The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... her full lips on his glans. He smiled when she looked at him momentarily, then quickly turned away. He felt her confusion...and lust for him.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad. Sleep well?"

"Hey, son, I slept great, especially after yesterday's long drive."

Isidore's father didn't look up from his tablet as he spoke. He was engrossed in some news item. He muttered under his breath at the stupidity of the politicians in Washington.

Karissa waited as the Keurig made her coffee. She stared out the window, trying to ignore her son and the unexpected duality of her feelings about him. He was her son, and she loved him. The sexual feelings enhanced that love but confused her.

She ached for him to fuck her. At the same time, there was a strong nesting instinct, meaning she wanted his babies also. She knew that if she had one baby for him, she wouldn't stop having his babies.

Isidore poured some orange juice and sat opposite his father at the table. His senses were more acute. He could feel his mother's sexual confusion about their new relationship.

Karissa turned to sit down at the kitchen table. She was going to sit down next to her husband, but he had his tablet lying on the table. She knew if she didn't sit at the table, her husband would think something was wrong and pester her, trying to find out what it was.

John didn't like arguments or fights in his family. He was quite sensitive and always upset if his family didn't get along.

Karissa sat next to her ...

... son and opposite her husband. Her bathrobe parted, exposing one plump brown left leg.

Isidore's cock stiffened as he noticed his mom's bare flesh.

"So what are we going to do today," John asked, never looking up.

Isidore ate his cornflakes while slowly taking his right arm off the table and casually dropping it to his side.

"I don't know, Dad, haven't thought about it."

"John, you and Isidore should go fishing. Your mother told me there's a trout stream they keep stocked for their guests. It's just down the road. I....."

Karissa's words trailed off when Isidore's hand gripped her thigh. He stroked it, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Isidore gave her a side-eye. She turned to look at him, a shocked expression on her face. Isidore grinned evilly and moved his hand further up his mother's thigh.

"What, dear?" Asked her husband, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

Isidore's fingers worked their way up the inside of her partly open thighs, sending a bolt of sexual electricity through Karissa. She sat bolt upright and looked at her husband. He was looking at her, wondering why she had stopped talking.

"Sorry," Karissa asked, trying to look calm.

Isidore pulled his mother's robe apart more under the table, exposing more of her thighs. He glanced down. Her robe was wide open now from the sash down. As he sensed, she wasn't wearing any panties this morning. He moved his hand to the top of her thigh, his fingers moving in a gentle circular motion ...