Feature Writer: ppr128
Feature Title: SUBURBAN SUCCUBUS 8
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 8: The Home Run
Gnawing on one knuckle, I nervously relived what was otherwise a great day. My mother had used the excuse of a purposely-forgotten handbag to lure me downtown to her offices, where she’d successfully sprung a dynamite sexual ambush on me, combining the twin taboos of incest with the threat of discovery by her work colleagues. It would have been fantastic, except that my mother’s secretary had clearly overhead us in the throes of passion, mocking me with her discovery as I left. Although she had decided I was my mother’s paramour- true in and of itself- I was afraid she might realise I was her son in truth, risking bringing our illicit affair into the open.
As soon as my mother opened the front door, I was on her in an instant; ordinarily, I would greet her with a kiss and a grope, and we would either make our way upstairs to bed or attend to various chores as the situation allowed or demanded. Today, however, my mother sprang at me like a hunting cat, looking to continue what had begun in her office. At any other time, I would have gladly accepted her advances, but now I needed to lay my fears to rest. I wriggled free of her embrace, leading my mother to the lounge room and sitting down beside us. I gave in to her ardour, replying in kind to her sucking mouth and roving hands, but when she straddled me and made to undo my belt, I caught her hands and her gaze. Visibly disappointed, she deflated, sinking her full weight onto my lap to remind me what I was passing up. “What?”
“Your secretary. She knows.” My mother cocked her head to one side, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Oh, that. Don’t worry about it. She had been hounding me for a while about how I’d gotten fit and why I was always so happy. I couldn’t very well tell her that my son had screwed me into shape and that I was walking funny because he spent every night banging my quim out of shape.” She leaned in, kissing my forehead and treating me to a close-up of her cleavage. She settled back on me, continuing her explanation. “I told her that I had a new man, had gotten a border in after my son left home. That he was handsome, young, and that he’d put the moves on me.” She grinned happily. “Then Stacey kept asking about when she’d get to meet my new man. It turned into an office joke, the cougar and her helpless prey.” With an arch look and a superior curl to her lips, my mother finished explaining her actions.
“So I put out the word that my mysterious Lothario would be paying us a visit today. Now Stacey’s at me to find out if you have a brother.” Her hands returned to my belt, undoing it and freeing my penis from my briefs. “I told her I’d work on it.”
My groin surged, heat washing over me. What she referred to was the redemption of my unintended contract with Liira, and the culmination of my relationship with my mother. My mother tittered, and I tore her clothes off, threw her down on the couch, and ravished her there and then. Both of us fired by the thought of me impregnating her, our lovemaking was savage, intense, and over all too quickly. Cradling her in my arms, I carried her to our bed, where we mated again, slowly, sensuously, our lust temporarily slaked.
Sadly, that was not to be the month for it; I questioned Liira on the subject, and she told me that although she could ensure, see to it that any conception would successfully gestate, there was little she could do to hasten the event. After advising me that most of the techniques supposedly guaranteed to increase male potency were merely old wives tales, she slipped back beneath my mother’s face, content to feast on the banquet we provided for her. I occasionally toyed with the idea of telling my mother about Liira, but always decided against it on the basis that either Liira would over-rule my mother’s reaction to the news or that my mother would be fine with it. In the case of the latter, the status quo would not change; if she did object, I would know about it, and even if Liira could contain the situation I would no longer be able to enjoy a willing partner in my mother.
Eventually, our nights spent in sweaty congress paid off; we had given up on the home kits purchased from the local pharmacy. Our first inkling of success was when my mother awakened me with sudden movement, lurching out of our bed and sprinting to the en suite to be loudly ill. Confirmation came a few days later; we sidetracked ourselves by coupling for virtually every moment we shared awake, stopping only because my mother had to work. I took advantage of her absence to buy some more test kits, with the positive result leaving us both beaming. We made love again to celebrate, then discussed our future.
It was at that point I knew I was going to have to reveal Liira’s existence to my mother. When I finally worked up enough courage to broach the subject, she shrugged off my concern, telling me that Liira had visited her a few times in her dreams to discuss what had happened. My mother had been angry at first, more because I had dabbled in the occult than over what had happened in its aftermath. Although I suspected Liira of having a hand in my mother’s unexpected nonchalance, I let the issue drop, merely happy to have free reign in coupling with her.
