Jeanne’s breath caught as she felt Anthony’s hardness press against her, the outline clearly visible through her underwear. “Mommy… bounce on my cock,” he rasped, his gaze locked on hers, pleading and demanding all at once.
Without hesitation, she pulled her panties aside and sank down onto him, moans mingling with the sound track as she began to ride. Anthony’s hands gripped his mothers hips, guiding her with a fierce intensity, lost in the incredible sensation of Jeanne’s heat enveloping him.
Elena, oblivious to the debauchery unfolding behind her, remained engrossed in the movie. Meanwhile, Anthony and Jeanne moved in perfect sync, their movements becoming more frantic with each passing second. The taboo nature of their actions only added to the raw, primal pleasure coursing through their incestuous veins.
Just as the final credits rolled, Anthony felt his climax building, Jeanne’s tight sheath milking him with each upward thrust. With a guttural groan, he spilled deep inside his mother, the intensity of his release almost overwhelming.
As they slowly came down from their high, Anthony pulled Jeanne close, whispering, “Meet me in the bathroom after we leave here. I want to fuck you properly, without an audience.”
Jeanne nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips as she gave her son’s cock a final, languid squeeze before rising from his lap. Anthony zipped up, his composure once again in place as they exited the cinema, Elena none the wiser. But for Anthony, the night was far from over – and neither was his hunger for Jeanne.