Feature Writer: ppr128
Feature Title: SUBURBAN SUCCUBUS 2
Published: 30.07.2009
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Magic, Paranormal, Incest
Synopsis: A son with a succubus fetish gets his hands on a tome that actually works, leading to some unintended results with his mother.
Author’s Notes: Hello, all. I am a big believer in the Tags system for stories, finding them to be of great assistance in locating stories relevant to my interests. Although I have done my best to apply them correctly to this story, there are some odd elements to it that made it difficult to correctly categorize. As such, the reader should be warned to expect the following: Mother/Son incest and Demonic Possession. I toyed with filing it under the Non-Consent/Reluctance tag (the mother is possessed and the son isn’t really into it) but was unsure of how well that would fit. In any case, I hope you enjoy…
About the story: We live in a world that is pretty strictly defined by scientific laws and rationalism, with the old notions of spirituality ignored at best and mocked openly at worst. But imagine, for a second, if magic were real. What if you could hypnotize your boss at will, making them give you a pay rise and requiring you to only work a fraction of the hours you usually did? What if you could give the jerk on the other end of the customer service line for your utilities a migraine for screwing up your account? Best of all, what if you could summon up a succubus, the very personification of lust and feminine sexuality, for a romp in the hay? That’d be pretty awesome, right? Yeah, well. I used to think that, too. I couldn’t have been more wrong if I tried. So what went wrong? Well, here’s the story…
Suburban Succubus
Chapter 2: Paying the Price
They weren’t the only things hardening, either. Again with just a hint of rotten egg in the air, Liira was saying something indistinct, sotto voice. Within seconds, I was sporting a raging boner; wielding the knife like a seasoned professional, Liira sliced my clothes away with a few broad cuts, leaving my mother’s eyes beholding her naked, erect son.
“Last night,” she purred, circling me “you had the pleasure of taking a body that welcomed your maleness. But now, in the light of day, you shall face your punishment. Running to religion for solace and attempting to find ways to cast me out on your own? Really, darling, I had hoped for something more from as promising a student of the erotic arts as you. This time, your mother’s body is unprepared for mating. You shall prepare it. Your mother does not desire to mate with you; in fact right now, she is thinking that she would rather I had cut her throat than face such a fate! How droll. Whilst I prefer to subsist on lust and sexual satisfaction, any strong emotion will suffice, and it has been some time since I have dined on the revulsion she feels at the thought. To make it easier for you to fuck your mother, I shall bypass her mind’s reluctance to respond to your overtures; so long as the sensation would arouse her normally, it shall suffice now. Begin. You shall mate with her until I direct you to stop.”
At that, my mother collapse, falling back lifelessly onto the bed. Whilst she evinced no signs of conscious control of her body, her eyes were large and filled with fear, watery with tears and darting this way and that. Leaning over her prone form, I closed my own eyes. “Sorry, mum,” I managed to say, as if so weak an apology would make up for the act of rape I would perform upon her. Lifting her up gently, I settled her further up on the bed, propping her head up on the pillows before I gently lay on top of her, my jutting cock pressed firmly into her stomach.
Recalling what Liira had me do that night, I began with a kiss, close-mouthed at first, before parting our lips and slipping my tongue into her. After a few seconds, her tongue tentatively began to respond. Using the kiss as a pretext, I closed my eyes, shutting myself off from my mother’s horrified gaze. Slipping an arm beneath her, I rolled us until we were lying on our sides, maintaining the kiss throughout whilst I held her close. My free hand roamed across her shoulder blade, down her arm, taking her hand in my own and clasping it tight. The mouth that had at first been as still and silent as a grave had come to life, my mother’s tongue lashing at mine, her lips sucking hungrily at my own. I slid the hand I held behind her back, exposing the creamy expanse of her thigh. Allowing her to loll back against my supporting arm, I ran my hand gently up her side, tracing from her thigh to her hips, up along her ribcage and coming to rest at last on her breast.
