Mommy's Incubus Son Comes of Age 15 - Sex Stories

Mommy's Incubus Son Comes of Age 15

... he hammered my asshole. "Just let me feel that asshole going wild on my dick, Mom!"

"Yes, yes, yes," I whimpered, savoring every last second of his dick plowing into me. He fucked me with that big dick. He pounded me with so much passion. "Damian! Jarod. Yes!"

I plunged down my husband's cock as my son buried into my asshole. I burst in rapture.

My holes spasmed around both their cocks. I milked them, stars flashing across my vision. It was incredible to have all that bliss rushing through me. I groaned, my boobs bouncing and heaving. They slapped together as I savored all this pleasure washing through me.

"Honey!" Jarod groaned and erupted into my pussy.

"Shit, Mom!" growled my incubus son. He plowed to the hilt in my asshole and exploded.

Their cum spurted into my holes. I shuddered, the waves of delight drowning my mind as their seed pumped over and over into my pussy and asshole. They filled my pregnant pussy and wanton bowels with all their spunk. It was so delicious.

My husband ran dry first, panting. His hands fell from my tits as my asshole rippled around my son's cock. I smiled at him. He groaned as he spurted more and more of his spunk into me. I savored that joy, my orgasm peaking in me.

"Damn, Mom!" groaned my son. He panted, his dick throbbing in my bowels. "Oh, damn, that's good."

"Mmm, I love taking care of both my men," I purred, feeling so good.

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Damian Carlyle

A few weeks later, after I had regained all my women and ...

... cuckolded all their husbands, I had a mission. I wanted to take care of my women. And to do that, I would need the right woman with a rich husband to pay me to fuck her.

To keep me and my women in an incredible lifestyle of luxury.

I settled on Miranda Brentwood. Ex-playboy model and trophy wife for one of those Microsoft tech moguls that dotted the Puget Sound. With my succubus-sister, I could twist the woman around my finger while she took the husband.

I floated through the ethereal space between dreams with Josie. I held her hand, though we really didn't have those here. She was my sex slave. She loved it. There was a reason she had stocked that cabin with BDSM paraphernalia.

She loved being cuffed, gagged, spanked, and fucked in the ass raw then left in the corner while I enjoyed the rest of my women. She was a kinky thing, of course. She was definitely our father's daughter.

"There she is," I said, feeling the dream. Miranda Brentwood.

We fell into her dreams and found her lying on a bed having her pussy devoured by a Latin stud. Maybe the pool boy she was banging. I don't know. Miranda had dyed-red hair and big, rake tits. They were incredible mounds.

Real professional work.

I banished the man and stood before her. She gasped at the sight of my dick. "I need that cock in me! Oh, yes, yes, please, fuck me!"

I grinned at her. She had no idea who I was, but by morning, she would be panting for me.

"Yes, yes, you're about to fuck my brother and ...