The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... husband would know something was wrong.

She pushed her lower body forward sharply, and the chair's back legs left the ground as she impaled herself on her son's finger. She threw her head back as the uncontrollable sexual feelings went through her, closing her eyes tight, savoring the moment.

Isidore rubbed faster and faster on his mother's clit. His fingers were now slick with her pussy juices as they flowed. He knew if he continued to tease his mother's pussy she'd be cumming very shortly.

Karissa ran a hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face. She licked her lips, feeling Isidore's fingers manipulating her cunt, his wet fingers rubbing inside her pussy.

Karissa looked at her son with lust-crazed eyes; he was looking at his Kindle, pretending to be reading. She ran her eyes down his big chest, across his hard abs, and finished at his groin. His cock stuck out of the slit on his pajama bottoms. She smacked her lips, recalling the taste of his essence in her mouth last night. It was a significant effort of will not to lean down and take him in her mouth.

Her husband had seen her suck cock back in their swinger days; they even shared a cock a few times. What would he say if she leaned down and sucked off their son?

Why am I having these crazy thoughts? Why do I want to fuck my son?

Isidore knew his mother was looking at his cockhead poking through his pajamas. Like her, he wanted to push her head down and let her suck him.

All in good ...

... time.

He knew the thought came from the succubus and that she was near. He recalled her tail flicking around him as he took her doggie style, and she howled like a wild animal. She was a great fuck, and he wanted more. Perhaps he could share his mother with her.

A blast of heat in his groin told him she approved of the idea.

Karissa knew she couldn't take more of this; she was intensely aroused, and her pussy was throbbing wildly. Her orgasm was building inside. Karissa bit her lip again, breathing hard through her nose as shudders of pleasure went through her.

Throw me on the breakfast table and fuck me now, she thought. If your father doesn't like it, he can leave!

There was no reason now; just need. She had to fuck! She craved her son's cock. She needed his sperm in her womb and, later, to feel their child growing in her womb.

Isidore felt his mom's pussy clamp onto his fingers and then release. Her breathing was ragged and loud from the excitement. She was incredibly aroused and ready to cum.

It's time to stop, said the voice in his head. Let her want you.

Following the command of the voice in his head, Isidore pulled his fingers from his mother's pussy. As he withdrew his fingers, he ran them down the inside of her thigh, leaving behind a trail of pussy juices as he did. Emulating his mother, he took his fingers in his mouth and sucked her juices off. Then he moved his hand back onto the table and picked up his glass.

Karissa groaned in ...