Gasping for breath, I broke the kiss. My mother lay there, dead still. My eyes still closed, I cupped my hand around her breast, kneading at it gently and running my thumb across her hardened nipple, rolling it around her aureole before pinching it gently as I had done before. Taking a deep breath, I brushed my lips against hers; as soon as I made contact, she attacked me full force.
Virtually every time I had the pleasure of sex in the past, it had been at the girl’s initiation. Failing that, we had been petting heavily for some time beforehand; as I result, I had no idea how long it might take to properly arouse and prepare a woman for the experience. On one hand, I didn’t want the emotionally painful experience of the rape I was about to perpetrate on my mother to be joined with the physical agony that accompanied forcible intrusion, but on the other hand the sooner I got to work the sooner it would all be over. Besides, I didn’t want Liira to decide I was stalling for time; the punishment was already bad enough without heaping any further abuse on my mother.
Abandoning the teat that had nursed me, I essayed an expedition to the place that had birthed me, gently lifting my mother’s thighs apart and re-positioning her upper leg to give me better access to her. A quick check indicated she had begun to dew over, but after applying a little pressure to her vaginal opening and finding no easy entrance, I concluded that she was not quite ready yet. Since my hand was down there, however, I took the opportunity to stimulate her clitoris and inner lips, pushing down hard with my middle finger, opening her with the two adjacent to it, and sliding my hand back and forth across her. After a few moments, I cupped her pubic mound, broke away from the kiss, and caught my breath whilst I planned my next move.
Deciding to fall back on the old stand-by, I kissed my way down her neck and across her chest, licking at the one nipple I could reach before taking the point of her breath into my mouth. Resuming my stimulation of her genitals, I alternated between sucking at my mother’s nipple, laving my tongue across it, and gently taking her flesh between my teeth for the barest of nips. The moistness between her legs slowly intensified, and when my questing digits finally achieved an effortless entry into her dripping core, I knew the time had come.
Settling my mother onto her back again, I rose up against her, holding myself up with one hand whilst I used the other to set my glans against her inner lips. Still intentionally blinding myself to what I was doing and relying on touch to guide myself, I was totally unprepared for the stinging slap Liira delivered to my face; my eyes watering, I looked down questioningly to see what I had done wrong. Liira wasted no time on that front, ordering me to keep my eyes open, watching my cock slide into my mother’s vagina before locking my gaze with my mother’s eyes. Puffy with tears, the fear from before had been replaced with an ugly look of resignation. As I inched my penis into my mother, the look in her eyes changed again, glaring at me with contempt. I leaned in for a kiss, hoping to employ my earlier dodge of the reality, but Liira turned my mother’s face away and pushed me back up. Giving in, I stared down at my mother’s immobile face whilst I began to saw in and out of her. Eventually, the look of rage in her eyes was replaced with the obscure pain and resignation I’d felt earlier. Liira must have been having her own trouble inside my mother, because hr gaze would repeatedly wander to some point on the ceiling before resolutely being jerked back to focus on my face.
After a few such attempts, Liira snarled “Enough! Take the pillows, spread them out on the floor, and build a heaped mound in front of the mirrors. Then take this bitch from behind whilst you hold her head back as I instructed you last night.”
I hastened to obey. Once I’d set up the pillows, I lifted my mother’s form up, carrying her gently to the mirrored sliding doors that hung outside her walk-in wardrobe. The pillows I’d laid down to support her mid-section proved only partially successful in that capacity, leaving her breasts hanging down like the udders of a cow. Taking up position behind her, I coiled her hair in one hand and dragged her back against me with the other, forcing her breasts further into prominence as I speared into her delicate flesh. Her eyes, reflected in the mirror, were filled with venom, showing me her true regard for the situation, even as my mother’s heated, soaked, and clasping vagina rippled around my length.
