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• 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, alot.

• Anthony and His Mother go on a Cruise

  December 28, 2025

  As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow on the luxury cruise ship, Anthony LaMonica and his stunning mother, Jeannie Catherine, stepped onto the plush carpeted decks. The air was heavy with anticipation and the musky scent of lust. This wasn’t your typical family vacation – it was a long weekend getaway catering exclusively to swingers, and both Anthony and Jeannie came prepared to indulge in forbidden pleasures. Anthony, a successful businessman in his early fifties, exuded confidence and charm. His chiseled features and fit physique made him a desirable catch for any hungry eye on board. Little did he know that his mother had a hidden agenda, one that would soon collide with his own desires. Jeannie, despite her age, was a vision of loveliness. Her creamy skin and luscious curves seemed to defy the natural aging process, drawing admiring glances from both young and old alike. But beneath her alluring exterior, she harbored secrets – secrets she kept even from her unsuspecting son. As the night unfolded, the two LaMonicas found themselves swept up in a whirlwind of decadent encounters. Anonymous partners were swapped like trading cards, and the ship’s private rooms buzzed with the sounds of pleasure and release. Anthony, initially hesitant, soon surrendered to the hedonistic atmosphere, losing himself in the warm embrace of a beautiful stranger. Meanwhile, Jeannie was busy charming a group of eager admirers into a private alcove. As their clothes fell away, revealing bodies slick with desire, she leaned in close to one particularly attentive gentleman, her breath hot against his ear. “I have a confession to make,” she whispered, her voice husky with excitement. “The man you see cavorting with those two lovely ladies over there… he’s my son.”

  The man’s eyes widened in shock, only to be replaced by a wicked grin. “Is that so? Well, in that case, I think it’s time we showed him how a real woman gets down and dirty.” And with that, the man drifted over and invited Anthony to a threesome, their moans and gasps mingling with the ship’s pulsating music. Anthony, blissfully unaware of the incestuous depravity unfolding around him, continued to explore his own desires, completely oblivious to the fact that his mother was about to become his partner in pleasure. As the night wore on and the debauchery reached new heights, Anthony and Jeannie found themselves drawn to each other once more. This time, there was no mistaking the chemistry between them. Their dancing turned sensual, their touches lingered, and their eyes locked in a heated stare that spoke volumes. In a startling turn of events, Anthony and Jeannie slipped away to a secluded cabin, leaving the other revelers to their own devices. The door clicked shut behind them, and in the dimly lit room, they shed their remaining clothes, exposing their yearning bodies to each other’s hungry gaze. Without a word, they crashed together in a frenzy of lust, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss as their flesh entwined. Anthony’s hands roamed his mother’s curves, memorizing every dip and swell, while Jeannie’s nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. As they lost themselves in the throes of incestuous ecstasy, the line between fantasy and reality blurred, and the true extent of their forbidden desires was revealed. In that moment, they were equals, bound by their shared secret and the primal urge that had always existed between them. As the morning light crept into the cabin, Anthony and Jeannie lay intertwined, their bodies still slick with sweat and the evidence of their depraved activities. They exchanged a lazy smile, a silent understanding passing between them. They may have come on this cruise as strangers to the world of swinging, but they left as partners in sin, their bond forged in the fires of forbidden lust. And as the ship set sail for its final destination, they knew that this was only the beginning of their twisted tale.