Mommy's Incubus Son Comes of Age 01

I shuddered as I rose toward that orgasm. My husband built me to it. A shiver washed through me as he found my clit again. He suckled on my bud. Nibbled on it. I shuddered at his touch. He drove me wild with that delicious suckling and nibbling. I would have a soothing climax.

"Mmm, that's it, Jarod," I groaned. "Oh, yes, dear, just keep sucking on my clit."

He groaned around my bud, the humming massaging my sensitive bud.

"Yes, yes, just like that," I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. "That's it. Oh, you're such a good husband. Yes!"

I climaxed.

The gentle waves of my bliss washed through me. I groaned and shuddered, my fingers digging into my boobs through my nightgown. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out and bathing my husband's lips.

He groaned into my snatch, licking and lapping up my cream. The bed creaked as I trembled through my bliss. Stars flickered across the dark ceiling of our bedroom. I squeezed my thighs around my husband's head, holding him to my pussy.

I ground my furred muff against his lips, riding my orgasm to its end. I reached that quivering finish line. I panted as my thighs relaxed. A final wash of delight swept through me. My husband licked at my pussy a few more times before he rose.

"That's a good preacher," I purred. "Mmm, you know how to please your wife."

"Glad to help," he said and crawled up the bed. He placed his head on the pillow, his eyes closing. In moments, he was snoring again.

I panted, wanting to go back to sleep, but... I had to check in on Damian. That dream was worrying. I climbed out of bed, my nightgown falling around my legs as I rose. I padded around the bed to the door and slipped out into the dark hallway. I moved down to my only child's room and cracked his door open slowly.

I was a mother. I was skilled at peeping in on my son. He was asleep, lying sprawled on his back in a pair of shorts, the moonlight playing across his strong chest. I shuddered at the sight of his strong flesh. Nineteen... He had matured so fast.

I was just about to close the door when he groaned in his sleep, "Mrs. Mitchel..."

I frowned at that. Why was he moaning the name to one of the deacon's wives at church? I swallowed and closed the door. I would not let this happen. I would keep my son from awakening. I would no matter what it took.

* * *

Mrs. Debbie Mitchel

I smiled at the sight of my sleeping daughter. Alyta was eighteen, barely a woman grown, but I would always be her mother. Her brassy hair spilled over her pillow as she lay on her side. I couldn't help but check in on her when I woke up in the middle of the night.

I closed the door and turned around.

A young man stood naked only feet away. Damian Carlyle, the preacher's nineteen-year-old son. My heart leaped into my throat at the sight of his strong, nude body. He was all muscles. He had matured into a hunky stud. More than a few of the women at church had noticed him, all of us lamenting being married. In a joking way. Not serious.

Or so we pretended.

I would never have done anything, but here he was standing before me. I shuddered, my body just as naked as his. His hands grabbed my shoulders. I should cry out. My husband was sleeping in our bed at the end of the hall. What was Damian doing in the house? I should be terrified, but...

"Mrs. Mitchel."

Hearing him speak my name sent a wave of lust through me. My nipples hardened. My pussy grew so wet as he leaned in and captured my lips. I groaned as he kissed me with such passion. His tongue thrust into my mouth as his hands slipped down my shoulders to grip my boobs.

He fondled my big breasts as I made out with him. My tongue danced with his. My entire body quivered in delight, my pussy dripping juices. I moaned into his lips, never wanting this kiss to end. Warmth washed out of my tits as he squeezed them with his strong hands.

The heat melted to my married pussy.

His cock rubbed at my stomach. Hard. Throbbing. He smeared precum across my belly. His hands slid from my breasts and around my back. He worked down to my plump rump. He squeezed my ass and pulled me against him. I was old enough to be his mother.

Did he think of me as a MILF?

He must have snuck into the house just to kiss me. I groaned, my lips dancing with his as his cock throbbed against my belly. This was such a hot moment. I loved feeling him against me like that. I kissed him with such passion.

Such hunger.

It was heady making out with him like this. A wave of heat washed through me. I groaned, enjoying every last second of this forbidden delight. I groaned, wanting that dick pressed into my belly into me.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "Damian."

His fingers dug into my rump. "Do you want to feel my big dick ramming into your cunt, Mrs. Mitchel?"

"Yes!" I moaned. I didn't care that I would be cuckolding the man I loved. I just wanted him fucking me. I had never met a man so hunky before."

"Good," he said and broke away from me. He spun me around and shoved me forward.