A few weeks later, on a warm Sunday afternoon, my mother and I lay together on her bed, spooning after having spent the day lazing around, cuddling. Although she had yet to begin showing obvious signs of the child- our daughter, in accordance with my pact- my eyes were familiar with every little curve of my mother’s body. I could tell that she had begun to thicken slightly around the middle, carrying extra weight to cushion her hips and to store energy. Her creamy breasts, at the moment cupped in my hands, had enlarged ever so slightly, her aureoles darkening a shade or two as her milk ducts, so long empty, began to awaken.
Sighing, I slowly traced one hand down her ribs, circling inch by inch down to her sex. My mother let out slight mewls of pleasure, breathing lustily when I parted her lips and quested for her clitoris. Grinding backwards against me, she found me already erect. She allowed me to toy with her, parting her thighs to grant me easier access to her wet, flowering orifice. With deliberate slowness, gentle tenderness, I bought her to a trembling orgasm, savouring her gasps as she shook in my embrace. Once her tremors had ceased, she rolled to face me, showering my face with butterfly kisses whilst she fondled at my groin.
Sensing that I was waiting to speak with her, she abandoned what she was about, pulling back and eyeing me off over the short stretch of pillow separating our faces. One arm trapped beneath her, holding her in my strong embrace, I could fondle her nipples and aureole with only one hand. Whilst I gathered my thoughts, I stimulated my mother, revelling in each pant of satisfaction I wrung from her cooling body. She smiled drowsily at me, contented physically by her orgasm and emotionally by the intimacy shared. My hand slid lower, cupping her belly, as though I could somehow feel the child of our incestuous union growing even now within her.
“About our baby, mum,” I began. With those words, the lazy smile on her face blossomed into radiance, her heavily lidded eyes shining with the joy of a mother-to-be discussing her unborn child. “You know about Liira. But I haven’t told you the rest of it.” She waited expectantly for me to continue; I wrestled with the temptation of caressing the dewy lips of her exposed sex again, eventually deciding against it in case she mistook my desire for her with an attempt to manipulate her with fleshly pleasures. Clearing my throat, I pressed on. “I didn’t know it at the time,” I stressed, hoping she would believe me, “but when I summoned Liira the ritual made her a few promises. The first, which you know about, was your body.” My mother’s smile turned lascivious, and she moved back closer to me, rubbing one perfect thigh against the outside of my upper leg. “I know that. And how many times do I have to tell you this, son? I forgive you. I don’t care. Your little succubus friend has given me the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever imagined, along with an attentive lover who dotes on me. In an ideal world I wouldn’t be getting banged senseless by my son or getting pregnant by him, but the world’s not an ideal place.” Her hands again sought out my groin, sliding up and down my length. My pleasure at the luxurious touch of her hands must have been visible, for she chuckled, reached around me, and pulled us into a tight embrace, my hard penis trapped between our bodies, throbbing with my- with our- incestuous need.
“I don’t mind, really. You have no idea how lonely I was.” At that, her voice cracked, an obscure pain darkening her beautiful eyes. My heart reached out in sympathy, and I returned her embrace. “But now I’m with a perfect man. My son.” She grinned, suddenly, dispelling the gloom that had temporarily settled over us. “And when you think about it, everything was for a reason. I not only gave birth to the best son a mother could have, I taught him how to be a good man.” She kissed me, her passion evident. “A good father. Maybe even,” she husked, whispering into my ear “A good husband.” Leaning back, laying her head down, she returned her face to where I could see it, a tear marring her lovely face. I gently brushed it away, streaking her face instead with the juices coating the hand that had been caressing her sex. She giggled at the absurdity of the situation. Relieved by her frank admission, emboldened by the allure in her consideration of me not just as a lover to share her bed, but as a man she could spend her life with, I pressed on.
“Well, here’s the thing. Our child- Liira tells me it will be a daughter- belongs … umm … to her.” I trailed off, acutely embarrassed. My mother had bared her soul to me, showed me how lonely she had felt and how I had filled that void, and I repaid her candour by telling her that our firstborn would be handed over to a succubus to fulfil a demonic pact. Kicking myself mentally, I steeled myself for her response.
