Mommy's Incubus Son Comes of Age 12

"Mmm," she purred as she broke our passionate kiss. "Oh, I needed that. Ooh, but let's get to the cabin. We've given that perv a long enough show."

I grinned and ripped out of her snatch. I turned and waved at the guy watching us from his pickup truck. I slid into the Lamborghini as my mom sauntered around it, her big boobs out. She shoved down her skirt before slipping in, her legs crossing, holding in my cum.

"Let's go," she purred.

I grinned.

* * *

Alyta Mitchel

I licked Damian's delicious cum off Mrs. Greene's face.

I loved how his pearly spunk contrasted with her ebony skin. The saltiness soaked my taste buds as I kissed her. The door to the classroom opened and closed as he left. Our tongues danced together. We traded the spunk back and forth. It was delicious to share his spunk. To pass it back and forth.

I was just so glad to share it with him. He had such delicious spunk. I was in heaven here. It was amazing to pass the cum back and forth. Our lips smacked together as we traded that delicious spunk. I was so glad to share this with her.

The cum melted from us. We broke the kiss and looked at each other.

"So good," the teacher moaned before she kissed me and shoveled jizz into my mouth.

I whimpered, so glad to share it with her. I was Damian's loving girlfriend. I was so glad to enjoy this with her. To share this treat with him. Damian was amazing. Our stud. I wished he hadn't been called away.

I broke the kiss and whimpered, "That means President Espinoza stealing Damian away from us. I am so wet."

"Me, too," Mrs. Greene said. She stretched out on her back, her thighs parting. Her pencil skirt slid down her ebony thighs. I peered beneath her skirt, catching a hint of her thick, dark bush. She licked her lips. "Come sit on my face. Let me do something about it. If we don't have our man, doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other."

I crawled over to her, my skirt swirling. I, too, wasn't wearing panties. I had to be ready to be used by Damian at a moment's notice. I had to be an amazing girlfriend. I straddled her head and planted my pussy right on her face. I smeared my hot cunt against her lips.

She groaned and thrust her tongue into my twat. I gasped in delight as she feasted on my young snatch. It was so hot having my married teacher feasting on me. She went to my church, too. The preacher's son had claimed us both. Claimed my mom. His own mother.

He ruled every woman he wanted.

I pushed her skirt down to expose more of her thick bush. The spicy aroma of her pussy filled my nose. I groaned as she lapped at me. I bent over and nuzzled into her snatch and licked at her. I stroked my tongue through her flesh, I caressed her, enjoying the flavor of her snatch.

The spiciness of her cunt soaked my tongue. Her curls rubbed on my face. I moaned in delight as I licked at the MILF's pussy. I squirmed on her face, girding my trimmed bush on her lips. She lapped at me with such passion, her hands gripping my rump through my skirt.

She moaned into my cunt. Groaned.

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Greene," I purred into her twat.

I stroked my tongue up and down her folds, lapping at her with all that I had. It was such a good delight. She tasted so yummy. It would be better if Damian was here fucking us with her, but that was life, wasn't it?

I squirmed on her, grinding my snatch against her mouth. I loved smearing my flesh on him. He felt so wonderful beneath me. I shuddered in delight, my face contorting with this moment. He licked and lapped at me with all that he had.

"Yes, yes, yes," I whimpered into her snatch.

She moaned into my cunt. "Alyta! You delicious cutie!"

Her tongue wiggled about deep in my twat. I plunged into hers. I danced about in her snatch, flicking about in her cunt. It was such an amazing delight to have her doing that to me. I quivered on top of her. I loved the way she feasted on me.

Her fingers massaged my rump through my skirt. Our tongues swirled around in each other. I loved that sensation. It was such a glorious moment. I quivered in delight at her tongue sweeping over me. She was such an incredible woman.

So amazing.

I licked my tongue through her thick folds and brushed her clit. I stroked over her bud. She trembled as I did that. She squirmed on me as I flicked around that delicious nub. She moaned and found mine. She caressed it.

Sparks sizzled as the teacher attacked my bud. I shuddered at what she did. It was so delicious to have the pleasure rushing through me. I groaned at the heat rushing through my body. She was such a wicked thing. So amazing to enjoy.

We suckled on each other's clits. My orgasm swelled and swelled.

I whimpered, squirming on my teacher as we both nibbled on each other's buds. Caressed them. Tongued those sensitive buttons. She pressed mine again and again, each one bringing me closer to the brink. I suckled on hers, quivering as...