Again, Liira stepped in. “Excellent work, my son! This harlot’s flesh finally responds to your ministrations. Now, as you did last night, fondle your mother’s breasts. And, for her edification and mine, spank her.” Knowing I could not do both with one hand tangled in my mother’s hair, I unwound my fingers and flexed them, leaning forward to grope at her before rearing back and delivering a slap that left a blotched, red handprint on my mother’s pristine backside. Throughout, Liira held my mother’s head in place, staring steadily into the mirror that so clearly showed my mother exactly who was fucking her. As I repeated the cycle, kneading her breasts and alternating which side of her arse copped a stinging hit, I felt her vagina begin to pulse, clutching at me with greater frequency. As it reached a crescendo, I increased my pace, ramming into my mother so hard my balls slammed against her clitoris as I fucked into her. Liira evidently found it amusing to return control of my mother’s face and mouth to her instincts as she had the rest of her body; a deep, throaty moan and an expression of absolute ecstasy were at odds with my mother’s spite-filled eyes as she orgasmed beneath me.
Risking a quick look at the glowing red numbers on my mother’s clock radio, I saw that it was almost eleven o’clock; I had been screwing my mother for at least an hour without release of my own. The body beneath me abruptly surged into motion, dragging the still-convulsing sheath away from my penis. I watched whilst Liira straightened up, a pleased expression on her otherwise haughty face.
“Done well enough, mortal. But there is yet one more blandishment you must face. This time, I shall return some semblance of control to the original owner of my flesh. We have copulated long this night, and this body is soiled with the secretions of us both. It is time, I believe, to remedy that.” She reached out, taking my hand and turning towards my mother’s en suite. Dragging me behind her, she flounced into the tiled room, my rigid cock bouncing along in her wake. She fiddled briefly with the taps, sending jets of steaming-hot water into the shower before settling on an acceptable temperature, then drew me in after her and slid the clear glass door closed.
With the hot water pounding into us, she wrapped her arms around me, telling me to pick her up and hold her against the solid wall behind her whilst we fucked. I carefully lifted her up, and as I settled her back against the cold tiles, her eyes fluttered closed then open again. Liira was gone; this time, my mother was back. Unlike the rape in my mother’s bedroom, she didn’t look at me with disgust, or fear, or anger; instead, her eyes- washed clean of tears- were glassy with lust. She entwined her fingers, cupping her linked hands together to cradle my head, pulling me in closer to her. Her legs wrapped around my hips, resembling a spider with its prey; the metaphor was not lost upon me. “Oh, that’s it, my boy. You’ve got your mother in such a compromising position now, don’t you?” With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she leaned back, regarding me clearly. “I bet you want to go at my cunt like a bull at a gate, don’t you? Just like you did when you screwed me doggy-style a moment ago?” Not waiting for me to answer, she blustered on. “But you can’t. You see, son, this isn’t a position or a time for a quickie. I want it long, slow, and gentle. And you need to restrain yourself- if you’re not careful, you might drop me!”
Bracing herself against the wall, her hands snaked down between us, latching on to my dick. She tugged me forwards as best she could, signalling me to enter her. Carefully, inch by inch, I lowered her onto me, her hands aligning me with first her labia, then vagina. As I slipped into her, she put her arms back over my shoulders, wrapping her hands around the back of her neck. It was a completely new position for me, so I did as she said and took it slow. After experimenting for a while I discovered that the best way to handle things was to rock slightly forwards and backwards, relying on the slight motion and pressure of her weight on top of me to provide the necessary stimulation. The water continued to cascade over us, phantom hands caressing a mother and son in forbidden union. Throughout it all, she moaned, arched her back, and mumbled encouragement to me. As we fucked, I noticed my own building pleasure, freed from whatever compulsion Liira had placed on me in that regard.
