Seducing Anthony – Jeanne Does a Striptease
Jeanne Catherine LaMonica stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, a sly grin spreading across her face as she gazed at her reflection. Her eyes drifted to the doorway, where Anthony stood, watching her with an intensity that made her panties dampen. She knew exactly why he was there.
“Well, well, well,” she purred, turning to face him with a wicked glint in her eyes. “If it isn’t my darling boy, Anthony. Come to claim what’s rightfully yours, have you?”
Anthony swallowed hard, his gaze locked on his mother’s curvaceous figure, barely contained by the sheer black lingerie clinging to her body. “Mom, I… I can’t think straight when you dress like that. It’s like you’re asking for it.”
Jeanne sauntered closer, her hips swaying enticingly. “Oh, I am asking for it, baby. I’m begging you to take me, to fuck me like the filthy incestuous slut I am.” She reached out and caressed his cheek. “You want to ravish your own mother, don’t you? To claim her as your own in every wicked way?”
Anthony’s erection strained against his pants, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes, Mom. God, yes. I need you so bad.”
Jeanne bit her lip, a moan escaping as she felt her son’s hardness press against her thigh. “Then take me. Right here, right now. Strip me bare and make me yours.”
With trembling hands, Anthony began to undress her, his fingers fumbling in his urgency. Jeanne helped, hastily removing the lingerie and tossing it aside. Now naked, she stepped back, presenting herself to him with a coy smile.
“Look at this body you’ve grown up with, Anthony. This is what you’ve been craving, hasn’t it? The taste of your own mother’s forbidden flesh?”
Anthony’s eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her full breasts, the thatch of curls at her mound, the creamy skin flushed with arousal. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Mom,” he confessed, his voice hoarse.
Jeanne reached for him, guiding his hands to her breasts. “Then take what’s yours, darling. Squeeze them, pinch the nipples. Show me how much you’ve been craving this incestuous depravity.”
Anthony obeyed, fondling and tweaking her sensitive buds as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss. Jeanne moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming down to cup his bulging erection.
“Put it in, baby,” she urged, guiding him to her entrance. “Claim my pussy as your own. Make me scream your name in the throes of our filthy, incestuous Fucking.”
With a low growl, Anthony thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. Jeanne cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to pump in and out of her, each stroke driving her closer to climax.
“Yes, yes, fuck me like the slut you love!” she wailed, her nails raking down his back. “Give me your seed, your inheritance, your forbidden legacy!”
Anthony grunted, his hips snapping harder, faster, as he chased his own release. “Gonna cum inside you, Mom,” he ground out. “Fill you up with my incestuous load.”
Jeanne’s pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as she came hard, screaming his name in ecstasy. Anthony followed, spilling his hot semen deep within her as they shuddered together, lost in the dark thrall of their taboo desires.
Breathless and sated, they collapsed onto the bed, Jeanne cradling her son in her arms. “That was amazing, darling,” she whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “You’re such a good boy, taking care of your mother’s needs like that.”
Anthony nuzzled into her, a contented smile on his lips. “I’ll always take care of you, Mom. In every way possible.”