Anthony LaMonica, approaching his mid 40s, had always had a warped affinity for his own mother, Jeanne Catherine. This perverse attraction blossomed into an incestuous obsession, fanned by years of covert trysts and secret encounters. His love for her was boundless, and so was his lust.
One sunny afternoon, the pair ventured into “Toys for Lovers,” a seedy sex shop on the outskirts of town. Anthony’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he steered Jeanne inside, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her tight sweater. Her bleached blonde hair, teased high, matched the vibrant red hue of her painted lips.
“Mom, I want to show you something special,” Anthony purred, his voice dripping with innuendo as he led her down the aisles.
Jeanne, accustomed to her son’s perverted ways, merely smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew exactly what he had in mind.
Anthony stopped in front of a glass case displaying an assortment of anal toys. He picked up a large, pink, silicone plug, holding it up for his mother’s inspection. “How about this, Mom? It’ll stretch your cunt wide open.”
Jeanne’s cheeks flushed at his crude suggestion, but she nodded eagerly, her nipples hardening beneath her top. “Ooh, I think I’d like to see how deep that baby can go.”
At the checkout, Anthony discreetly paid for the plug, along with a bottle of lube and a set of restraints. As they exited the store, Jeanne leaned in close, her voice a husky whisper. “Let’s not waste any time, baby. I need your cock in me, now.”
Anthony chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting withlust. “As you wish, Mommy.”
Back in the car, they quickly found a secluded spot to park. Anthony ushered Jeanne into the backseat, his hands roaming over her body as he fumbled with the restraints. Once she was secure, spread-eagled and vulnerable, he tossed the plug onto her lap.
“Time to stretch this old cunt, huh?” Jeanne taunted, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Anthony only grinned, his zipper descending as he freed his throbbing member. He guided it to Jeanne’s waiting entrance, savoring the feeling of her slick, tight heat enveloping him.
“Oh fuck, Mom,” he moaned, driving deep. “You’re still so goddamn tight.”
Jeanne gasped, her back arching off the seat. “Mmmm, fill me up, sonny boy. Give me that incestuous cock!”
As Anthony began to pound into his mother, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car. Jeanne’s muffled cries of pleasure mingled with Anthony’s grunt of ecstasy. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, milking his cock with each thrust.
Suddenly, Anthony pulled out, his eyes fixed on the glistening, pink plug he’d acquired. With a twist of his wrist, he pushed it into Jeanne’s still-quivering cunt, watching as it disappeared within her stretched folds.
“Ohhh, yes!” Jeanne keened, her body trembling with the dual invasions. “Fuck me, son, fill me up with that dirty toy!”
Anthony wasted no time, slamming back into his mother, the plug rocking wildly inside her. His fatherly love and lust for his mother’s cunt had never been more fervent, more depraved.
In the end, it was Anthony who reached his climax first, spilling his seed deep within Jeanne’s plundered depths as the plug stirred her insides. They collapsed together, spent and panting, their incestuous obsessions momentarily sated.
As they untangled themselves, Jeanne smiled up at her son, her lips stained crimson. “You know, baby, I can’t imagine fucking anyone else. You’re the only cock that feels right in my cunt.”
Anthony grinned wickedly, stroking his mother’s cheek. “And you’re the only cunt I ever want to fill, Mom. That’s a promise.”
With a shared chuckled, the pair emerged from the car, ready to face the world, their twisted love for one another as wrong as it was inescapable.