I fell onto my marriage bed. Weren't we just out in the hallway? My big boobs swayed as I knelt on the bed beside my sleeping husband. Ed snored on, oblivious to Damian kneeling behind me. The preacher's son slapped his big dick on my rump.

I glanced at my husband. He had such a smaller cock. "Fuck me, Damian!"

I didn't care if I woke up Ed. I just wanted that dick in me. I craved having that huge cock burying into me. My pussy hungered for it. I had only been with one man. Suddenly, I realized I had been missing out.

"Mrs. Mitchel," Damian growled, his voice so strong as he slid his cock over my rump and down to my pussy. "I'm going to fuck you so hard. You're going to cum like my whore, aren't you? Right next to your husband, you're going to explode on my dick."

"Yes!" I moaned as the tip of his cock pressed through my trimmed bush into my pussy lips. "Fuck me, Damian! I want you in me!"

He buried to the hilt in my wanton cunt. I gasped as he stretched me out. I felt so full of his cock, his nuts slapping into my bush. I groaned, squeezing my snatch down on him. I groaned, loving the way he was in me. That was just perfect.

"Oh, Damian," I moaned as he drew back his dick. "Yes, yes, that's perfect."

He fucked to the hilt in my snatch again. And again. He buried into me with such force. He fucked me with such passion. I loved it. I savored that big dick pounding my cunt. He buried into me again and again. I shuddered, my cunt melting in delight.

I rocked on the bed, my big boobs swinging beneath me. I groaned, being fucked doggy style by the preacher's hung son. My husband snored on oblivious beside us. My pussy clamped down on that amazing cock.

He pummeled me.

He stirred me up with that mighty dick. I shuddered, my hips wiggling. I undulated my snatch around his thrusting cock, massaging him with my silky bliss. He grunted and groaned as he enjoyed my married pussy.

I loved this dick in me. My orgasm swelled in me. I would have the biggest climax of my life. I could feel it building and building in me. This was incredible. My pussy clamped down on his dick. I held him tight as he plowed away at me.

I shuddered, my boobs swaying. His hands stroked up and down my sides. So strong. So powerful. I whimpered, clamping my cheating cunt down hard on his dick. I was so wanton to cuckold my husband while he slept beside us.

"Oh, god, Ed, you are just sleeping there as a stud fucks me!" I moaned. "Your wife is cheating on you, and you're just snoring away!"

"His loss," Damian said, his hands sliding down around my sides to stroke up to my big boobs. He gripped them again as he hammered my cunt.

"My gain!" I moaned, treasuring that big dick thrusting in and out of me. "I'm going to explode on that huge dick, Damian!"

"I promised that you would, Mrs. Mitchel!"

I shuddered, loving that he called me that. It made this even hotter. I was such a cheating whore. Damian didn't have to try at all to seduce me. He just had to claim me. He was that much of a stud. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around his cock.

I was so close to cumming. That huge dick pummeled my cunt with hard strokes. His hands squeezed my tits as he drew back his cock, savoring my tight twat gripping his dick. He grunted as he buried back into my juicy pussy.

"Damn, Mrs. Mitchel, you got yourself a hot cunt!" he groaned.

"I do!" I moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, don't stop. I'm so close!"

"Cum, Mrs. Mitchel!" He plowed to the hilt in me. "Cum like a whore beside your husband!"

"Yes!" I howled as that cock drew back. The friction sent me off. I exploded.

My cheating cunt convulsed around his dick. He buried back to the hilt in my snatch, my pussy spasming around him. Suckling at him. His heavy nuts slapped into my bush. I could feel those balls brimming with his cum.

"Erupt in me!" I moaned. "Give me your seed, Damian!"

"Mrs. Mitchel!" he groaned and erupted. "Gonna breed you!"

My orgasm exploded a second time through me as his hot seed splashed against my cervix. He flooded my pussy—my womb—with his cum. I groaned, my cunt spasming around the preacher's hunky son's dick. I loved that hot jizz spurting into me.

My mind drowned in ecstasy. I trembled here, his hands kneading my tits. My husband snored away as my cunt rippled around his cock. I suckled at him, my pussy spasming around his dick. I nursed out all the cum that he had.

My entire body trembled from the wonderful delight of his jizz. The heat swept through me. I groaned, milking out spurt after spurt of his cum. I whimpered and moaned in wordless pleasure as I treasured this rapture.