I burst in delight.

"Mrs. Greene!" I gasped, my pussy convulsing and juices gushing out to bathe her face.

"Yes, yes, my sweet Alyta!" she groaned and joined me.

She trembled beneath me, her pussy juices flooding out. It was so glorious to have her cunt cream bathing my mouth. I drowned in her passion, licking up her juices. I squirmed on her, the waves of ecstasy sweeping through me. They were so glorious.

So amazing. So fantastic. I was having such a great time. It was awesome to have all that delight sweeping through me. I loved that tongue licking through my folds, adding more waves of rapture to join the ecstasy drowning my thoughts.

"Oh, Mrs. Greene!" I moaned as we shared in our ecstasy.

"Yes, yes," she whimpered beneath me, her body quivering. She felt so delicious trembling beneath my body. "Oh, that's so good! That's just wondrous."

I felt so good. I licked at her pussy. I stroked my tongue through her folds, reveling in the spiciness of her juices as she nuzzled into my furred muff. Her curls tickled my face as my orgasm crested. It was so wonderful to make love to one of Damian's women.

One of his married lovers.

It would just be better if he hadn't left.

We spent some time nuzzling at each other's pussies before I rose off her. We kissed and licked each other's faces clean of pussy juices and drying cum. We headed to the ladies' room to wash up. The period was ending.

I was given a note to excuse myself for missing class and headed to my next one with the flood of other students. I arrived and was surprised not to see Damian. Well, I wasn't terribly surprised, but it was disappointing.

He must be fucking the president or someone else. Maybe Nene. She was his girl, too. A year younger than us. She was a sexy, Japanese girl. Damian had also fucked her mother, too. He liked mothers and their daughters.

I was surprised he hadn't seduced Kourtney Greene yet.

Lunch came, and Nene hurried up to me. She took my hand like we were just good friends and whispered. "Where is Damian-sama? I must have his dick in me. I am so horny."

"You haven't seen him?" I asked as I surveyed the cafeteria. I didn't see him at all.

"Where is he?" she asked. "I need him."

"President Espinoza," I said. "She's got her claws into him and is abusing her power to use him. Come on, let's just get something to eat so we have the energy to enjoy him later."

Nene nodded but didn't look happy.

We ate our lunch, casting gazes about for Damian. Students filtered out of the cafeteria to amuse themselves on the lunch break. Some would play ball on the court or just hang out around the campus. Others were just chatting here. Some of the nerds were playing one of their card games.

No Damian.

Mrs. Greene appeared. She strode toward us and planted her hands on the table, leaning over. "Where is he? I have needs."

"No sign of him, Mrs. Greene," I said.

"That Angélica," she muttered. "Come on. President Espinoza doesn't get to have him all to himself."

She turned and marched away. Nene and I hurried after, holding hands. We rushed down the halls, Mrs. Greene marching at a brisk pace on her heels. Her rump swished as she moved. It was sexy sight, or would be if I wasn't beginning to worry about Damian.

We entered the school's office, passing the secretary who was talking on the phone. She smiled as we passed on our way back to President Espinoza's office. Mrs. Greene didn't knock. She threw the door open to reveal...

The president looked up from her grading papers. She frowned as the three of them trooped in. I breathed in deeply, but there wasn't even a hint of sex. The window behind the president was open, but that couldn't explain this.

"Yes?" the Hispanic woman asked, looking up.

"Where is Damian?" demanded Mrs. Greene. "You summoned him to your office during second period, and we need him, too."

"I didn't summon him," said President Espinoza.

"He was called to the office by the secretary," Mrs. Greene insisted. I nodded, remembering the PA announcement that drew him away from us. He had just cum on our faces.

Mrs. Espinoza picked up her phone and called the secretary. "Hi, yes you had Damian Carlyle summoned to the office for... Oh, his mother came to pick him up? And they left together? Okay, thank you." She set the phone down, frowning. "His mother picked him up."

"Of course," I said. "She's so jealous. She wants her son all to herself. She really doesn't want the rest of us to be his lovers. In fact, I'm supposed to make sure Damian doesn't seduce any other women while at school, but I have to make Damian happy. I'm his future wife, and if he needs to fuck you all, then I will make sure it happens."

"His mother," Mrs. Greene and President Espinoza said together. They smiled for a moment then frowned as they realized he was gone for the day.

