I never thought I’d end up fucking my own mother, but here I am, buried deep inside her tight cunt while she moans and writhes beneath me. It’s insane, but I can’t stop. Can’t think of anything else. All I can focus on is the sensation of her wet heat enveloping my cock, her velvety walls rippling around me as I thrust.
“Fuck, Mom,” I groan, my hips pistoning faster, harder. “Your cunt feels so good.”
Jeanne Catherine Lamonica let out a strained gasp, her back arching off the bed. “Anthony, baby, yes! Harder! Make me come on your cock!”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her thick thighs, spreading them further apart as I hammered into her with reckless abandon. The mattress creaked and bounced with each brutal stroke, the sound echoing through the room. Sweat dripped down my face, my chest heaving as I chased my release.
“Mom’s such a dirty slut, taking her son’s cock so eagerly,” I panted, my voice thick with lust. “You love being a whore, don’t you? Loving every second of getting fucked by your own son?”
She just whimpered and rocked her hips to meet mine, her juices gushing out around my shaft as I plowed her mercilessly. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that my own mother was beneath me, quivering and moaning like a wanton bitch in heat.
But I couldn’t stop now. Not when I was so close, teetering on the brink of climax. With a feral snarl, I pounded into her one last time and erupted, my thick stream of cum painting her cervix as I filled her to the brim. Jeanne Catherine wailed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave as she clenched around me, milking every last drop.
We lay there, panting and spent, my softening cock still buried in her plush cunt. I couldn’t believe I’d just fucked my own mother, but God, it had felt incredible. Like a forbidden dream come true.
After a few minutes, I carefully pulled out my seed leaking from her stretched hole. I leaned down and captured her lips in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, tasting myself on her. She moaned into my mouth, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair.
“I never knew it could be like this with you, Anthony,” she whispered against my lips, her breath hot and ragged. “You’re such a good fuck. I’m so proud of you.”
I chuckled low in my throat, nipping at her jaw. “Guess we make a good team, Mom. You and your naughty motherfucker of a son.”
Jeanne Catherine shivered, a delighted smile on her face. “Oh, we certainly do. And we’re going to keep exploring this new side of our relationship, aren’t we?”
I grinned wickedly, already planning my next move. “You can count on it, Mom. I’ll make sure to visit you again real soon. Maybe bring some friends next time. Teach you how to share that juicy cunt.”
She laughed, a husky, pleased sound. “I look forward to it, baby. Now, come on and clean up my mess. I don’t want this delicious cum leaking out and making your father suspicious.”
I snorted and rolled off the bed, jogging to the bathroom to grab some wipes. As I returned and gently cleaned my mother’s pussy, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. Who knew that one forbidden kiss could lead to a whole new world of depravity and pleasure? I couldn’t wait to see where this twisted journey took us next.