The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... to Isidore. "What attacked you, Isidore?"

"I'm not sure," Isidore lied.

He touched his shoulder, recalling the succubus biting him during their affair.

"We better take care of those scratches.....were you bitten?"

"I don't think so."

She took Isidore's hand and led him to the kitchen sink. He trailed behind her, watching her walk. For the first time in his life, he noticed the soft roll of her hips, not as his mother but as a lush, sensual older woman.

He was fascinated with his mother's body. He had gone through his Oedipal phase, where he lusted after his mother. However, that phase ended when he discovered the sexual charms of the opposite sex.

"OK, you'd better take your shirt off, sit here, and let's have a look."

Karissa dragged a stool out from the kitchen table and moved it over in front of the sink; Isidore unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned swimmer's chest, and sat on the stool.

"I'm gonna need a first aid kit for this," Karissa said, looking at her son's wounds. "I think I saw one under the sink."

As always, she admired her son's sleek swimmer body. Karissa took an inordinate pride that this issue of her womb had grown into a handsome young man. However, this time, there was an aroma about him that caused her to experience a pervasive warmth in her pussy. It was like but more intense than the fire she used to feel with her husband.

Karissa mentally shook herself. She made up her mind to talk to her spouse about their sexual ...

... life—or lack thereof. Turning around, she bent down to search for the first-aid box by opening the cupboard doors beneath the sink.

As his mother bent at the waist, Isidore gazed at his mother's heart-shaped ass. She was dressed in a mid-thigh length summer cotton dress. When she leaned over, the material tightened over her voluptuous ass. Through the thin material, he could see the outline of her underwear.

The dress raised higher to reveal the backs of his mother's plump thighs as she leaned forward to peer into the cabinet.

Isidore's eyes traced the outline of his mom's round ass cheeks through her flowery dress. Drinking the ejaculate of the succubus increased his libido, and his cock got hard as lewd thoughts about his mother entered his mind.

He recalled the many times he stole her soiled panties from the hamper and smelled her essence. He would hold one pair to his nose while he stroked his cock with the other pair. Back then, she seemed to be an unattainable fantasy.

His heart raced. He'd always thought of his mom as an attractive woman. Now, it took monumental restraint to keep him from lifting her dress, ripping her panties off, bending her over the counter, and taking her.

The succubus' ejaculate was altering his pheromones. His nostrils flared as he detected the scent of his mother's repressed libido.

"That's it; I knew I'd find it," Karissa said.

She straightened up, smoothing her dress over her full hips as she turned around to face her ...