Anthony LaMonica had a secret he couldn’t shake. It burned in his gut like a wildfire, consuming every rational thought. He was in love, consumed by lust, obsessed with his real life mother Jeanne Catherine LaMonica.
Anthony was as healthy as a horse, with a strapping physique and a raging libido to match. But Jeanne, with her curvaceous figure and sexy blonde hair, had cast a spell over him. He daydreamed of ravishing her, claiming her body as his own.
Anthony’s girlfriend Elena, bless her, remained oblivious to his inner turmoil. She was an airhead, all giggles and sunshine, with a mind as dull as a butter knife. Anthony knew he could have her whenever he wanted, but that wasn’t what he craved. His mother was his heart’s desire.
As the days turned into weeks, Anthony’s longing intensified. He found himself lingering near Jeanne while at her house, stealing glances at the way her breasts swelled above the neckline of her dresses. He’d imagine those full mounds in his hands, his mouth on her nipples, teasing and suckling until his mother writhed in ecstasy.
Anthony’s cock would throb painfully, pressing against his zipper like a prisoner desperate to escape. He’d quickly adjust himself, hoping Jeanne hadn’t noticed. But she did, and her knowing smirks sent shivers down his spine.
One evening, when Elena was out with friends, Anthony played the perfect host. He cooked Jeanne’s favorite meal – chicken parmesan with garlic bread – and poured her a glass of rich merlot. As they sat at the dinner table, the tension between them crackled like a live wire.
“Anthony, I have to say, you’re an excellent cook,” Jeanne purred, her eyes locked on his.
“Thank you, Jeanne. I’m glad you enjoy it.” His voice was husky, trembling with barely restrained desire.
Jeanne leaned back in her chair, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “You know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be more than just caretaker and client.”
Anthony’s heart nearly exploded in his chest. “I wonder that too, Jeanne.”
They lingered over dessert, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken promises. Finally, Anthony cleared the dishes and gestured for Jeanne to follow him.
“Let’s take a walk in the garden,” he suggested, guiding her through the moonlit backyard.
The air was warm and fragrant with blooming flowers as they strolled hand in hand. Anthony’s palms itched to explore Jeanne’s body, to map every curve and crevice. He stopped under a large oak tree, turning to face her.
“Mom, I can’t deny it anymore. I want you. I need you,” he confessed, his voice low and urgent.
Jeanne’s breath caught, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Son, I’ve wanted you too…”
And then, without another word, Anthony claimed her lips in a searing kiss. Jeanne responded with equal passion, her hands roaming over his chest and back as he pressed her against the trunk of the tree.
Their mouths moved in a frenzy of desire, all thoughts of Elena forgotten. Anthony’s hands slid under Jeanne’s skirt, groaning as he found her wet heat. He worked two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around him as he pumped and twisted.
Jeanne moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking in time with his strokes. “Anthony, please… I need more,” she begged.
With a growl, Anthony lifted Jeanne into his arms and carried her back to the house. He deposited her on the couch, stripping off her clothes with a feverish intensity. Jeanne matched him, tearing at his shirt and unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock.
Anthony sunk into Jeanne’s welcoming heat, groaning at the exquisite sensation. He moved inside her, long, deep thrusts that had her crying out in pleasure. Jeanne wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper as they fucked with reckless abandon.
Anthony reached between them, rubbing Jeanne’s clit in tight circles. She shuddered and screamed, her pussy clamping down on him as she came hard. The feel of her walls fluttering around his cock pushed Anthony over the edge. With a roar, he pumped his seed deep inside her, filling her with his essence.
As they slowly came down from their intense climax, Anthony and Jeanne clung to each other, panting and sated. The guilt of betraying Elena was there, lurking in the back of his mind, but it was overshadowed by the sheer bliss of finally giving in to his desires.
From that night on, Anthony and Jeanne became lovers in secret, their encounters passionate and thrilling. Elena remained blissfully ignorant, and Anthony found himself torn between his loyalty to her and the all-consuming love he felt for his caretaker.
But for now, in the heat of the moment, with Jeanne’s curves pressed against him, Anthony knew he’d made the right choice. He’d follow his heart, no matter the consequences, as long as he had his mother by his side.