The light flicked on.
My mother knelt on the bed before me. Her sensual and mature face surrounded by her black hair. Two horns peeked out of the tresses. Her breasts swung beneath her, large and firm, nipples pink and hard. Her wings spread wide, leathery like a bat. Rising from her tailbone, her perfect ass wiggling, was a dainty tail. Thin and whipping back and forth. It ended at a spade-like tip.
“M-Mom,” I gasped as she grabbed my cock with her right hand. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Doing?” she asked, wiggling her hips. “You summoned a Daughter of Lilith. You reached out into the Qlipha with your male desire and conjured me from the middle of my book club.”
My jaw dropped as she stroked her hand up and down my cock.
“N-no, no, you can’t be my mother,” I groaned, staring into her dark eyes. They were her eyes but full of lust.
“Oh?” she asked. Her thumb massaged the tip of my cock. Her wings fluttered. A long tongue slithered out of her mouth and licked not just her lips but her chin and cheeks and mouth. It was red and snake-like. “What, do you think I’m a saint? That I don’t have booty calls and get laid all the time.”
I flushed. I knew that.
“Mmm, that a succubus doesn’t have a life.” She arched her back. “It’s not like ancient times. We don’t have to wait in the Qlipha all bored. Under the right circumstance, we can stay in your world and blend in with mortals. It’s so easy in such a degenerate culture. Mmm, hot wives, MILFs, porn stars, strippers, cam girls, and now the delights of Only Fans. Mmm, mortal women are so perverse and shameless. Why, a succubus can hardly stand out.”
I shook my head. “You just look like my mom.”
“Henry James Lamian,” she said in that exact tone my mother used when she was mad at me. “I am your mother. Mmm, and this is my real form.” She sat up straight, her breast bunching before my eyes. Her thumb kept rubbing sensually over my cock. “You used to suckle from these very tits. You would latch your mouth on them and just nurse away.”
She shuddered, her face contorting with delight.
“You were so good at nursing from me as a babe,” she purred, her left hand sliding around the back of my head. She pulled me to her. I swallowed, coming closer and closer. “I’m a succubus. I am what you desire, Henry. Your lusts reached out to the Lilith Qlipha. You could have summoned one of my sisters, but you pulled me. Mmm, you naughty boy. Oedipal complex… Delicious.”
Her nipple pressed on my lip. I groaned my mouth slid over her fat nub. This felt so familiar. A memory, from the oldest parts of my mind. Something I shouldn’t be able to remember at all, rose in me. The feeling of this nipple in my mouth. Suckling on it for sustenance. For her milk.
Her thumb rubbed over the crown of my dick.
Pleasure shot through me. I groaned and then I nursed on her nipple like I had as a babe. Instincts took over as my mind grappled with the fact my mother was a succubus. That she was touching my dick. It was wrong. Taboo. Incest.
Milk squirted into my mouth.
My eyes bulged at the taste of hot liquid spilling through my mouth. The creamy texture, like liquid silk, covered everywhere. The sweet flavor burst across my taste buds. This was no cow’s milk. This was my mother’s milk.
I swallowed it down, my dick throbbing in her hand. I suckled again, the milk squirting into my mouth. I moaned, my eyes closing as I gulped down my mother’s creamy delight. Her wings flapped, the air stirring around us.
“That’s it, Henry,” she moaned, her hand cradling my head to her breast while she stroked my cock with the other. “Nurse from Mommy’s tit. Mmm, just like you did when you were a baby. It made me so wet then, and now…
“Now you’re eighteen. A man. You can satisfy mommy’s wet pussy.”
Her words had me groaning. This was so wrong. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I kept suckling. Her milk tasted too good, too familiar. It was warm and comforting while at the same time it was depraved and exciting.
My cock throbbed in her stroking hand as I gulped own her breast milk. I swallowed it. Gulp after wonderful gulp. I groaned as I drank her sustenance down. This was such a delicious treat. I drank it down with hunger. I swallowed the milk with gusto.
“Yes!” she moaned, her voice so throaty. Her wings flapped. “Drink your fill, Henry. I’m lactating again for you. Ooh, it’s so wicked to nurse you again.”
My hands grabbed her breasts. I cupped those large and soft mounds. I squeezed her tit. Milk squirted with more force into my mouth. I shuddered as I milked her tit like an udder. My succubus mother moaned her delight.
“Oh, yes, yes, Henry,” she groaned, her hand pumping faster up and down my cock. “Mmm, milk Mommy’s teats. Yes, yes, yes! That’s so good. Mmm. Mommy’s baby boy has grown into a sexy man.”
My balls tightened. The pressure built and built in them as the milk poured down my throat. The warm, creamy delight spread excitement from my stomach. It bathed down to my nuts brimming with cum and then up my cock.
Her hand felt so wonderful on my dick. She gripped me just right. Her pumping strokes slid from my root to my sensitive tip. I groaned when her palm caressed my spongy crown. Pleasure burst from it.
I moaned around her nipple.
This dizzying lust swept through me. It was insane. I groaned, nursing with such passion from her nipple. I gulped down the milk. I swallowed every drop of it I could. It was delicious. I groaned, savoring the flavor.
“Oh, that’s so good,” cooed Mom. “Mmm, my son is such a hungry boy. And Mommy has all the milk you could want.”
Her words excited me more. This was so wrong. She was my mother. It shouldn’t be like this. I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching. I suckled with hunger on her nipple. My cheeks hollowed. The milk soaked my taste buds.
The pressure swelled and swelled at the tip of my cock. My mother’s hand stroked to the pinnacle. She brushed it. Sparks flared down to my nuts. I groaned around her nipple. I suckled hard, milk splashing against the roof of my mouth and pooling on my tongue.
I growled around her nipple.
Erupted.
My cock exploded. Cum fired from my dick. I groaned as I heard it splashing on her skin. She gasped as I unloaded again and again. Her hand pumped fast up and down my shaft, working out my spunk.
“Oh, Mommy’s boy is a man!” she moaned. “Mmm, jizz all over mommy’s stomach. Ooh, coat Mommy in your cum.”
I groaned, nursing hard as the pleasure slammed into my mind. I filled my mouth with her sweet milk as I shuddered through my orgasm. The ecstasy soared me into the heights of rapture. Intense bliss swept through my body.
I exploded a final time.
She gripped my hair and wrenched my mouth from her nipple. Her lips planted on mine before I could stop her. She thrust her long tongue into my mouth brimming with her milk. I groaned as her tongue swirled around, gathering up her own milk and then pulling it into her mouth.
My mother lightly stroked my cock as I shuddered, coming down from my orgasmic high. I kissed her back, my blood on fire. This heady thrill shot through me. My mommy-succubus just made me cum so hard.