It took an eternity, but eventually my mother’s innermost sanctum went into spasms, clamping down on me. Whilst she shrieked like a banshee as her orgasm swept over her, I grunted animalistically and surged home, spewing my load deep within her. Shaking, we both came down from our shared orgasm; my mother pulled me tight, jammed my lips against hers, and treated me to a long, passionate kiss. My cock lurched within her depths, causing her to giggle. She leaned back. “You savage, you. Fancy doing that to your own mother. You should be ashamed.”
I was. I’d gotten wrapped up in the moment, forgotten where I was, and had succumbed to the pleasures of fucking my mother. I stared down, hoping to find some unremarkable tile to concentrate on, but my gaze instead came to rest on the juncture of our bodies, her outer lips splayed lewdly around my shaft, visible against my water-slicked pubic hair. She tittered again. “Well, big boy, much as I’d like to stay impaled like this, we need to get a move on before the hot water runs out. Now, help an old lady down.”
Using what seemed to be the last of my rapidly fading strength, I lifted my mother up. As she slid off me, a thick rope of viscous, white semen linked my softening cock with her molten core for an instant Grinning lewdly, my mother’s right hand moved like lightning, catching it before it was washed away. Smirking like a naughty schoolgirl, she bought my come up to her pouting lips, liking her hand clean lasciviously. Stretching out, my mother stepped in close to me, drawing me into a tight embrace that crushed her breasts against me, resting her head against my chest as she twisted us slightly from side to side. She sighed, deeply satisfied, basking in the moment of forbidden pleasure before taking a small step back and reaching for the soap. She winked, holding it out to me; I lathered it up and reached for her shoulders, trying to avoid my mother’s erogenous zones. She was, however, having none of that, grabbing my hands and sliding them down to cup her breasts.
I gave in, scrubbing gently at her soft flesh whilst the water washed the suds away. As I lathered my hands up again, she parted her legs and glanced slyly at the opening between her thighs, the message clear. It took a few efforts to clean off the solidified gunk around her pouting outer lips, even after it had been softened and loosened by the hot water. Having attended to the two areas I had so desperately wanted to keep my hands away from, my mother suffered me to clean the rest of her, pushing me down to kneel when the time came to take care of her legs.
One of her hands moved up from my shoulder to cup my chin, turning my face to meet Liira. Squinting against the spray I did my best to keep my eyes open. She merely smirked at me for a few moments, taking pleasure in my broken state before she spoke. “I know you, mortal. You do not care what happens to your own flesh, but you hold this-” she grabbed one of my mother’s breasts, squeezing it- “in high esteem. To hurt you, I must hurt this flesh. You have seen a glimpse of what it is to mate with me, in the darkness of last night. The first part of your pain lay in the ravishing of your mother, when neither you nor she can deny what is happening. You know the truth, that she detested every moment of it, and you have seen how easily I can change that, making her a wanton whore who desires nothing so much as to couple with her son. There shall be no more warnings, mortal. You will obey me, service me as I desire, or I shall consume your mother’s soul and tear apart her flesh whilst you watch. And you have some inkling, I think, of the control I can exert over your body. Know, too, that should that happen I shall see to it that you live for a long, long time so that you can torture yourself with the memory of your debauched antics and causing the death and destruction of your mother. Now,” she concluded her monologue “get yourself clean and get out. I shall give you a reprieve from mating with me tonight. But rest up and eat well, my son, for tomorrow night shall be … a marathon effort.”
Her left lip curled into a cruel smile, then my mother’s features blanked for an instant before settling into her default expression. Despite me standing right in front of her, my mother appeared not to notice me, spinning around and reaching for her shampoo. She obligingly moved out of the way whilst I soaped up, working the shampoo into her long hair. As I turned to leave, she stepped in, causing my upper arm to brush across her bust. I felt a slap against my backside and spun quickly back, fearful that my mother had become aware of my presence; instead, Liira winked at me, smirked, and sank back beneath my mother’s oblivious face once more. I fled to my bedroom, taking the knife and my ruined clothes with me…
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO