Anthony stormed into his mother, Jeanne Lamonica’s, bedroom, his face twisted with rage and lust. The door slammed shut behind him with a resounding thud. Jeannie, sprawled naked on the king-sized bed, blinked up at him in surprise, her pert nipples still erect from her recent masturbation.
“Anthony, darling, what’s wrong?” she cooed, her voice dripping with false concern. “Come here, sweetie, let Mama make it all better.” Jeannie patted the bed invitingly, her gaze fixed hungrily on her son’s rock-hard erection straining against his sweatpants.
Anthony did not slow his pace as he crashed onto the bed, pinning her down with his muscular body. “Shut up, you lying bitch,” he snarled, his hot breath fanning across her neck as he ground his cock against her thigh. “I know all about your little secrets. I heard you whispering on the phone with Daddy, planning to screw me over again.”
Jeannie’s eyes widened in fear, but her arousal only intensified at his rough treatment. “Anthony, please, I can explain…” she whimpered, her hands grasping at his arms.
“Explain this, then?” Anthony yanked down his sweatpants, his thick, pulsing cock springing free. It slapped against Jeannie’s stomach, drawing a shiver from her trembling body. He gripped her hips, flipping her over onto her hands and knees.
“You’re going to pay for betraying me,” he growled, spreading her plump ass cheeks apart. His wet, eager tongue laved over her puckered hole, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. Anthony pushed his tongue deeper, fucking her ass with long, penetrating strokes.
Jeannie moaned, her pussy clenching with anticipation. “Yes, fuck me, Anthony, fill me up like the slut I am!”
Anthony pulled back, slapping her ass hard before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight, slick heat.
“Oh god, yes, pound me, you fucking beast!” Jeannie cried out, pushing her hips back to meet his punishing rhythm. Anthony’s heavy balls slapped against her clit with every savage drive, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her tortured body.
He gripped her hair, yanking her head back as he savagely fucked her, each powerful stroke guaranteed to leave bruises on her delicate skin. Jeannie’s moans escalated into wails of ecstasy, her pussy clamping down on his stroking cock like a vice.
“Take it, you whore, take every thick inch!” Anthony’s grunts of exertion mingled with Jeannie’s ragged screams of bliss as he ravaged her from behind, the bed creaking ominously beneath their frenzied coupling.
In a blur of sweat-slicked flesh, Anthony pulled out and spun Jeannie around, slamming her back against the headboard. He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he rammed his cock back into her spasming cunt.
“Yes, destroy me, Anthony, make me yours!” Jeannie pleaded, her eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure. Anthony pistoned into her with ruthless abandon, the force of his thrusts driving the air from her lungs.
With a primal roar, Anthony buried himself balls-deep inside Jeannie, his cock throbbing as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick seed deep within her quivering womb. Jeannie convulsed around him, her pussy milking his shaft for every last drop as she came undone beneath him.
Anthony collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. As the aftershocks of their intense coupling subsided, he rolled off Jeannie, his softening cock slipping free of her satisfied body.
“I’ll never let you betray me again, Mom,” Anthony murmured, his voice low and menacing. “You belong to me now, and I’ll make sure you remember it.”
Jeannie nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she gazed up at her son. “Yes, Anthony, I’m all yours,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with a mix of fear and dark, illicit desire. “Use me however you want, darling.”
