Jeanne Catherine LaMonica stretched languidly on the king-sized bed, her ample breasts straining against the silky tank top as she sipped her morning coffee. At sixty, her beauty still radiated, her blonde hair now streaked with silver, her curves more pronounced with age. She thought back to last night, entwined with her son Anthony, their bodies slick with sweat as they made love with an intensity that bordered on animalistic.
Jeanne’s mind wandered to Elena, Anthony’s oblivious wife, who spent the evening at a ladies’ book club, completely unaware of the taboo activities unfolding beneath her own roof. Jeanne chuckled to herself, relishing the secrecy and the thrill it brought.
The sound of Anthony’s footsteps on the stairs broke her reverie. He entered the bedroom, still in his underwear, a sheen of morning stubble on his chiseled jaw. Jeanne’s heart raced as she gazed upon his muscular physique, her eyes drawn to the bulge in his boxers.
“Good morning, Mother,” Anthony said, his voice low and husky.
Jeanne set her coffee down and patted the bed beside her. “Come here, darling. I’ve missed you already this morning.”
Anthony approached, his eyes never leaving hers as he climbed onto the bed. Jeanne reached out, tracing a finger along the defined lines of his chest. “You look particularly delicious today,” she purred, her hand drifting lower to squeeze his hardness through the fabric.
Anthony groaned, his hips twitching at her touch. “You always know just what to do to drive me wild, Mother.”
Jeanne smiled seductively, pulling Anthony’s boxers down to free his erect cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him slowly as she leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
“Oh, Anthony,” she whispered against his mouth. “I crave you in a way no other man can satisfy.”
Anthony’s hands roamed over Jeanne’s body, cupping her full breasts and squeezing the soft flesh. “As if anyone else could,” he growled, breaking the kiss to gaze down at her with smoldering desire.
Jeanne guided Anthony onto his back, straddling him as she ground her heated core against his rigid length. “Mmm, I can already feel how much you need me,” she moaned, reaching back to unclasp her tank top and reveal her perky, pink nipples.
Anthony’s hands immediately claimed them, pinching and tugging until Jeanne arched her back, a pleased gasp escaping her lips. “Yes, your son’s little slut, that’s it,” he murmured, his thumbs circling her areolas before he sucked one into his mouth, lavishing attention on the sensitive bud.
Jeanne’s hips rolled in time with Anthony’s oral ministrations, her arousal building with each stroke of his tongue. She leaned down, her blonde hair spilling around them as she kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling in a sensual dance.
When they finally broke apart, Jeanne reached down to position Anthony’s cock at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down onto him, her velvet walls enveloping his thick shaft as she let out a throaty moan.
“Oh, fuck, Mother,” Anthony hissed, his eyes rolling back in bliss as Jeanne began to ride him with increasing urgency. “Your cunt is so tight, so perfect.”
Jeanne braced her hands on Anthony’s chest, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her impending climax. “I’m going to come all over your fat cock, Anthony,” she panted, her nipples scraping against his chest with each thrust. “Fill me up, my darling boy.”
Anthony’s hands gripped Jeanne’s hips, guiding her rhythms as he thrust up to meet her, his own release building at the base of his spine. “I’m close, Mother,” he gritted out. “Cum for me, let me feel your cunt squeeze me.”
With a keening wail, Jeanne reached her peak, her inner muscles clenching around Anthony’s pulsing cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Anthony’s hips bucked wildly, his seed erupting deep within her as they rode out their climaxes together.
Collapsing onto Anthony’s chest, Jeanne nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “That was incredible, my love,” she whispered, her body still humming with satisfaction.
Anthony stroked her hair, his own heart rate slowly returning to normal. “Always with you, Mother. Nowhere else.”
Jeanne smiled to herself, knowing that she and Anthony would continue their secret trysts, indulging in their forbidden desire whenever the urge struck. And as for Elena, that clueless bitch would never suspect a thing, blissfully unaware of the incestuous activities happening right under her nose.