The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... disappointment when her son stopped fingering her. She had been close, so close to cumming.

Isidore turned to her, grinned devilishly, and then stood up. He casually pushed his cockhead back into his pajamas. Karissa couldn't help but look at it, her imagination running wild with incestuous thoughts.

Her pussy throbbed from her son's finger fucking. She wished he would have finished the job and let her orgasm.

Isidore took his glass over to the sink and washed it under the tap, his hard cock rubbing against the edge of the sink. He sensed how aroused he'd made his mother and, following the voice's instructions, hadn't finished the job. The succubus whispered in his head that his mom would do little to resist any other advances he made toward her.

Bring her to me, whispered the succubus in his head.

"Are you going somewhere, Isidore," Karissa asked.

She stared at her son's tight ass cheeks outlined through his pj's as he stood with his back to her washing his glass. His firm, muscular back rippled as he turned and put the glass on the drainboard.

"Yeah, I thought I would check out the rest of the island. Are you up to it, old man," Isidore said, slapping his dad on the back.

John looked up from his tablet, smiling.

"Hey, less of the old man thing! I could still whip your ass any day, right, honey," he asked his wife.

"Sure, John," Karissa replied.

She ogled her son's muscular body as he stood behind his father, watching his abs tighten as he ...

... breathed in and his large chest twitch as he scratched an itch.

"I'll have to beg off today. We're on vacation, but technically, I'm still working. I have a Zoom call at 9, and then I'm free for the rest of the day. Karissa, why don't you go with Isidore?"

"Ah, sure. Your sister said there are some beautiful walking paths in this jungle. Isidore and I can explore them."

Karissa eyed her son, barely avoiding grabbing, pushing him onto the kitchen table, and fucking him.

"I'll go change," Isidore said,

He casually walked out of the kitchen as though he hadn't just been finger fucking his mother.

"I'll straighten up the kitchen, change, and meet you outside," Karissa said.

John rose from his chair, walked around the table to his wife, embraced her from behind as she sat at the kitchen table, and kissed her. He looked down as he did.

"You better not let Isidore see you like that, honey," John said jokingly.

Karissa's robe and thighs were still open. Her pubic hair was wet, and her pussy lips were engorged, open, and exposed between her parted thighs. She quickly pulled her robe together, covering herself, and looking up at her smiling husband.

"It might give him ideas like the ones I've got right now. Maybe tonight we could have an early night?".

"OK honey, we'll do that, but now you've got your Zoom call."

Her cheeks redden. Her husband hadn't noticed what occurred right under his nose. "Yes, ma'am," John said, standing up straight and saluting ...