Mommy's Incubus Son Comes of Age 02

Mommy Slut for Her Incubus

Anna Carlyle

My son stared down at me in shock, the salty flavor of his cum soaking my taste buds. He couldn’t believe that I had done it. Sucked him off in one of the church’s classrooms. His cock thrust out from his open fly, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling. He wore his Sunday best. Tie. White shirt. Dark slacks. I was in my pink dress. Conservative. Feminine.

Something befitting the preacher’s wife.

I had crossed the Rubicon. I had feared this day would come, but I would do what it took to keep him from turning any woman into his whore. Not that he would mean to in the beginning, but once he got a taste for it…

No, no, I had to make this sacrifice.

“What do you mean, that Dad’s not my real father?” Damian asked, his blue eyes bewildered. He arched his eyebrows. So handsome. With his short, brown hair and chiseled chin. He made me so excited. “You cuckold Dad? And who’s my real father? I just… Mom!”

“You’re real father is the devil,” I said and rose to my feet before him. I stood on my heels and drew up my pink skirt.

“The devil?” he took a step back, his cock bobbing before him. Still so hard despite dumping a big load of his salty cum into my mouth. His breathing quickened. “Mom? That’s insane! That’s…”

He noticed me drawing up my skirt, working the material up my thighs clad in white stockings. Thigh-highs, not full pantyhose. He breathed faster and faster as I exposed all my thighs. My panties. A pair of white, satin panties that my pussy had soaked.

I was so wet for my son.

I hooked my panties and started rolling them down, exposing my thick, blonde bush. The spicy aroma of my pussy filled the air. He licked his lips. Did he remember the dream we shared last night when he took me on the altar in the church? Well, in the dream there was an altar.

A sacrifice of sin and incest.

“Mom,” he groaned as he watched me roll my panties down my thighs. “W-what are you doing?”

I bent over, the panties passing my knees. “You’re an incubus, Damian, but I won’t let you seduce other women like you demonic father. I won’t let you go around and ruin any more marriages.”

“Ruin?” he asked as I stepped out of my panties. He shook his head. “No, no, you and Dad have a great marriage.”

I straightened and, with the hand holding my panties, I pushed him back. He was so shocked that he didn’t resist. He wasn’t fully that incubus who invaded my dreams and dominated me. I was still in control. I would be in control.

He hit the table behind him and sat down on the cheap Formica surface. I mounted him, sliding my nylon-clad legs around him. I grabbed his cock and stared into his blue eyes. I pressed his cock through the curls of my bush in to the folds of my pussy. “If we had a great marriage still, would I be doing this?”

I impaled my pussy down his cock. I gasped in delight at feeling his big dick stretching me out. His forbidden cock filled my pussy up so wonderfully. He groaned, staring up at me in shock as I cupped his face, still holding my panties in one hand. I rubbed the wet satin into his young face as my cheating cunt clamped down on his dick.

I groaned in pure delight.

“Mom!” he gasped, his voice so high-pitched. It was his first time in the flesh.

Our first time in the flesh. Dreams didn’t count.

“I haven’t had a cock in me since that night your demonic father showed up at our door and seduced me in front of my husband,” I moaned, glorying in having something big and thick in my pussy again. “My husband watched as a real man ravished me. He stood in the corner and jerked off his little cock instead of stopping it. Instead of objecting to it! He got off watching me cum and cum and cum!”

Anger swelled in me at my husband. At Jarod Carlyle. He was such a pathetic man for not trying to keep me from being ravished by the demon. For enjoying watching me be a whore for another man. I despised Jarod. I used to respect him, but how could I after that?

I worked my cunt up and down him as he leaned back on his elbows. He groaned as my pussy worked up and down his taboo dick. I squeezed my snatch down on him, reveling in that huge cock massaging my innards. This was so amazing. My head tossed from side to side as I reveled in this delight. I savored every last second of this passion.

“Mom!” he groaned.

“He just watched!” I hissed, the anger swelling in me. “I only let him eat my pussy now! I give him handjobs. The occasional blowjob. I don’t ever want him in my pussy again because he’s not a man, but you are, Damian. Oh, Lord, yes, yes, you are!”

I plunged my cunt down his cock and didn’t rise. I reached behind me as his cock twitched in my pussy. I was united with my son. I would control his incubal lusts. I would keep him focused. Suppress that part of him. Help him find a wife so she could take over satiating him.

And until that day, I would so thoroughly enjoy my son’s cock. It was glorious with him inside me.

He gasped as I pulled down the zipper of my dress. I drew it over my head and flung it to the side, my blonde hair spilling around him. I reached behind me and found the clasp of my bra. I unhooked it. I shrugged out of the straps and freed my breasts.

