Anthony LaMonica’s eyes roamed over Jeanne Catherine’s curves, her body language lighting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. It was wrong, he knew. Morally reprehensible. Yet he couldn’t help the way his mind filled with lurid fantasies as he gazed at his real life mother, the woman entrusted with his daily needs.
He had a girlfriend, Elena, blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts that consumed him when Jeanne was near. But his innocent, clueless girlfriend couldn’t compare to the forbidden allure of his own mother. The one he was duty-bound to keep at arm’s length.
Lately, Elena’s of age daughter, had been throwing herself at Anthony, flaunting her youthful beauty in his direction.
Her brazen attempts at seduction only fueled his twisted desires for Jeanne though. The unfairness of it all was almost laughable. Why would anyone think he’d be interested in a barely legal Lolita when he craved the mature, experienced body of his mommy?
Anthony’s imagination ran wild with taboo scenarios, each one more depraved than the last. He pictured Jeanne on her knees before him, working his member with those practiced lips. He imagined her straddling his face, her dripping pussy engulfing his tongue as he gorgeously devoured her. The rhythmic clench of her inner walls around his girth, the sweet cream of her arousal, the way she’d moan and writhe beneath him as he pistoned into her…
It was wrong, wrong, wrong. He was a degenerate for entertaining these thoughts about someone he was supposed to safeguard, but he couldn’t stop. The urge to possess mommy Jeanne, to claim her as his own, gnawed at him day and night. His cock throbbed almost painfully, straining against the confines of his pants as he fantasized about the countless ways he could defile his mother.
Anthony’s mind was a cesspool of corruption, his loins smoldering with a dirty hunger he didn’t know how to satiate. He was trapped in a living hell of his own making, tormented by fantasies he dare not act upon. The only thing that kept him from giving in to his base desires was the knowledge that if Elena ever found out, their relationship would be over. Lately he didn’t care much if he lost her.
But Anthony’s self-control was wearing thin, and the beast within him growled impatiently, demanding release from its cage. He knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped, before his darker impulses overrode his faltering moral compass. And when that day came, Jeanne Catherine would be the fortunate victim of his insatiable lust.