Feature Writer: ppr128
Feature Title: SUBURBAN SUCCUBUS 9
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 9: An end? Or a beginning?
My mother and I were again curled up in bed, taking shelter from the winter storm that raged outside our bedroom. Our new bed was an ensemble, made of hefty hardwood and fitted together with expert joinery and not a few long metal screws for good measure. It had weighed a ton and cost a fortune, but it promised stability and came with a decades-long warranty, soothing our incredulity at the asking price. Still, I thought, snuggling against my mother’s lithe, naked body and rubbing at her gravid belly, beginning to bulge ever so slightly. After many weeks, the evidence of our incestous union was visible to the outside world; my mother was the talk of her insurance company, her workmates friendly in their jealousy over her ability to pin down a viable catch. I slid my hand up onto her outstretched arm, tracing along it to the silvery, diamond-studded ring I had blown the last of my savings on.
My movement must have awoken my mother, who shifted about until she was on her back. My hand drifted back to her belly. She rolled her eyes with mock frustration. “I’m not Buddha.” I grinned at her, my fingers combing through the tangle of trimmed pubic hair she kept above the fleshy, meaty lips of her sex. I beamed at her. “Oh, I know. But every time I rub it, I get lucky.”
She snickered, amused by my rather insipid double entendre. She opened her legs, challenging me to prove whether I could walk the walk as well as talk the talk. I accepted the task, kissing her briefly before disappearing beneath the covers, kneeling between my mother’s outstretched legs. Shrouded in darkness, I relied on my sense of touch and the scent of her arousal to guide me to her cleft, working at her with my mouth, tounge, and teeth. By now, we were well used to the vagaries of each other’s bodies and sexual preferences; it was the work of mere moments to bring her gasping, shuddering, to climax. Kissing my way back up her body, I settled back into an embrace, idly fingering her slick opening. A blissful smile on her face, my mother slipped back to sleep. I stayed awake for a while yet, my hand eventually moving back to the mound that my daughter was developing under.
I had been putting this off for a while, but I needed to discuss my mother’s deal with Liira. Invoking the succubus’ name, I called her forth; the effect of my mother’s closed eyes and softly moving chest as she slumbered whilst her mouth moved at the demoness’ behest never failed to disconcert me. “About what you promised my mother. What can you tell me?”
Liira’s mouth curved into a smile. “Many things, mortal. But you know the rules. An exchange must be given.” I slipped my hand back down to my mother’s crotch, spreading her lips and diddling the hard nub between them. Liira shivered. “A little pleasure for a little information, then?”
She moaned softly, in assent. My mother’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden sound. The muscles around her mouth moved, attempting to wrest control of her face from Liira. Accepting defeat graciously, she turned her face to me, eyes sparkling. She glanced down demurely, indicating I should continue. Liira spoke again, her voice throaty and raw with her customary lust and evident pleasure at my ministrations. “I find these terms agreeable. Ask, then.”
I began to bombard her with questions. Once I was finished, Liira began to answer me, working through my concerns one by one. “Your mother is still fertile in and of herself. The healing I performed on her sexual organs is permanent, and I have taken the liberty of completely rejuvenating her ovaries, replacing the eggs lost through her previous menses. Four full moons hence, I shall pour my soul into the vessel you and your mother have prepared for me, awaiting my birth into new flesh. I shall heal your mother quickly- not instantly, for that is not within my grasp- of the damage she suffers in labour, that the two of you may mate with each other as soon as possible after that event.”
My mother’s eyes were triumphant, celebrating the birth of our child and the knowledge that our coupling would not be overly disrupted by the usually traumatic event. “I have arranged it so that her body will remain lush for an un-natural period of time. You and your mother will age slowly, reward unbidden for two who have provided me with such,” and here she purred, her voice thick with sensual appreciation “delicious sustenance. I cannot ensure further children, but it is likely you will get yourself upon your mother again. Especially given how frequently the two of you copulate. Truly commendable, my Summoner. I had my doubts about you at first, though I am glad to be proven wrong.”
