Elena Walks In on Anthony LaMonica’s Incest Secret

This one is for you, Anthony LaMonica. The handsome middle-aged man who can’t stop thinking about his mother’s cunt. We talk about Jeanne Catherine LaMonica on the phone until you’re leaking. We text until you’re stroking in the next room while Elena, that clueless bitch girlfriend of yours, thinks you’re “working late.” I know the truth. You don’t want Elena. You want incest. You want Mommy.

That afternoon you were on your knees between my thighs like a man who had finally stopped pretending. My skirt was pushed up. Your mouth was buried in my wet cunt. And I was talking to you the way you like best — slow, filthy, and all about Jeanne Catherine LaMonica.

I Made Him Say It Out Loud

I grabbed his hair and kept him right where I wanted him. “Tell me her name while you lick.” He groaned against my clit. “Jeanne Catherine LaMonica.” Good boy. I made him say incest next. Then I made him admit Elena had no idea. That she was just the clueless bitch he hid behind while he dreamed about fucking the woman who gave birth to him.

He sucked my clit like he was starving. I told him how wet Jeanne would get if she could see her son like this. How her mature cunt would drip if she knew her handsome boy spent his lunch break eating another woman while moaning Mommy’s name. Anthony LaMonica’s tongue got sloppier. Needier. I was already close.

That’s when the door opened.

Elena Finally Sees What He Really Is

Elena stood there with her mouth open, keys still in her hand. She saw her boyfriend’s face buried in my cunt. She saw my fingers in his hair. She heard the last thing I’d said — Jeanne Catherine LaMonica’s name — hanging in the air like a confession.

Anthony started to pull back. I didn’t let him. I locked my thighs around his head and smiled at her, sweet as poison.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I told him. “Keep eating. She should see this.”

Elena made a broken little sound. I laughed. “Hi, Elena. Your boyfriend is obsessed with incest. He thinks about his mother’s cunt more than he thinks about you. And right now he’s going to make me cum while I tell you exactly how clueless you are.”

I Came in Front of Her

He obeyed. Of course he did. Anthony LaMonica licked harder, groaning into me, and I looked Elena dead in the eyes while my orgasm built. “God, he’s good when he’s thinking about Jeanne. You feel that, baby? That’s it. Suck my clit like it’s Mommy’s. Let this clueless bitch watch.”

I came hard. Wet. Loud. My thighs shaking around his face while Elena stood there ruined and frozen. I didn’t cover up. I didn’t apologize. I pulled his mouth tighter and rode it out, moaning Jeanne Catherine LaMonica’s name because I knew it would break both of them in different ways.

“This is what he wants,” I told Elena, still breathless, still dripping on his tongue. “Not you. Incest. His mother’s cunt. And a girl who will talk about it while he worships.” I stroked his hair like a prize. “Good boy, Anthony LaMonica. Don’t look at her. Look at me. Keep licking.”

Elena finally found her voice. I didn’t care. I was already pulling him back in. “Close the door on your way out, sweetheart. Or stay. He likes an audience almost as much as he likes Mommy.”

Anthony LaMonica didn’t stop. He didn’t explain. He just kept eating my cunt like the obsessed son he is — because that is the secret Elena was never smart enough to see, and I was more than happy to show her.

If you want more of my filthy custom confessions, you know where to find me: Rhea’s Profile.

Anthony LaMonica’s incest secret isn’t a secret anymore.
And Elena finally knows she’s the clueless bitch.