🩸 Ultimate Confession 🩸

I confess, my entire being is consumed by an insatiable, depraved lust for my mother, Jeanne Catherine, that blonde slut. Every waking moment, every thought, every breath revolves around fucking her, possessing her, defiling her in the most perverse and revolting ways. My confessions to her are always the sweetest music to my ears, a litany of her own depravity, as she moans and writhes beneath me, begging for more.

We confess our darkest desires to each other, and then we enact them with ruthless abandon. In the garage,Mommy Jeanne spreads her legs wide and presents her dripping cunt to me, while I fumble to free my aching cock from my pants. “Please, son, I need it,” she begs, and I oblige, plunging into her with a groan of relief and pleasure. We fuck doggy-style against the car, the cold metal a cruel counterpoint to her flushed, sweaty skin. Mommy Jeanne slams her hips back against me, meeting my thrusts with a frantic intensity that leaves us both gasping.

Later, in the kitchen, I confess to her a perverted fantasy, and she eagerly agrees to act it out. Naked and on all fours, she presents her ass to me, that plump, pale flesh begging to be split open. I produce a metal spatula and slide it between her cheeks, parting them with a lewd squelch. Then, gripping my throbbing cock, I press the tip against her puckered hole, and push, feeling the resistance give way as I breach her asshole. Jeanne Catherine cries out in mingled pain and pleasure, her muscles clenching rhythmically around my length as I, her son, begin to fuck her ass with vicious, punishing strokes.

In the end, we confess our mother son love – twisted, sick, and all-consuming – as we collapse together in a tangle of limbs and fluids, utterly spent. But even as we catch our breath, our minds are already turning to the next depraved act, the next confession of our darkest, most depraved desires. For Jeanne Catherine and I, there is no escape from our psychosexual obsession, only the endless pursuit of more – more pleasure, more pain, more forbidden confessions spoken and acted upon in the throes of our twisted, intense love.