The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... As she climbed the stairs, she saw the light coming from under Isidore's bedroom door.

She decided to talk with him about what had happened in the kitchen. She needed to find out if anything was troubling him; Karissa and her son had always communicated well and had a good mother/son relationship.

Karissa knocked on Isidore's door. "Got a minute, Isidore?"

"Come in," Isidore said.

Isidore stood by the full-length closet mirror with his back turned towards her. He had tossed his jeans and shirt on the bed. All he wore was a pair of white Jockey shorts.

His mother gasped when she saw the bulge his cock made in the shorts. It was the biggest she had ever seen. Unbidden, her pussy spasmed. It grew wet and began to pulse, imagining that cock in her.

She thought she heard a husky contralto saying; He wants you!

"I'll come back later," Karissa said. She had to get away from him, else...!

Isidore's head reared back like an animal catching a scent. The scent was his mother's arousal. The succubus had altered his pheromones, and he sensed his mother wanted to have sex with him.

"That's okay, Mom; I was looking at this cut on my leg. I must have caught it on a tree branch or something. What did you want?"

Isidore only had a desk lamp, and the room was bathed in a dull yellow glow. He continued examining his leg, letting his mother see his cock bulge in profile.

Karissa couldn't help but admire her son's hairy muscled thighs, the bulge in his ...

... underwear, and his fine, slim ass encased in his tight shorts. The material barely covered his ass cheeks.

"You hurt your leg as well? Let me have a look, honey."

Karissa bent down to examine the cut on his upper thigh. She thought it would be a good time to mention what had happened in the kitchen.

"Isidore, about what happened in the kitchen...."

"I've already apologized about that, okay?" Isidore said, irritated,

Karissa was surprised her son snapped at her. It was out of character for him. He seemed different; his attitude toward her was different.

As she examined the cut on his thigh, her hand was inches away from his enticing bulge. She was tempted to give in to her curiosity, to grab his manhood and stroke it. Perhaps even...!

With a fierce determination, she resisted the urge to touch it. She summoned all her willpower to resist doing what every cell in her body wanted her to do.

Anger welled in Isidore, and he wasn't sure why. He looked down at his mother as she examined his leg. Her scoop neck dress had bloused out, and her breasts had swung forward. Isidore's hard cock oozed precum, moistening his shorts when he saw his mother's jiggling breasts.

It no longer mattered that it was his mother. He had to have her! The succubus' hormones coursed through his system, changing his thoughts and overtaking his brain.

He was becoming what she was: a sexual animal living only for pleasure and procreation. He pictured his mother pregnant, her round belly ...