The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... son, first-aid kit in hand.

"You're going to be alright, honey. Mommy's going to fix you up."

Isidore smiled weakly, unsuccessfully trying to suppress his lustful thoughts. He had an indistinct memory of the succubus promising him sex with his mother in return for impregnating her.

Karissa ran some water into the sink. She dipped some tissue in the water and washed the dried blood from his scratches; water droplets splashed on his chest, glistening on the hairs on his belly.

Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent. She paused, staring at her fit son. He seemed different. He was no longer her sexy son but a sexually exciting man.

"Your first day here, and look what happens."

Karissa didn't want to chastise him; it wasn't his fault he got lost in the jungle. Her sister-in-law had warned her that the jungle was deceptively thick and that it was easy to lose your way.

She found it unsettling to smell something feral when she was this near him. She was drawn to the scent and began to think of her son sexually.

She felt a quivering sensation in her womb as water ran down his neck onto his tight abdominal muscles. In the time before she met and married her husband, many men and a few women had caused that feeling, and she had fucked most of them. This time, her son's altered pheromones were increasing her libido.

Isidore was the school's swimming team captain and an avid exerciser. Karissa could not understand her reaction to his physique.

Isidore ...

... grimaced as Karissa bathed his cuts.

"Sorry," Karissa said.

She was seeing her son in a new and disturbing light. She struggled to keep from stroking his hairy, masculine chest.

"That's okay, Mom," Isidore replied.

His mother's neck dress bloused open as she leaned over him to clean the dried blood from his neck. Isidore eyed the swell of his mother's lush breasts barely inches from his face, pushing out of the top of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples pushed against the material. His cock grew harder, tenting his trousers. He was having crazy sexual thoughts about fucking his mother. The intensity of his lust frightened him. He swallowed hard, trying to dismiss them.

"Let's have a look at that hand."

Isidore raised his hand, and his mother began washing the scratches. Isidore's head swam with filthy thoughts; his heart beat faster and faster. His cock was fully erect, bulging in his skintight jeans.

"Okay! All done here. I think you'll live. Go to the doctor in the morning and get a tetanus shot.

What was wrong with me, he thought, having such depraved thoughts about my mother's sexy body.

Karissa saw the bulge in her son's jeans, and it caused her cunt to moisten. Her nostrils flared as his scent permeated the air. She caught herself not dabbing at his scratches but caressing his hand, pulling it to her body so that he could touch her.

What the fuck is going on, she thought.

Karissa wiped the remainder of the blood from his ...