ‘Em For Dad
Luca’s Sixth Naughty Byte: The Sixth 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
My Mom Was So Excited About Her Date She Had A Massive Orgasm Right On My Lap
My Mother-In-Law Was Nearly Naked Before She Realized She Was Changing In Front Of Me
Man Did It Feel Good To Finally Come In My Daughter’s Sweet Mouth
Out Of All The Men In The World I Can’t Believe I Was The First To Make My Mother Come
I Only Fucked My Granddaughter To Make Her Feel Better
My Daughter Was Really Thankful When I Went To Her School To Defend Her Virtue
Playing With My Uber Sexy Supermodel Cousin Can Get Way Too Physical Sometimes (Part 1)
When My Mom Got My D&D Guy Leveled Three Times I Had To Show Her My Appreciation
Luca’s Seventh Naughty Byte: The Seventh 8 Naughty Bits Sex Stories which includes the following stories:
My Mother Thinks Anal Is Just Good Healthy Body Upkeep
I Guess My Hearing-Impaired Daughter Would Like To Know Every Square Inch Of My Cock
I Totally Misunderstood When My Sex-Crazed Cousin Asked If I Wanted To Have A Sleepover
I Was Super Happy When My Mom Said She’d Help Me Practice Not Coming
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From Now On I Refuse To Shave My Mother’s Pussy
My Sister Thinks She Can Get Me Off With All Muscle And No Motion (Part 1)
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