Can We Keep Him? (Their First Incubus) - Sex Stories

Can We Keep Him? (Their First Incubus)

... sister’s face, but not literally on some random dirty guy’s freaky crotch.

“Goddammit girls, maybe watch the news once a month; the incubus slave trade has been a

huge

scandal.” Having pulled her arms out of both sticky sleeves, Sylvia was now taking charge of removing Lena’s sweater and Maggie’s panties since neither girl seemed to grasp the urgency of the situation.

“This is an incubus?” Maggie asked covering her hairless crotch from the unconscious demon in case he suddenly opened his eyes. She was now noticing his clipped wing stubs and sawed-off horns.

“Yes!” Sylvia barked back while dealing with Lena’s DDD-cup brassiere. “They found a way to summon these beings from some dark realm and enslaved the poor things as sex toys for depraved perverts. This one must have been dumped on the side of the road by a jealous husband.”

Hugging her chest pillows, Lena pleaded a last alternative. It sounded to her like her mother was doing an adult version of ‘Can we keep him, pretty please?’. “Shouldn’t we take him to a hospital?”

“They feed on

sexual energy

, Lena. Real hospitals aren’t full of horny doctors like in TV shows.” Taking Lena by the shoulders, mother and daughter’s breasts pressed against each other. “But if the three of us work

together

. We can bring him back from the brink. We can

save

him. Follow my lead.” Then Sylvia turned to her youngest: “Enough starring, Maggie! Lie down on his chest and kiss him the way I caught you doing ...

... with your bolster pillow.”

The rapidly blushing girl decided against denying the undeniable moment she was caught red-lipped with a pillow man between her thighs. Reluctantly, she climbed over the sculpted demonic body with the intention of faking the kisses, hoping her unhinged mother would be too busy with the happy-ending massage to notice.

Maggie gasped as her legs brushed the glacial skin of someone who spent hours naked outdoors. But, after the initial heat transfer, like the first cold splash of a hot shower, the warmth deep inside the creature’s flesh radiated through to intermix with the warmth of her thighs. She hovered hesitantly for a few seconds before lowering her splayed crotch on the washboard muscles, gasping again as if sitting naked on an ice cube. The ice melted quickly, however, and so did her apprehension. Skin-to-skin contact with a nude incubus was her most erotic experience to date, far more intense than any pillow session. Despite her previous decision not to kiss at first sight, she leaned in and warmed more of her seat with her squished tangerines, gasping yet again but with moaning undertones. She closed her eyes, hoped her sister would not notice her moistening pussy, then focused on warming the inviting incubus lips.

Lena watched her mom like an extreme sex education instruction video. From a kneeling position between the incubus’ legs, the woman looked like she was trying to start a campfire with her breasts. Any cock from this realm ...