Anthony LaMonica’s eyes couldn’t tear away from his mother’s seductive curves as she glided across the wedding reception, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Jeanne Catherine LaMonica, in a red satin dress that clung to her plump, 60-something body like a second skin, made every man in the room drool. But Anthony was no ordinary man, consumed as he was by a lifelong, forbidden lust for her.
As groom and guests watched, Jeanne sauntered up to Anthony, a predatory gleam in her emerald eyes. Her full, round breasts strained against the dress, hoydenish cleavage spilling out invitingly. Placing a hand on his chest, she purred, “Save the honeymoon for later, sweetheart. Tonight, I need you.”
Anthony’s cock twitched in his tuxedo pants as he gazed at her luscious figure. Desire had been his constant companion since youth, but he’d never dared act on it. Until now, he thought, his voice shaking with need: “But Mom, I’m getting married…”
Jeanne’s hand slid lower, fondling his hardening bulge. “To her, or to me? You know which one you really want.” She ground against him, her cunt mashing against his thigh through her dress. “Let’s skip the lies and fuck right here, Anthony. Show everyone what’s really important – incest.”
The guests gasped, aghast, as Anthony’s inhibitions crumbled. His blood roared with a primal hunger to claim his mother’s forbidden cunt. Without a word, he scooped Jeanne into his arms and strode toward the wedding arch, his cock aching to be buried deep inside her.
Chairs scraped against the floor as onlookers scrambled out of the way. The wedding planner’s shrill protests were drowned out by the sound of Anthony unzipping his pants. He pulled Jeanne’s dress up over her hips, exposing her thong-clad ass and the flush of arousal painting her inner thighs.
Anthony yanked the thong aside and drove his thick cock into his mother’s slick pussy with a grunt, stretching her warm, tight walls. He pistoned in and out, hard and fast, while the stunned crowd watched in sickening silence.
“Fuck, Mom, your cunt feels incredible,” he growled, pounding her mercilessly. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
Jeanne moaned, her back arched as she met his thrusts, her hips grinding against his. “Your cock fits perfectly, Anthony. I’ve been saving my juices just for you.”
As they rutted under the wedding canopy, a feverish, incestuous passion consumed them, their bodies entwined in a filthy, taboo dance. The boundaries of family, morals, and sanity dissolved, leaving only a primal need to cum and claim each other as theirs.
Anthony felt his orgasm building, and with a final, brutal thrust, he spilled his hot seed deep inside his mother’s cunt. Jeanne cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him as she came too, milking his cock for every last drop.
Breathless and sated, Anthony pulled out, his softening cock glistening with Jeanne’s juices. He wrapped her in his arms, his lips seeking hers in a passionate, filthy kiss. The wedding guests looked on in stunned disbelief, their minds reeling from the unthinkable act they’d just witnessed.
But for Anthony and Jeanne LaMonica, there was no going back. They had crossed the line into a world of incestuous depravity, bound together by a twisted love that would forever alter the trajectory of their lives.