Mother/Son Incest – Anthony and Jeanne
Anthony LaMonica gazed longingly across the table at his mother, Jeanne Catherine. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. As he ran his hand along his bald, chiseled jaw, he imagined those deft fingers exploring the curves of her body instead of his face.
Jeanne, perfectly coiffed and dressed, sipped her martini, oblivious to her son’s illicit thoughts. The dim lighting of the upscale restaurant created ample shadows for Anthony to indulge in his fantasies without being detected.
He signaled the waiter, then leaned in close to his mother. “Mama, would you like another drink? Perhaps something to… loosen you up?” His eyes pleaded with hers, promising untold pleasures.
A flicker of curiosity danced in Jeanne’s blue eyes, but she playfully waved him off. “Oh, Anthony, you naughty boy. I think I’m fine, dear.” Yet, he could sense a thrill of desire beneath her casual tone.
Anthony knew he had to seize this opportunity. He stood, his muscular frame exuding confidence as he reached for his mother’s hand. “Come, Mama, let’s take a walk on the beach. Just like old times.”
Jeanne hesitated, glancing around at the other diners engaged in their own meals. As she noticed the couple next to them making out in the shadows, a mischievous smile spread across her face.
“Very well, Anthony,” she purred, “but don’t think you’re getting away with this so easily.” She allowed him to guide her from her seat, her hips swaying enticingly with each step.
Outside, the warm summer breeze carried the salty tang of the ocean. Anthony pushed Jeanne against the wall of the restaurant, his body pressing into hers as he captured her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her hands locked behind his neck, pulling him closer, as she surrendered to the forbidden desire burning between them.
Breathless and yearning, they stumbled back into the dimly lit dining room, their clothes barely in place. Anthony lifted his mother onto the table, the fine china clinking as he spread her legs wide.
“Mama, I need you,” he groaned, his hard erection straining against his pants as he locked eyes with hers. “I’ve always needed you this way.”
Jeanne’s gaze was heavy with lust, her cheeks flushed as she wrapped her fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. “Anthony, my sweet boy… I’ve needed you too.”
With a primal growl, Anthony plunged into his mother’s welcoming heat, their moans of pleasure echoing through the hushed restaurant. The patrons around them seemed frozen in time, mesmerized by the taboo spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
Lost in the throes of ecstasy, Anthony and Jeanne ignored the judgmental stares and whispered comments, focusing only on the intense, raw connection between them. It was a moment of pure, carnal surrender, their forbidden love transcending the boundaries of family and societal norms.
As they climaxed together, their bodies slick with sweat, Anthony and Jeanne knew that nothing could ever come between them again. They had crossed the line, and there was no turning back. In that instant, they had become something new, something dark and beautiful, forged in the flames of their deeply twisted desire.
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