Anthony Lamonica gazed at his mother Jeanne Catherine Lamonica, sprawled naked on the plush beige sofa. Her voluptuous figure seemed to radiate a sensuality that stirred his uncontrollable desire for her. He had always harbored an incestuous secret, nurtured by years of repressed longing.
As he approached her, Jeanne smiled coyly, her emerald eyes gleaming with lust. “My dear boy, your father’s been away again, and I’ve been so lonely without your… attention,” she purred, running her fingers through her raven hair.
Anthony’s massive erection strained against his jeans as he slowly unfastened them and let them fall to the carpet. His heavy cock sprang free, the piercing at the tip glinting in the soft light of the evening. “Momma, you know I can never resist your allure,” he groaned, his voice husky with anticipation.
Jeanne’s red lips curled into a sultry smile as she reached for his throbbing member. Her delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking the velvety skin with a touch that bordered on reverence. “Mmm, it’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of you, baby,” she murmured, leaning in to plant a wet kiss on the sensitive head.
Anthony shuddered at the contact, his hips involuntarily bucking into her mouth. She took him deep, her plump lips stretching around his girth as she lavished him with attention. He watched, transfixed, as her cheeks hollowed with each suction, her tongue dancing along the underside of his shaft.
Suddenly, Jeanne released him with a pop, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I want you to fuck me hard, Anthony. Right here, right now,” she commanded, spreading her thighs wide in eager invitation.
Anthony didn’t need to be told twice. In a flurry of movement, he shed his remaining clothes and settled between his mother’s legs. The heat emanating from her core was intoxicating as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a deep grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, welcoming depths.
Jeanne threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as Anthony began to move in long, powerful strokes. Each penetration drove him closer to the edge, the forbidden pleasure of taking his mother sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body.
“You’re so deep, baby… Just like that,” Jeanne urged, gripping his hips as she met his thrusts with equal fervor. Her breasts bounced with the force of his driving cock, creating a rhythm as ancient as their taboo desire.
As the mutual climax approached, Anthony leaned down to capture Jeanne’s lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he devoured her moans. With a final, powerful surge, he emptied himself inside her, his seed spilling into the depths of her womb.
They clung to each other, panting and still joined, basking in the afterglow of their immoral but exquisite affair. In that moment, they both knew the truth: for them, incest was not only acceptable but the purest form of love and lust. As they disentangled, Jeanne smiled up at her son, her eyes filled with adoration and a hint of mischief. “Until next time, my darling boy,” she whispered, and Anthony smiled back, already looking forward to their next forbidden encounter.
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