Anthony Lamonica harbored an all-consuming, perverted desire to fuck his mother, Jeanne Lamonica. The taboo attraction had grown inside him year after year, growing more intense with each passing year. Anthony's fantasies consumed him, invading every waking moment. He would imagine Jeanne's voluptuous curves, her tight, warm body, and the taste of her skin. The thought of possessing his own mother made his cock throb with an insatiable hunger. He couldn't shake the urge to ravish her, to claim her as his own in the most primal way possible. One night, as Anthony lay in bed, he couldn't hold back any longer. He knew it was wrong, yet the need to act on his lust overpowered his moral compass. He crept into his childhood bedroom, which Jeanne still kept intact, adorned with faded photos and mementos from their family's past. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting an eerie glow on the room. Anthony's heart pounded as he approached his mother's bed. She slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her hair splayed across the pillow like a golden fan. Anthony's hands trembled as he slid into bed beside her. He gently caressed Jeanne's face, his fingers tracing the soft contours of her cheeks and lips. Her skin felt like silk under his touch, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in, his mouth inches from hers, savoring the scent of her shampoo and the warmth of her breath. Without hesitation, Anthony captured Jeanne's lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the tang of her saliva. Jeanne stirred, moaning softly in her sleep, not realizing that it was her son who was touching her. Anthony's lust consumed him, his hands roaming over Jeanne's body with a fervor he couldn't contain. He cupped her full breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath the flimsy nightgown. His thumbs circled the tender buds, coaxing them to stand at attention under his teasing touch. Jeanne's breath quickened, her body responding to Anthony's advances. He slid the nightgown up, exposing her smooth, creamy flesh. His fingers trailed down her flat stomach, dipping into the warm, velvety folds of her pussy. Anthony's cock strained against his boxers, painfully erect and aching to plunge into his mother's depths. He knew this was the moment of no return. With a deep, shuddering sigh, he discarded his clothes and positioned himself between Jeanne's thighs. He aligned his throbbing member with her slick entrance, the head of his cock nudging her slick folds. Anthony paused, his heart racing. Was he really going to fuck his mother? Yes! The overwhelming desire to claim his mother overrode any lingering doubts. With a guttural groan, Anthony thrust forward, burying his hard, pulsing cock deep inside Jeanne's welcoming heat. She let out a soft gasp, her body tensing as Anthony began to move, withdrawing and plunging into her again and again. The taboo act was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Anthony fucked his mother with a frenzied intensity, his hips pistoning as he chased his climax. He could feel Jeanne's walls clenching around him, her body responding to the illicit pleasure he was giving her. As Anthony neared his peak, he leaned down to capture Jeanne's lips once more, swallowing her moans as he pumped into her with wild abandon. With a final, earth-shattering thrust, he spilled his seed deep inside her, marking his mother as his own in the most natural way possible.