The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... resting on his as she bounced on his cock. He imagined sucking on her milk ladened breasts as they fucked.

Karissa finished looking at the wound and stood up.

"I think you'll live, Isidore. What happened back there in the kitchen?"

Lust replaced anger as Isidore eyed his mother, trying to imagine her body under her summer dress.

"Isidore?" Karissa asked.

Men and women, including his father, had looked at her like this before. It was a look of wanton lust. It at once frightened and excited her coming from her son.

Isidore's cock made a significant bulge in his shorts. Under the influence of the bodily fluids he drank from the succubus' pussy, he could only think of one thing...breeding his mother!

The widening precum wet spot and his hard cock bulging in his shorts caught Karissa's eye. She could make out the acorn shape cockhead through the thin cotton material.

Her nostrils flared, detecting the scent of Isidore's altered pheromones. A wave of sexual heat washed over Karissa. She ached to lay on his bed, spread her legs, and let him take her. She wanted to feel her son's cock in her, to feel it thrusting in her cunt.

Instead, she fought for control, deciding to leave before she did something foolish.

"Isidore.....err...I'm going to leave. Maybe you should talk to your dad about these things you were going through in the morning."

Karissa licked her lips as she tried to force her eyes away from the swollen bulge in her son's Jockey shorts. ...

... She wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand, imagining it in her mouth.

Smiling, Isidore took a step toward his mother. His nostrils flared as he detected the scent of her arousal.

Karissa took a step back, wanting to leave. She knew if she stayed, they would fuck. Yet, like a moth circling a flame, she was drawn to her son. She wanted his cock; she wanted him inside her!

"Isidore, whatever's the matter...I'm sure your father can help."

Karissa's heart pounded as she eyed the growing wet spot in her son's shorts. She swallowed hard, trying to control her sexual feelings toward her son. He seemed different. An aura about him made her feel weak in the knees.

She turned to leave, but Isidore moved quickly across the room, placing his arms on either side of his mother, pushing the bedroom door shut, and pinning her between it and him.

Karissa was angry as she turned to face her son.What the hell got into him, She thought.

Isidore had his mother pinned against the door. She could not escape; his muscular arms ensured she couldn't duck out from under him.

"Isidore, let me go this instant," she growled.

Karissa's heart pounded, and sweat beads formed on her brow. The submissive in her reacted to being trapped, forced to do unspeakable things.

"You don't mean it, Mom. I've got something you want and need."

His head was filled with lewd thoughts. Just 2 hours ago, he would have never acted like this. But now he was under the spell of the ...