Her monologue came to an abrupt end as my mother stiffened beside me, orgasming again at my deft touch. Liira emitted a sigh of satisfaction, slowing the sensation and spinning my mother’s bliss out. Over her shaking shoulder, I could see the red glare of my mother’s clock-radio; a full five minutes passed with her in the grip of a growing climax. Finally, her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp, passing out under the strain Liira had subjected her body to. Having exacted her price, Liira blithely continued, as though nothing had transpired. “I shall place a glamour on you, one that will convince all and sundry that you are not mother and son, but husband and wife. Even those who knew you before will have their memories obfuscated by my touch. You shall watch over me as I grow; the maturation process is slow and complex, and even I cannot tamper with it if I desire the best outcome. When I am of age, you will seed me as you did your mother, and I shall call forth my sisters. In accordance with your mother’s request, any offspring you bear will be female; they will know of me and my sisters and upon attaining their majority will be freely able to choose whether they wish to play host to my kind or not. Even if they do not, they will be attracted to you in the same manner as your mother. Ah, Summoner, it shall be glorious. My sisters and I shall dine on the lusts of your family. And all will live long, happy and healthy in a forbidden union. I trust this answers your queries, then?”
I nodded, belatedly realising she couldn’t see. I blurted out a “Yes,” and Liira began to fade away. “One last thing, mortal. Two, in fact. First, in four moons I will need to tie myself to your daughter’s flesh, and I will be unable to reach you save for in dreams, and even then only in proximity and at dire need. The second is another gift I have decided to give you both. During pregnancy, it is normal for the female’s desire to peak and fade. I shall enhance your mother’s lust to match your own.” My mother’s eyes still closed, Liira smirked. “I have observed you carefully, mortal, and have taken note of how your lust for this flesh has grown as it grows round with life. Should we not speak again soon, fare well.”
A trace of wistfulness entered her voice, unique in all my dealings with the temptress. “This is the first time that I have ever obtained a Summoner and a Host who I knew would honour their pledge without fear, who would not seek to end the pregnancy or have the product of their coupling die or be sacrificed instead of giving it willingly to me. I appreciate this, my Summoner. It is not in the nature of our kind, but we take on some aspects of our Hosts each time we manifest to walk in flesh. Your mother’s tender love for you, and her similar regard for the life within her womb, have become a part of me.” Tears formed in my mother’s eyes, evidence of the depths of Liira’s emotions. “I … thank you. Father. And I look forward to my own chance to couple with you and take pleasure in growing with child.”
With that, she fell away completely. I realised that throughout her speech, my hands had continued to move across my mother’s seeping gash. I nudged her, and she groaned into wakefulness. Feeling my hardness against her swelling belly, she rose up, pushing the covers away, and straddled me. Silently, she rode me until I came, squeezing at her magnificent, ever-expanding breasts.
Liira’s four moons came and went; my mother and I called her forth one last time on the cusp of the full moon to bid her fare well. As she had promised, Liira stoked my mother’s lusts; I had always found her attractive, but with her belly fully gravid with little over two months to go, I found her irresistable. With a libido matched to my own, we coupled with increasing vigour and frequency; experimentation had shown us that the best way was for me to take her from behind. We moved our primary site from our bed to the living room couch, where she could kneel in comfort, supporting her torso on the padded, raised arms of the furniture.
Finally, the last few months passed. Liira eased my mother’s labour; she was birthed in only a few hours, arriving with dazzling blue eyes and a full crop of dark hair. The maternity ward nurses wondered for a moment at our choice of name, eventually deciding it was short for “Lyric” or some such. My mother and I did not care; we took our burbling baby girl- my daughter, my sister- home, waited for three weeks to pass whilst my mother recovered. Then, we set to the creation of our first child with gusto; not a few times the neighbors came over, embarrassed, asking us to keep it down because we disturbed their sleep or caused their own children to ask questions they weren’t prepared to answer.
Before Liira was walking, my mother announced that we should plan for a second child. I went to Liira for help, asking if she could do something about a job for me so I would have stable finances; she nodded gravely at me and made cooing noises. The next day, as I waited at traffic lights on my way home, a lottery ticket was whisked into my lap, carried on an errant breeze. It was for an unclaimed prize, drawn some years ago, that would establish a portfolio that went from strength to strength, providing fiscal security for my growing family. We moved to a larger house, one we planned to fill with small feet and laughter…
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE