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Forbidden Desires: Anthony Fucks His Whore Mother Raw
Anthony has finally snapped. Elena’s gone—some bullshit weekend yoga retreat—and the house is silent except for the pounding of his own heart and the filthy thoughts screaming in his skull. He’s in Jeanne’s bedroom now, door locked, lights low, and his cock is so hard it hurts. No more teasing, no more fantasies. Tonight he claims what’s been his since the day he was born: his own mother’s dripping, desperate cunt.
He shoves Jeanne face-down onto the bed, yanking her nightgown up over her fat ass. “Spread those legs, you filthy whore,” he growls, slapping her cheeks hard enough to leave red handprints. Jeanne moans like the incestuous slut she is, arching her back, presenting her soaked pussy to her son. Anthony doesn’t wait—he lines up his thick cock and slams in balls-deep in one brutal thrust, stretching her mature cunt wide open. “Fuck yes, take it, Mommy-cunt,” he snarls, gripping her hips so hard she’ll bruise. “This pussy made me, now it’s gonna milk every drop of cum out of me.”
Jeanne screams into the pillow, ass jiggling with every savage pound. Anthony fucks her like an animal—deep, relentless, punishing strokes that make her tits swing and her whole body shake. “You’re just a dirty breeding whore for your own boy,” he hisses, reaching around to pinch her swollen clit. “Beg for it. Beg your son to fuck the shit out of you.” Jeanne’s voice cracks as she obeys: “Please, Anthony—fuck your mommy’s cunt harder! Ruin me, baby, fill this nasty hole with your seed!” He laughs darkly, slamming in deeper, feeling her walls flutter and clench like she’s about to cum all over her son’s violating cock.
He flips her over, pins her wrists above her head, and drives back in, watching her heavy tits bounce with every thrust. “Look at me while I breed you, you worthless incest slut,” he demands. Jeanne’s eyes roll back, mouth open in a constant moan as he rails her mercilessly—cock pistoning in and out of her sloppy, greedy pussy. Sweat drips, skin slaps, the bed creaks like it’s about to break. He leans down, biting her neck, marking her as his. “Gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be leaking for days. Elena will kiss me tomorrow and taste nothing but her mother-in-law’s cunt on my lips.”
When he finally explodes, it’s violent—ropes of hot, thick cum flooding Jeanne’s womb, overflowing, dripping down her ass crack as he keeps thrusting through his orgasm, making sure every drop stays buried in his mother’s used-up hole. She cums with him, screaming his name, body convulsing like the depraved whore only a son could turn her into.
Watch the raw, animalistic truth of it all in this clip—Anthony absolutely destroying his mother’s cunt, just like he always dreamed:
The deed is done. Mother and son, bound in filth forever. Elena will come home to a husband who smells like sex and guilt—and she’ll never suspect a thing.