Anthony LaMonica’s hardening cock twitched in his slacks as he gazed at his mother’s Jeanne Catherine LaMonica’s shapely rear, perfectly displayed in her tight jeans as she bent over to retrieve his coat from the closet. It was a relentless struggle to maintain composure, for the reality was crystal clear – he craved her, utterly and completely.
His mom, Jeanne had been a constant presence in his life, and the years had only intensified his forbidden desire. Her gentle hands, her soothing voice, the unspoken understanding between them – it all conspired to fuel his lust. Anthony had a girlfriend, Elena, but she meant nothing to him beside this hungry ache for Jeanne.
And so, on a frigid winter evening, he orchestrated a movie outing for the trio. As they settled into the cinema, Anthony’s thigh brushed against Jeanne’s, sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he steered her closer, the warmth of her body a potent aphrodisiac.
The movie flickered on the screen, a distant hum as Anthony’s focus narrowed to the woman beside him. He couldn’t resist the urge to lean in, his breath hot against Jeanne’s ear as he whispered, “I want you, mommy. Right here, right now.”
A shiver rippled through her, but she tried to play it cool, subtly moving away. Anthony’s grip tightened on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers as he guided her to his lap. Elena, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in the film.
Before the end of the first act, Anthony had pushed his mothers jeans down around her hips, exposing the lacy edge of her panties. His fingers danced along the silk, teasing the tender flesh between her thighs as he unzipped his fly. With a swift motion, he freed his aching cock, the cool air a welcome relief against the heated skin.