The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... sensation of her son's long, hard cock pressed against her abdomen.

Stop! she told herself. What the hell am I thinking? He's my son.

Chapter 03

Karissa tiptoed into the living room, careful not to disturb her husband sleeping on the sofa. She attempted to turn off the 74" flat-screen television without waking him and pressed the wrong button, changing the channel instead.

An X-rated channel with a couple fucking appeared on the screen. Karissa's eyes widened as she fumbled with the remote, trying to change the channel.

The woman's face was a twisted mask of lust as her lover analised her doggy style. The man knelt behind her, pounding the woman with his monster cock as she clawed at the carpet.

Karissa stood entranced watching the porn movie as the man repeatedly rammed his cock into woman's quivering ass. The woman's moans of pleasure ran in tandem with her partner's strokes.

Karissa couldn't look away from the video. It had been a while since she'd seen a porn movie or had a good ass fucking. Lately, she and John used them for inspiration, trying to get his cock hard enough to fuck her. Sometimes it worked; sometimes it didn't. He never got hard enough to fuck her ass, and she missed it.

Watching these two lustful lovers reminded her of their swinging days when multiple men fucked her ass. Her hand moved to her Mons, pressing on it through the material of her dress.

The man in the video increased his pace, grabbing the woman's hips and pulling ...

... her ass back onto his cock. The woman moaned loudly, her head whipping from side to side and her hair flying around her face.

Karissa gasped as she pushed her hand harder against her Mons. With the other hand, she lifted the hem of her dress, providing better access to her sex.

"C'mon...Ughhhh!.....Fuck me, baby...do it...Oohh," screamed the woman on television.

Karissa hadn't felt this horny in years. She pushed the gusset of her bikini panties to the side and pressed her forefinger hard against her pussy lips. She moaned as her hips pumped, increasing the pressure of her finger against her labia.

She gasped when her index finger slipped into her honey hole. She recalled the feel of her son's cock against her pussy, and his hands gripping her ass as she stood in the living room finger fucking herself.

A stray thought as though from a distant voice entered her mind.

Go to him, the succubus said!

Her husband stirred on the couch behind her. Panicking, she quickly pulled her finger from her hole. She turned around, but her husband was still fast asleep. He'd just turned over on the sofa.

She stuck her finger in her mouth, sucked her juices from her finger, and smacked her lips at the intoxicating taste. A guilty feeling came over her as she turned off the television.

I must be losing my mind. I'm hearing voices, watching that porn movie, and thinking about sex with my son,she thought.

Karissa decided to take a shower to cool off before going to bed. ...