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• Jeanne’s Panties

  December 31, 2025

  The scent of her consumed him. He could never get enough. Anthony’s mind raced as he sat at his desk, the pile of reports and papers before him a blur. All he could think about was his mother Jeanne Catherine LaMonica’s undergarments, her silky smooth skin, the tantalizing glimpse of her pale, freckled thighs…

  He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes drifting closed as he pictured it – her lying on the bed in her bedroom, a delicate lace-trimmed camisole riding up to expose the curve of her hip, the soft pucker of her navel… The faded floral pattern of her cotton panties is barely visible beneath the thin fabric. His heart pounded in his chest, a primal urge coursing through his veins.

  Anthony had tried to resist; he truly had. But the memories, so vivid and alluring, haunted him. The way she’d smooth the fabric of her skirt, her hands lingering in places that made him shiver with anticipation. The secret glances, the whispered promises, the forbidden touch of her palm against his thigh…

  He’d spent years denying his desires, burying them deep within the recesses of his mind. But they always resurfaced, more intense with each passing day. The fantasy consumed him, a dark and all-consuming hunger that demanded to be sated.

  Now, in the safety of his office, he could allow himself the luxury of indulging. His hand crept beneath his suit trousers, fingers brushing against the damp patch that had developed on his boxer briefs. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he envisioned the scent of her, the musky aroma of her arousal mingling with the subtle perfume she wore.

  His free hand reached out, plucking the neatly folded bundle of fabric from his desk drawer. His mother’s panties, the ones he’d “borrowed” during his last visit home. The delicate lace trim, the soft cotton against his palm – it was almost enough to bring him to the edge.

  With trembling fingers, Anthony pushed the fabric to his lips, drawn by the intoxicating scent and the forbidden knowledge of what lay beneath. The first tentative suck was electrifying, the taste of her essence mingling with the fabric as he hollowed his cheeks. Then came the pause, the moment of intense need and craving before he plunged back in, lost to the dark delights of his twisted desire for his mother Jeanne

  Time stood still as he devoured the panties, the world narrowed to the sweet, heady taste of his mother’s secrets. His mind reeled, consumed by the taboo pleasure, the guilt and shame mingling with the overwhelming rush of lust. It was depraved, unhinged, yet he couldn’t stop, couldn’t bear to break the spell.

  Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Anthony pulled away, the damp fabric clutched tightly in his fist. He collapsed back in his chair, his chest heaving, his mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. As the fog of lust began to clear, a chill settled over him, the weight of his actions sinking in.

  He knew it was wrong, that he needed help, and he did not care. And for now, in this moment, he allowed himself the cruel comfort of the fantasy, the dark allure of his mother Jeanne Catherine LaMonica’s forbidden scent lingering on his tongue, a siren’s call that urged him to surrender to the abyss of his desires once more.

• A mother’s desire

  December 28, 2025

  I’ll never forget the day my son Anthony turned 21. The proud mother in me gushed over his milestone birthday, but deep inside, a forbidden desire stirred. He’d grown into a stunning young man, with chiseled features and a strong, athletic build. I couldn’t help but notice the way my gaze lingered on his firm ass as he moved about the house. As the years passed, that secret craving never abated. It intensified, especially when Anthony started dating. The thought of another woman’s hands on him, kissing him, loving him in ways I couldn’t, filled me with a green, gnawing jealousy. I knew it was wrong – he was my son – but I couldn’t resist the urge to stare with desire every time he walked into the room. So when Anthony suggested we take a family cruise for his 30th birthday, I jumped at the opportunity. The vast ocean and cramped quarters would ensure constant, intimate time together. As soon as we boarded, I made my move, pulling him close and letting my hands roam his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin. That night, under the cover of darkness, I led Anthony to our cabin, the air thick with anticipation. My heart pounded as I locked the door behind us, the reality of what I was about to do settling in. With trembling fingers, I began to undress, revealing my mature, curvaceous body to my son’s hungry gaze. Anthony’s eyes lingered on my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and finally, my dripping pussy. “Mom,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. “You’re so beautiful.” I smiled seductively, stepping closer until our bodies touched. “And you, baby, are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.” Our lips met in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as we tasted each other’s forbidden desire. Anthony’s hands roamed my body, pushing my nightgown up and over my head to reveal my naked flesh. He groaned at the sight of my heavy tits, the pink nipples stiff with arousal.

  With a gentleness that belied his hunger, he cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my areolae as he licked and suckled my nipples. The sensations were overwhelming, and I arched into his touch, moaning his name. “Anthony, please…” He smiled against my skin, his hands trailing down my stomach to cup my pussy. “Like this, Mom?” I nodded, my hips lifting to meet his fingers as he teased my clit, dipping inside to stroke my slick folds. I was so close already, my climax building with every touch, every kiss. Anthony positioned himself between my thighs, his cock rock-hard against my leg. “I want to be inside you, Mom,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. “I need to feel you wrapped around me.” I nodded, spreading my legs wider in invitation. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into my heat, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, the stretch, the pressure, the absolute rightness of it all. We moved together in a primal rhythm, our moans and sighs echoing in the small cabin. I squeezed my internal muscles around his cock, urging him deeper, harder. Anthony grunted, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his orgasm exploding inside me. I clung to him, my own climax cresting as I felt him pulse and throb, his seed flooding my womb. We collapsed together, panting and sweaty, the magnitude of what we’d done sinking in. I knew it was wrong, that we’d crossed an unforgivable line, but as I felt Anthony’s heart beating against mine, I also knew I’d never regret this moment, this night, this love we’d shared. In the calm after the storm, as we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms, I made a silent vow to cherish this secret, to protect our forbidden love, no matter the cost. For in that cabin, on that cruise ship, I’d found a pleasure and an intimacy I’d never known before, and I was determined to Fuck Him a lot.