"Shit, Mrs. Mitchel!" he groaned and spurted the last of his cum into my pussy. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful seed soaking my womb. "Damn, you are mine!"

"Yes!" I gasped. "I'm yours, Damian! Yours!"

I gasped awake, my body drenched in sweat, soaking my nightgown. My husband snored beside me. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:13 AM. A few hours to go before I had to wake up to get ready for church. My entire body quivered. I couldn't believe I just had a sex dream about the preacher's son.

He was so handsome, though. A smile spread on my lips. Well, it was a wet dream. I hadn't had one in two decades, but what was the harm in it? I rolled over on my side, my back to my husband, and closed my eyes, wondering if Damian would make another appearance in my dreams.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my lips, my body buzzing with the bliss of my orgasm.

* * *

Anna Carlyle

I couldn't get that dream out of my mind all through Sunday Service the next morning. It lingered there, my son fucking me right there in church. I kept glancing at the podium where my husband preached from. In my dream, it had been an altar instead. I had been laid out on it, a sacrifice to my son.

And how he had enjoyed his offering.

He was a good boy, Damian. He wouldn't come at me naked and talk like he did. That wasn't him at all. And if I was a good mother, that wouldn't be him ever. I would keep him from becoming like that. I prayed to the Lord during closing prayers just for that.

"Amen," I said with everyone else.

And just like that, service was over. I stood, the auditorium erupting in a buzz of conversation. Everyone was milling around. I smiled at my husband as he came down from the podium. He didn't get far before Ed Mitchel walked up to him and started talking. Then Lance Greene joined them, a tall Black deacon who still wore Jerry curls despite going gray.

"Anna, we need to talk about the potluck next week," Lance's wife, Samantha, said. The ebony-skinned woman came up, her daughter Kourtney trailing behind her. "Who is in charge of what?"

"I thought we'd finalize that at the lady's meeting on Tuesday," I said. I flicked my gaze to Kourtney. "Will your daughter be contributing this time? Her jello was delicious."

Kourtney squirmed. "Maybe, Mrs. Carlyle." She craned her neck like she was searching for something. "I got a meet to get ready for."

Was she looking for my son? He was a tad popular with the girls his age. I had to keep an eye on him and... Where was he?

I spotted him on the far side of the worship hall talking with... Debbie Mitchel. A nervous flutter ran through my heart. He had moaned her name last night when I peeked in on him while he was dreaming. Right after I...

"So we'll figure it all out on Tuesday?" Samantha pressed.

"Of course, of course," I said. "Excuse me. I need a quick word with Debbie."

I pulled away from Samantha and her daughter, making a beeline through the crowd. My son was talking with Debbie, the redheaded woman looking a little... flushed. I wove through the gauntlet, smiling and being as polite as I could, trying not to get ensnared.

"...so wonderful of you to offer to mow the lawn this afternoon," Debbie said, patting my son on the arm. "With Ed's back thrown out, he just can't do it right now."

"Mow the lawn?" I asked, giving my son a pointed look.

"Yeah, I offered to come over and help her out," he said while I noticed that twinkle in Debbie's eyes. That harlot. She wanted a different sort of help. "Just being neighborly, Mom."

"I'm sorry, we have plans this afternoon," I said, giving my son a hard look. I would not let this happen.

"Uh, we do, Mom?" He gave an awkward shrug. "Uh, sorry, Mrs. Mitchel."

"That's fine," said Debbie, shooting me a venomous look.

"Why don't you help your father with putting up the chairs," I said. We needed fewer chairs for evening worship, so the excess was put up.

"Sure," he said and headed off.

I was glad I zipped that in the bud, so I let myself get pulled into conversation with Angélica Espinoza. We were chatting about the upcoming Ladies' Retreat in a few months. A yearly weekend-long bible study with the women of the church. The men had their own retreat. It was then I noticed my son and Debbie heading down a hallway into the back of the church.

What were they doing?

"I would be glad to have you leading a class," I told Angélica. "Just email me an outline, okay."

"Sure, Anna," she said with smiles as I headed after my son.

I could not let this happen. I marched down the hallway, passing the nursery and classrooms. I spotted light drifting out from beneath one of the classroom doors. No one should be in there. I opened the door to my son making out with the married woman.

Their lips were locked, his hands gripping Debbie Mitchel's rump through her dress. He groaned as he squeezed her. She whimpered, kissing him with such passion. Her hands were grabbing at his ass, the married hussy.

"Get your lips off my son!" I hissed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her from my son.