It was, in a word, surprising. She pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and slid down my shaft, trapping me within her. As she began to ride me, her strokes maddeningly slow, calculated to inflame me and prolong her pleasure, she said simply “I know.” My jaw hung open; I closed it with a snap. “You … you do?” She nodded decisively, ground down onto me until our groins met, our pubic hair tangling together into a jungle. “Yes. Liira told me about it. The thing with pregnancy is that, eventually, people notice. Even, and I know this might shock you, the woman who’s pregnant.” Knowing how much I loved to be reminded of how taboo our couplings were, she leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Especially when a woman goes out and gets her tubes tied and her son fucks her until he gets her up the duff.”
Even without the stimulation of movement, it was enough to send me over the edge. I came, long and hard, thick ropes of my creamy ejaculate spewed forth into my mother’s clutching, humid vagina. Revelling in her power over me, she chuckled, lying flat out on top of me. Her inner muscles continued squeezing at me, milky every last drop I had to offer. Even without the deal I had struck with Liira for control of my erections, I knew I would have been aroused enough to stay hard.
My mother propped herself up, her bony elbows digging into my chest as she contemplated me, amused with the way she had been able to get so drastic a reaction from me. “The old girl still has it, eh?” she asked, a twinkle in her eyes. I nodded, still too dumbfounded to trust my voice. “But how rude of me, to interrupt my son by up and screwing him while he tries to talk to me?” One hand fell away from her face, drumming idly against my chest. “Well, then. What is it? Mummy is listening.” I throbbed again within her, fired by the way she discussed our incestuous union. She giggled, waiting for me to continue.
“I don’t know if Liira told you this bit, but our child will be a girl.” My mother nodded, feigning boredom. I plunged on. “There were a couple of options. One was to hand our daughter over to Liira. If we don’t, she’ll be born without a soul; Liira tells me that means she’ll arrive healthy enough, but then expire because she’ll have no will to live.” My mother yawned. I hurried it along. “OK, so I think we should let Liira have it, right?”
My mother drew herself up, sitting back up on top of me “Bored now. Know all this.” “Really?” I asked, wanting to be sure. “Mmm-hmm,” my mother confirmed, beginning to ride me again. As she did so, the seed I had left within her was expelled from her depths; I watched it trace a glistening river down one lip of that heavenly cleft before being soaked up in the mat of our pubic hair. “There’s more to it than that, though.”
This was new. I listened to her intently as my mother rose and fell upon my shaft. “You made your deal with Liira, and I made mine. She has agreed to give us a baby.” My mind swam as I tried to digest the news. “Not just this one,” she clarified, rubbing her belly possessively “but one of our own. Oh, son, the damage done to me when they made me infertile would have never healed on its own. Even if it had, I don’t know that I ever would have found anyone I trusted, loved, or needed enough to get me with child before this-” she indicated the merging of our bodies “-happened. I love you. I know it’s so wrong, so bad, but I want to have a family with you.”
Moaning, I came again. She smirked down at me. “My, my. You naughty boy. Just as well mummy is already pregnant, or else she’d be having twins.” I continued to spurt, spraying wildly within her. She amended her previous statement. “Triplets.”
With an animalistic grunt, I reared up, throwing my mother onto her back. She squealed with delight, and I took her hard and fast, ramming her hips into the bed so hard that it shook up and down with our fury. Finally at its limit, the lower legs of the bed gave way, snapping off with a groan of torture metal. I started to rise, intending to inspect the damage, but my mother clawed at my back, dragging me deep within her. “Don’t you dare, you little shit. I gave it to you twice. You aren’t going anywhere, for any reason, until you return the favour.”
With a wry grin, I complied, slamming in and out of her at breakneck speeds, less bringing my mother to orgasm than hurling her forcefully into it. As she came beneath me for a second time, the bed head, unable to handle the strain of our mass or movements by itself, also disintegrated. Still I heaved away, working at my mother until we climaxed, a third time, together.
Withdrawing from her, our juices dribbling from my softening shaft and my mother’s spread legs, we surveyed the destruction. She raised her eyebrow. “Well, this will be a story to tell the sales attendant.” My brow furrowed in confusion, not following her. “When we go and get us a new bed. We’ll have to tell them how we broke the old one. Maybe even road-test a few to make sure they are strong enough to handle us.”
We cracked up, cuddling each other. Still unsatisfied, my mother grasped my spent rod again, coaxing it back to life.
They say that the difference between heaven and hell is in the company you keep. My mother was, simply put, divine.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT