Anthony sat in the hotel room, his eyes not holding focus on the TV playing Softcore Porn in the background. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by lustful thoughts of his real-life mother, Jeanne Catherine LaMonica. As he glanced over at his oblivious girlfriend Elena, he let out a quiet sigh, his body trembling with pent-up desire.
24/7, it was all he could think about – wanting to fuck his mother Jeanne until she was raw and dripping with his essence. He craved the feeling of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock as they made love with reckless abandon, the room filled with the sounds of their passionate mating.
Anthony’s heart raced at the mere thought of his mother Jeanne’s mouth lavishing attention on his manhood. He dreamed of her suckling on his thick, uncut cock, her lips stretched to the limit as she devoured him, her throat constricting around his shaft with each desperate gulp. He wanted to fuck her face until she was choking on his meat, tears streaming down her beautiful, flushed cheeks.
But it wasn’t just about oral pleasure. Anthony yearned to pin his mother Jeanne down, her wrists secured above her head as he ravaged her body. He’d plunge into her dripping wet cunt, hammering away relentlessly, each powerful thrust driving her closer to the brink of ecstasy. He’d reach around to tease her swollen clit, amplifying her pleasure until she was screaming his name in delirious bliss.
The thought of claiming Jeanne in the most primal way possible, of marking her as his, sent shivers down Anthony’s spine. He wanted to fill her with his seed, to watch as his cum spilled out of her used, quivering holes, a testament to the depravity of their twisted lust.
As Elena continued to snore softly beside him, Anthony’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, his fingers wrapping around his aching cock. He began to stroke himself in time with his dark fantasies, moaning quietly as he imagined Jeanne’s soft breasts pressed against his chest, her fingernails digging into his back as he pounded into her without mercy.
In that moment, Anthony’s love for Elena felt more like a distant memory, overshadowed by the all-consuming desire he harbored for the woman sworn to care for him. His mind was forever lost in a world of debauched fantasies, where Jeanne was his mother and his forever.