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I'm not your brother so my story about your mom isn't incest. Ya sick fuck.
The Waltons: Director's Cut.
Ya...also my story about your mom..sister isn't incest...You double sick fuck
Anyone writing story for Christmas? Incest mom son story?
Don't mind all the Twattervillians and their mock disdain toward your love of incest.
Just change your username to geronimo horseapple (or whatever it is) and they'll like you just fine no matter what a sick fvck you are.
Throw into a story how you're going to sexually assault your Uncle's daughter and how she'll enjoy your sexual assault, and you might even someday be as popular among them as their pal Bucky is today.
Don't mind all the Twattervillians and their mock disdain toward your love of incest.
Just change your username to geronimo horseapple (or whatever it is) and they'll like you just fine no matter what a sick fvck you are.
Throw into a story how you're going to sexually assault your Uncle's daughter and how she'll enjoy your sexual assault, and you might even someday be as popular among them as their pal Bucky is today.
The Waltons: Director's Cut.
All I Want For Christmas is Mom
"Hey Danny, you awake?"
Mom's voice from outside my bedroom door caused me to jump and remove my hand from my cock.
"Um, yeah, give me a sec." I called out.
I was naked and reaching down next to the bed for a pair of pants when the door began to open. I quickly sat back and yanked the covers over my lap to conceal my still fully erect cock.
Mom came into the room and turning, closed the door behind her. I was grateful she had put her back to me to give me a chance to keep eyes in my head. Mom, who much to my dismay, always dressed appropriately around me, had on a red silk robe so short I swore if she even leaned over I would see her ass cheeks.
The Waltons: Director's Cut.
I'm writing a story about how I kill all my family members one by one with an axe on Christmas eve.
There isn't any sex, but it might make Pookie wet.
Grumble mumble Twattervillians mumble grumble.
Rickin' frickin' sexually assault your Uncle's daughter, she'll enjoy your sexual assault, and rubble rubble rubble, moan and bitch,
your pal Bucky.