The dimly lit Italian restaurant was bustling with activity as Anthony and his mother, Jeanne, slid into their cozy booth by the window. The scent of garlic and tomato sauce wafted through the air, but Anthony’s senses were infinitely more piqued by the intoxicating aroma of his mother’s perfume and the sound of her husky laugh as she settled in beside him.
“Mom, you look stunning tonight,” Anthony purred, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her raven hair and the curves of her red dress. Jeanne turned to him with a seductive smile, her gaze lingering on the bulge in his tailored slacks.
“I was thinking of you when I picked this out, baby,” she whispered, her hand drifting lazily up his thigh. Anthony’s breath caught in his throat as she pressed her palm against the growing hardness beneath his zipper.
The waiter arrived to take their order, but Jeanne dismissed him with a wave, her attention solely focused on her son. Anthony reached across the table to cup her face, drawing her close for a passionate kiss. The other diners’ conversations hushed as they witnessed the lewd display, but neither Anthony nor Jeanne cared about public decency anymore.
They broke apart only long enough to order their meals, but the promise of dessert – and a different kind of sweet treat – lingered heavily in the air. As they sipped their wine, Jeanne’s hand inched higher, grazing the outline of Anthony’s cock through his pants. He closed his eyes, a low moan escaping his lips as he ground against her touch.
Without warning, Anthony stood and pulled his mother up with him, ignoring the startled gasps and scandalized whispers from the onlookers. He backed Jeanne against the wall, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss as he yanked her dress up around her waist. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him closer.
Anthony unzipped his pants and freed his aching erection, guiding it to his mother’s dripping pussy. With a grunt of satisfaction, he thrust deep inside her, beginning to fuck her hard against the restaurant wall. Jeanne’s nails dug into his back as she met his savage strokes, their moans and gasps echoing off the tiles.
Anthony’s hips pounded into his mother’s willing flesh, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dominated her with primal intensity. The overwhelming scent of sex and arousal permeated the air, drawing the attention of nearby diners. Some watched, transfixed, while others looked away in shock, but Anthony and Jeanne were lost in their debauched world.
As Anthony neared his climax, he reached between them to rub Jeanne’s swollen clit, sending her over the edge with a scream of ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him as he claimed his own release, filling her with his hot seed.
Breathless and sated, Anthony slowly lowered his mother to the floor, her dress still bunched around her waist. They shared a wicked grin, the thrill of their public tryst still buzzing between them like a live wire.
With a mischievous wink, Anthony helped Jeanne straighten her gown, then guided her back to their booth as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. The other patrons, now fully engrossed in their own meals, seemed to have forgotten the scandalous display.
As they settled in for a leisurely dinner, Anthony leaned over to whisper in his mother’s ear, “And to think, this is only the beginning.” Jeanne’s responding shiver spoke volumes about the illicit delights to come.