They spilled out big and soft. His eyes widened as he stared at them. I shook them at him and purred, “You can touch them, Damian. Your mommy is here to keep you satiated. To keep you from ravishing other women like you almost did with Mrs. Mitchel.”

“She just started kissing me, Mom,” he groaned as he leaned back on the table. His hands reached out, trembling. “I didn’t bring her back here to… to… She brought me back here.”

“I know,” I purred. “And now you’ll be able to resist her advances and keep from poisoning her and her marriage. She wasn’t in control of her actions.” I grabbed his hands and pressed them into my soft breasts. “Mmm, honey, that’s it. Enjoy them.”

I enjoyed this sacrifice to keep my son from infecting other women with his lust. From feeding off them. I would keep him satiated. I would do whatever it took. After that dream last night, I had to do that. I had to be his whore-mommy.

He squeezed and kneaded my tits. His eyes lit up with delight. He squeezed them, loving the feel of my soft breasts. I loved that gleam in his eyes as I squeezed my cunt down around his cock. I worked my pussy up him. He groaned as I did that. My pussy massaged him.

“Mom,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my breasts. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom!”

I slid up his cock, glorying in his incestuous shaft massaging my snatch. He was back in me. Oh, my son had returned to where he belonged. I plunged down his rod and moaned out in delight, savoring that big dick.

He groaned, his handsome, young face twisting in pleasure. Nineteen. He was so strong. His fingers felt so wonderful kneading my tits. I worked my pussy up and down him faster and faster, building toward my orgasm. I would have a huge one.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mom!” he groaned. “This is so wrong! You’re my mother!”

“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, I carried you in my womb. Right beneath my heart. Yes, yes, you’re my wondrous son. I love you, Damian. Oh, yes, yes, I will keep you from corrupting others. Your mommy is here for you! I’m your whore, Damian!”

“Jeez,” he groaned. “I’m going to… I mean…”

“Yes!” I wanted to feel cum spurting into my pussy again. I hadn’t since that glorious and terrifying night I had lost all control of myself. “Flood me, honey. Flood your mommy’s pussy!”

I plunged down his cock and ground my clit into his pubic bone. My orgasm exploded.

My pussy went wild around his big dick. I threw back my head, my blonde hair dancing. He groaned, his hands squeezing my tits. He kneaded them, massaging them. It was so wondrous having him massaging my boobs.

“Oh, Mom!” he gasped as he erupted into me. “Yes!”

I shuddered as I took my son’s first load in my pussy. He spurted blast after blast of cum. The door creaked open behind us. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful spunk splashing on my cervix. I stared down at my son’s blue eyes.

“Yes, Mom!” he gasped, my pussy writhing around his spurting dick.

“Give Mommy every drop!” I hissed, feeling eyes watching us. I knew those eyes. “Yes!”

My son spurted more and more of his incestuous seed into my pussy. He groaned, his dick spurting over and over again. It was incredible. I trembled, so loving all that spunk flooding me. He filled me up with all his jizz. I gasped as he groaned.

“Mommy,” he panted.

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned as he fired that last blast of cunt into my pussy. I looked over my shoulder. Jarod was there. He watched, rubbing at his dark slacks, his wedding band gleaming on his hand. He was the preacher of this church, and he was erect. “My son is awakened. I have to do this.”

“Of course, dear,” he said, squeezing his dick through his slacks.

That disgust rose in me. “Does it make you hard knowing your step-son flooded your wife’s pussy?” I purred, clenching my cunt down on my son’s cock. “That you’ve been cuckolded again?”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Dad!” my son gasped as he realized he was here. “This… I…”

“Shhh,” I said. “Don’t pay him any mind.” My husband unzipped his pants. “Your dad’s just going to jack off like the pathetic, little cuck he is. See, he’s moving into the corner.”

“Jeez,” my son said as I crawled off him. “I… This…”

“Let’s give him a show,” I purred, his cum spilling out of my pussy. I grabbed a cheap chair and pulled it up to the table before him, the back pressed into the table. I knelt on the orange molded plastic and gripped my tits. “Ever wanted a titty fuck?”

“What?” Damian asked as I pulled my big boobs around his wet dick. “Oh, wow. This is… Mom!”

I grinned as I pressed my big tits around his cock. His seed dripped out of my pussy. I loved that feeling of his hot cum spilling out of me. That was just such a naughty sensation. The spunk ran down my leg, sending a shiver through me.

He swallowed as he stared at me working my tits up and down his dick. I grinned at him as my pussy juices let my boobs work up and down him. I hadn’t ever done this, but I knew about them. I had done… research for this day. Learned how young men were pleasured by older women.