Jeanne Catherine LaMonica’s breath caught in her throat as she watched her grown son, Anthony, stroll into her house. The same mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, a glint she knew all too well from their illicit playtime since he was a boy. Her cunt moistened, betraying her long-repressed desires.
“Mommy’s home, Anthony,” she purred, sauntering into the living room, her curves swaying hypnotically. “And you know what that means…”
His eyes darkened with hunger, with desire. “It means you’re going to be my whore again, isn’t it, Jeanne?”
She let out a throaty chuckle, trailing a finger along his jawline. “Oh, my sweet boy, you always were a perceptive little shit.”
With a growl, Anthony captured her wrist, yanking her against his muscular body. His hard cock throbbed against her belly, evidence of his carnal need.
“I need you, Mommy,” he groaned, nuzzling her neck. “I’ve dreamed of your cunt since I was old enough to get hard.”
Jeanne shivered, her nipples stiffening beneath her blouse. “Then take me, Anthony. Claim your mother’s incest pussy as your own personal playground.”
He wasted no time, dropping to his knees and ripping open her pants with a swift motion. “Fuck, Mommy… your cunt’s always so wet for me.”
She gasped as his tongue delved between her folds, licking and sucking with abandon. Her moans echoed through the room as he worked her into a frenzy, his fingers kneading her clit.
Anthony stood, his pants around his ankles, and lifted Jeanne onto the coffee table. She spread her legs wide, granting him unobstructed access to her dripping core.
“Motherfucker, look at you,” he grunted, guiding his thick cockhead to her entrance. “You’re going to milk my dick like the incest whore you are.”
With a brutal thrust, he impaled her, the head of his shaft breaching her cunt once more. Jeanne screamed in ecstasy, her cunt clenching around him like a vice.
Anthony set a punishing pace, every snap of his hips driving him deeper into her motherly womb. The taboo of their act only fueled their passion, the forbidden fruit of incest making their climax inevitable.
“I’m cumming, Mommy,” he panted, his balls drawing up tight. “I’m going to fill your pussy with my spunk.”
As Anthony erupted inside her, Jeanne clung to him, her cunt milking his cock for every drop of his inbred seed. They came together, lost in the depravity of their incestuous rut, their illicit love burning brighter than ever.