"What?" Debbie said, a look of confusion washing over her face. "I was... I don't... It just..."

I shoved her out of the classroom and closed the door behind me. Then I locked it.

"I won't let you do this," I told him. "I won't! She's married, Damian!"

"Sorry, Mom," Damian said, his cheeks flushed. He looked down, embarrassed. "I don't know what happened. She wanted to talk to me in private, then she just started kissing me. I was so shocked, but she felt... I mean..."

I moved close to him and cupped his face. I stared into his eyes, a wave of incestuous lust rushing through me. "You dreamed about her last night, right?"

"I mean... I..." He swallowed. "Yes, Mom. It's normal, right? Wet dreams?"

"And you dreamed of me, too, didn't you," I said, knowing what I had to do to control him. He was on the cusp.

He looked so frightened as he nodded.

"I know what you need," I said as I sank to the floor and attacked his fly. He gaped at me as I opened his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled down his zipper. I opened his fly. "Your mommy always knows what you need."

"Mom!" he gasped as I pulled out his cock. He was just as big as in my dream. I opened my mouth and engulfed him. "Mom! Holy jeez!"

I would not let him be like his father, fucking any married woman he wanted. I suckled on him hard, nursing on him with passion. He gasped for delight, pleasure crossing his young and handsome face. The awe was just delightful.

I nursed on him, suckling with all my might. I savored the salty flavor of his precum. My tongue swirled around his cock. I bobbed my head, in control of this blowjob unlike in the dream. Damian was still my good boy.

"Oh, jeez, Mom," he groaned. Just like I had stopped him from swearing by washing his mouth out with soap, I would stop him from seducing other women by sucking on his cock.

My pussy clenched.

And by doing more than that.

"Yes, yes, yes," he groaned. "This is so wrong, Mom! What about Dad? Oh, wow, that's good. It's so wrong, so sinful, but... Don't stop."

I popped my mouth off his dick and moaned, "Mommy won't stop until you cum."

"Cum?"

I winked at him. "Don't you worry? Cum in Mommy's mouth. I'll swallow."

I slid my lips back over his cock as he shuddered in delight. He trembled as I suckled on him with all my might. I wanted his cum. I wanted to drain his balls and his lust. I would keep him from going down that path.

My son would be a good man.

I suckled hard on him. I nursed with all my might on his dick. He groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as I suckled on him, holding nothing back. His salty precum swelled in flavor. I knew my son would erupt.

He would dump all his load into my mouth.

"Mom! Mom!"

I loved his gasps and moans.

"This is insane, but... Oh, wow, Mom!"

I swirled my tongue around his cock, savoring the sounds he made. This was such a glorious moment. I was having such a wonderful time sucking on his dick. He was so big. My pussy craved to have him in me.

It had been so long since I had a dick in me.

I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down my son's glorious dick. I reveled in this incestuous moment. I savored this forbidden shaft in my mouth. I worked my lips up and down him, cheeks hollowing as I suckled.

He rose toward his orgasm. His face twisted in delight. I was shocked he lasted this long. He was a virgin. This was his first time. I was sure of it. Dreams didn't count. He groaned, his entire body shuddering. Shaking.

I was so ready for him to erupt.

So eager to swallow all his cum. I suckled with all my might.

"Mom!" Damian gasped. "Yes!"

His cock erupted. All his hot cum spurted into my mouth. This wasn't a dream. I was tasting his salty cum for the first time. I swallowed down that glorious seed. The taboo delight poured down my gullet and warmed my belly. The heat melted down to my pussy. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side.

My son unloaded in my mouth. He had so much cum built up in his balls. He groaned with passion as he spurted blast after blast of cum into my mouth. I loved all that jizz spurting from his dick. It was so delicious. I groaned, nursing down every last drop he had.

And he had more.

"Oh, wow, Mom!" His boyish excitement echoed through the room. "That's it! That's so good!"

I swallowed down spurt after spurt. He shuddered, his hand grabbing a fistful of my blonde hair. He erupted a final time. One last blast of jizz for me to enjoy. I savored the incestuous spunk spilling over my tongue. It was perfect.

"Mom," he panted.

I slid my lips off his cock and moaned, "I won't let you be like your father, fucking any woman you want. I'll take care of your needs."

"Dad fucks other women!" Damian gasped in shock.

"No, you're real father," I said, remembering that stormy night all those years ago when my son was conceived. "The man who cuckolded your dad."

To be continued...