"But I want him right now," whimpered Nene. "I can go home early and sneak over to his house. He is next door to me. Mother will like that, too. We are both his."

"School is still on," said President Espinoza. "After it's over, we'll drive over to the preacher's house and confront his mother. It's time she learns she can't just keep him to herself. He has other women to love."

The rest of us nodded.

School dragged after that. Knowing Damian wasn't here really made the hours slowly tick by. I wanted him so much. I craved to have him in me. Nene moped with me. The minutes ticked by until it was time to go home.

My mom was waiting in her minivan. She stepped out and frowned as she didn't see Damian with me. She then blinked at the other women marching up with me and Nene holding hands. My mother's face grew hard.

"You little trollop," she muttered. "You didn't control him at all."

"Nope," I said. "He wanted these women, and he claimed them. Just like you, harlot. Now, his mom has taken him home early. They're banging at his house."

"No wonder she wasn't answering her phone," I said. "I thought she was still napping. She was tired after we..." She trailed off, her cheeks scarlet. "Anyways, let's get over to their house. Are they coming?"

The other women nodded. "We'll follow," President Espinoza said. "Don't speed off and leave us behind. We need to see him, too."

Mom gave an exasperated shake of her head. "Is he going to seduce every married woman at our church?"

"Maybe," I said. "And we have to accept that they're his whores like you are, harlot." I hadn't insulted Mom like this since that first day, but hearing her call me "little trollop" when she was the married cheater annoyed me.

Mom swallowed. "Fine, fine, follow."

I climbed into the minivan with Nene. The other women fetched their cars and we headed to the Carlyle's house. We would have one huge orgy. I supposed we should invite Nene's mom over, too. Just have Damian's entire harem having a wild orgy.

That would be fun.

We drove out to his house. His mom's car was in the driveway as was the preacher's. He was home? He must be watching. Damian liked it when my dad watched, too. He was into cuckolding men as Mrs. Greene and President Espinoza would eventually learn.

We all hurried inside.

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Mrs. Carlyle, her voice echoing through the house. "I love riding your dick. Ooh, don't you just love watching my breasts bounce!"

We rushed up the stairs. I was at the lead. She was riding Damian right now. The door to the master bedroom was creaking. I ran down the hallway to hear her lewd moans. I burst in as she slid up Damian's cock, her back to me. She gasped as she looked behind me.

"ALYTA!" she screamed and ripped her pussy off Damian's... No, it was her husband's cock. The preacher's small dick flopped naked. She screamed and grabbed a pillow, covering herself while her husband struggled to pull up the blankets.

All of us were pushing into the room. Mom gasped in shock while the others were gasping at the sight of the preacher and his wife sharing their marital duties. I was so confused. Why would she have sex with her husband?

"Mrs. Carlyle?" I asked in confusion.

"W-what are you doing in bed with your husband, Anna?" asked Mom in disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I be in bed with my husband!" Mrs. Carlyle demanded. "He's my husband. That's where you should be, Debbie. And... Samantha and Angélica? What are you two...? Don't tell me you're also cheating on your husband with my son."

"Yes!" Mrs. Greene said so proudly behind me. "Now where is he!"

"I don't know," Mrs. Carlyle said. "I don't care. I'm not a slut to that demon any longer. I'm free of him and his father's sinful influence!"

My jaw dropped. "Sinful influences? Demon?"

"He's the son of the devil," Mrs. Carlyle said, her eyes burning with hatred. "His father enthralled me. Us. He forced that abomination on me. Now I'm free and back where I belong. Now, if you don't mind, I have nearly two decades of lovemaking to make up with my husband."

"But you came and checked him out of school today to fuck him," I said.

"I did no such thing. I haven't left home since I got back with Debbie from our obscene shopping trip," Mrs. Carlyle said. "You can take that disgusting toy we bought with you, Debbie. Use it on your daughter or better yet, go back to your husband and forget all about Damian."

"I will never forget about Damian," I hissed and turned around, so confused. What was going on here?

The others followed me downstairs to the living room. Mom picked up a strap-on dildo from the floor. She stared at it and sank onto the couch. She started crying over it like it was so important. I was so confused.

"What is going on?" Nene asked.

"I have no idea," I said, my mind whirling. "He's the son of the devil? That's... that's..." I swallowed.

President Espinoza sank onto the couch. "Did any of you dream of him before... before you became his slut?"

