The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... inside her; the wood chair creaked loudly.

Isidore had two fingers entirely inside his mother's wet cunt. He turned his finger, found her G-spot, and rubbed it as she rocked her ass back and forth along the length of his finger.

Karissa rubbed her feet along the floor as her sexual excitement grew. Somewhere in her brain, something was telling her this was very wrong. However, Karissa wasn't listening anymore. The taboo of her son doing this to her and her husband, not 3 feet away, excited her.

She recalled her and her husband's early sex life. They explored partner swapping and swinging, attending several lifestyle parties. That stopped when they decided to start a family. She had forgotten how much she missed a strange cock in her pussy or another woman's soft body.

"The idiots in Washington will kill us all one day with their incompetence, won't they?"

Isidore didn't miss a stroke. He just kept teasing his mom's pussy. He was rubbing her G-spot with his index finger while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.

"Yeah, Dad. Politicians are idiots."

He and his father often had these conversations over breakfast. The only difference this time was that he was finger fucking his mother, bringing her close to an orgasm.

His father smiled, nodded, and returned to reading. He was proud of his son's political acumen. Unlike many fathers and sons, they were on the same page.

Karissa was trying to suppress a moan as her son fingered her. She shook as an ...

... intense bolt shot through her. She was having to fight hard to control her emotions. Her whole body quaked with her need. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and rubbed against her robe, sending tiny shivers of delight up and down her spine.

Karissa's body trembled with pleasure as Isidore manipulated her G-spot and stroked her clit. Waves of intense sexual arousal surged through her, threatening to push her over the edge. But Karissa fought against her rising climax, determined to hold on.

This experience mirrored the playful games she and her husband often engaged in, where he would tease her, denying her release until he gave her permission. Karissa's resolve grew stronger as she resisted the urge to give in to her pleasure, reveling in the exquisite torture of anticipation.

She knew the ultimate satisfaction would come when she finally received her husband's command to let go. In that moment, Karissa held the power to prolong her pleasure, relishing control over her desires. With each passing second, her longing intensified, heightening the pleasure coursing through her veins. Karissa's inner strength and determination pushed her boundaries, allowing her to savor the anticipation and the delicious torment of being denied release until her husband granted her permission.

She loved that game and the submissiveness it engendered in her having someone control her. Her son was controlling her now. He was trying to make her cum, and she knew she couldn't, else her ...