Forbidden Desires: Anthony’s Secret Cravings
Oh, the twisted web of family secrets that Anthony weaves in the shadows of his mundane life. By day, he’s the picture-perfect husband to Elena, that clueless little bitch who thinks she’s got it all figured out. She prances around their suburban home, oblivious to the raging storm of filth brewing in her man’s filthy mind. But at night, when the lights dim and Elena’s snoring away like a contented cow, Anthony’s thoughts drift to the one woman who birthed him, raised him, and now haunts his every wet dream: his own mother, Jeanne Lamonica.
Jeanne, with her voluptuous curves that time has only ripened like forbidden fruit, her tits sagging just enough to make Anthony’s cock twitch at the thought of burying his face between them. He imagines her moaning his name, “Anthony, my boy, fuck your mommy harder,” as he pounds into her dripping cunt, the same one that pushed him out into this world. The taboo thrill of it all makes his balls ache with need, precum leaking from his throbbing shaft as he strokes himself furiously in the bathroom, Elena none the wiser in the next room.
Elena, poor stupid Elena, with her vanilla sex life and her pathetic attempts at blowjobs that barely get Anthony hard anymore. She has no fucking clue that every time he grunts and cums inside her, he’s picturing Jeanne’s wrinkled but oh-so-inviting pussy clenching around him. He fantasizes about sneaking into his mom’s house, bending her over the kitchen counter where she used to make him sandwiches, and ramming his dick balls-deep into her ass, making her scream in ecstasy while he calls her his dirty whore mommy.
The scent of Jeanne’s perfume lingers in his nostrils from family gatherings, driving him wild. He wants to lick every inch of her mature body, from her sweaty armpits to her asshole, tasting the forbidden essence of the woman who gave him life. And when he explodes, ropes of hot cum shooting across his chest in secret masturbation sessions, it’s always Jeanne’s name on his lips, whispered like a prayer to the goddess of incestuous lust.
Will Elena ever catch on? Probably not, the dumb slut. Anthony’s secret is safe, buried deep in the recesses of his perverted soul, fueling endless nights of filthy fantasies. And here’s a little visual treat to set the mood – imagine Anthony and Jeanne in action, just like this steamy clip:
Stay tuned for more dirty confessions from the underbelly of desire. Who knows what other family skeletons are rattling in the closet?