I frowned and remembered that dream. I had always had a crush on him, though, but after that, I was willing to do anything to have him—including having sex with my mother. Mom nodded, tears gleamogn on her cheeks. Nene and Mrs. Greene also nodded.

"What?" I asked, staring at her. "We all knew he was an incubus. The dreams must just be a part of it."

"Oh, you already knew that," said President Espinoza. "Okay, well... He's an incubus, and he's been lured off. I believe her. She didn't take him."

"She's different," said Mom. "Something happened to her."

"But how do we find out?" I asked. "I mean, who knows stuff about this? Like a witch."

"It's a sin to consult with a witch," gasped Mrs. Greene. "Like a real one. A dangerous one. It's not just sinning, it's opening your soul up to the demons. To all sorts of awful things. Possession. Oppression."

"We're already enthralled by a demon," Nene said. "Let us go see the witch."

* * *

Damian Carlyle

I started up the car and drove off, whipping around the stopped pickup truck.

I waved at the peeping tom, Mom laughing. Her blonde hair whipped behind her. The wind rushed past us. It was such a delight driving the Lamborghini. I savored the power of this vehicle. I felt it purring with joy to be let loose.

I flew through the mountains toward the cabin, taking turns fast. Pushing the vehicle to the limits. I felt at one with the car. In tune with it. This wasn't a lion, but a lioness. And like any woman, I knew insensitively how to treat her right to make her purr.

The foliage flashed by us. I turned onto a gravel road and flew up it. Dust billowed behind us. I could feel we were close. My dick was hard for whatever surprises Mom had for us up here. A few more turns and we arrived at a cabin.

It had lights on. Rustic. A log cabin with trees growing around it. I stopped the vehicle. The sounds of nature echoed. Birds chirped. Wind rustled through the boughs. I breathed in the freshness of the air and the musk from my mother. Spicy cunt and salty cum.

Incestuous fucking.

I smiled and raised the roof. It folded up over us. I rolled the windows up and climbed out. I locked it out of habit as Mom headed to the door. She lifted a mossy stone by the steps and pulled out a key. She headed for the door, her rump wiggling.

Cum dripped down her thighs. I had filled her up with my cum.

She opened the door to a large room with a bed in the center on a bear-skin rug. A fire was laid in the fireplace. There was a small kitchen with a fridge. Lights turned on. One wall was covered in BDSM gear.

I blinked at the sight of the cuffs, floggers, spread bars, ropes, paddles, and more. There were butt plugs. Vibrators. I was shocked as I glanced at Mom. She turned around to face me, backing into the room. The bed had four posts, I noticed.

"What the fuck, Mom," I said.

"I've been preparing this place for years," she purred. "Our love nest. All the delights you can use to tie me up. To fuck me. Tease me. Spank me for being a naughty mommy."

"Damn," I groaned, staring at it all.

"And that's not all," she purred. "There's a hot tub out back."

"This place is perfect," I growled and slammed the door shut. "I may never leave."

She smiled from ear to ear as I swooped her up into my arms and kissed her with such passion. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, my hands grabbing her rump. It was so hard to use all those delicious implements on her.

To tie my mother up and ravish her.

* * *

Alyta Mitchel

"Where do we even find a witch?" asked President Espinoza.

"I have no idea," said Mom. "I mean... Google it."

"There's like a hundred just in this area," said Mrs. Greene. "I mean... I can't believe how my psychics and palmreaders there are within ten miles of us. Which one should we go to?"

What was going on? I glanced upstairs. Something was going on. I bet they knew. Anger boiled in me. Someone had taken my Damian from us, and I wanted answers. I left the MILFs to argue as Nene hovered on the edge of their vision.

I would get answers.

I marched up the stairs and burst into the room. I glared at Mrs. Carlyle as he suckled on her husband's cock. She shot me a defiant gaze and kept working her mouth up and down her husband's dick like she wouldn't stop.

"What is going on?" I demanded. "Mr. Carlyle, how did your wife break free of Damian's power!"

"The angel!" he groaned. He smiled from ear to ear. "I prayed and prayed to have my wife back, and the angel delivered. She came down from heaven and set her free."

"What angel?" I gasped.

"Josiel!" he groaned and erupted into his wife's mouth.

Angel? What was going on?

"Did she take him?" I demanded. "Did she steal Damian away?"

"I don't know and I don't care," growled the preacher. "Pray for your own deliverance from that demon's spawn!"

I slammed the door. Deliverance? I would find my Damian and rescue him even from an angel!

To be continued...