Succubus Master Pt. 03

Part 3: The women around Max stand no chance.

Big thanks to neuroparenthetical for helping edit my story.

Chapter 7

Throughout the night, my mother was plagued by vivid dreams of a strong coupling by someone she wished wasn't there. She wasn't the only one who was having a hard time sleeping. My sister, Liz, also couldn't escape the erotic dreams that plagued her mind. As for me, I had a great night's sleep, with a warm, soft, feminine body pressed right up against mine. Rayna was the perfect woman, for my perfect dreams.

While I was still sleeping the morning away, both women woke up looking worse for wear. My sister decided to go out for a run,, trying to dispel those lingering erotic thoughts from her head. My mother, while she did have a house showing that Saturday, it wasn't until after one. Normally in her free time, she would just lounge around, and catch up on some sleep, but with the erotic dreams she'd been having, sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. Still restless from the night, but not wanting to go back to sleep, she only had one option left: coffee.

She begrudgingly slipped out of her warm, plush bed and shuffled her way to the kitchen. Along the way she passed by my door, and noticed that it was open. Curiosity getting the better of her sleep-deprived brain, she poked her head through the door to see if my mystery girl was still there. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, Rayna had slipped out of my room after Liz had left the house.

Mom was somewhat glad to see me alone in my room, though. She was about to leave, but she stopped to notice the changes to my body. She couldn't help but marvel at my new and improved features: my chiseled pecs; my strong, toned biceps; and my well-defined abs. She couldn't help but compare them to my father's.

One of the things not a lot of people know about my family was that my sister and I come from different fathers. It wasn't like my mother was a slut. Liz's biological father, Jonah, was killed in a plane crash before she was even born. It was due to faulty maintenance, and the airline company was sued for negligence and wrongful death. Because of that, plus the child on the way, my mother received a hefty sum: nearly 20 million dollars' worth.. Add the life insurance policy Jonah had, and my mother had become - and remained - a very well-off woman. I know because I'd helped her with her taxes in preparation for my accounting degree.

She had missed her husband though, who'd been her high school sweetheart. In an attempt to move on, she'd tried to go out and meet some people. That was how my father had come into the picture. I'd asked her more about him, and she'd admitted that it was simply a passionate love affair with someone who was just passing through town. After he'd left, she'd found out that she was pregnant with me.

She had tried to find him though - not for money, since she could comfortably raise two children on her own, but to let him know that he had a son. Unfortunately, he'd been an incredibly hard man to find, mainly due to the fact that she'd only known his name: Maxim Miller. She'd named me after him, just so I might have some sort of connection to him. Still though, no matter how hard she'd tried, she couldn't find him. After a while she gave up. She'd never really dated after my dad, or at least she'd never brought men over to our house. One part of me wanted her to date, but I guess a selfish part wanted her all to myself. Still it, made me wonder if she still had feelings for him.

As my mother stared at me, still thinking about my father, she couldn't help but wonder what else I'd inherited from him. She had said that I had his sandy brown hair, his exact same jawline, and his deep hazel eyes; both my mother and sister sport light brown eyes. That morning, curiosity overwhelmed her, so she began her journey down south. While I was still asleep, my body began to react to my mother's wandering eyes as her gaze drifted lower, then lower still until she spotted movement. My cock, which had shrunken down to its now-default state of eight inches, began to rise. It grew right before my mother's eyes and responded to her desire. Throughout my entire existence, my mother has been keeping a secret - a secret that not even her closest friends or family knew about her. My mother, Cinthia Carter, was a bona fide size queen. It was evident when she saw the outline of my cock, standing twelve-and-a-half inches tall, and girthy as all hell. My mother, losing all sense and reason, lifted the sheets just to confirm what she thought she was looking at.

"My god. He's huge, even bigger than his father," my mother whispered with almost a moan. She had an overwhelming urge to wrap her lips around my cock; she wondered how it would feel to have her lips spread around my hardened shaft. Then she wondered what it would feel like stretching her down below - having her organs being rearranged by my goliath. In complete absentmindness, she began to reach out for my cock. Before she could grab it, though, I shifted in my bed, which in turn broke the spell. Then, faster than the wind, she quickly let go of the sheets and made a beeline for the door.

"What the fuck are you doing? He's your son. He's your boy. Your big strong boy, Your big strong throbbing boy," she ranted to herself. The size of my cock was burned into her memory. Shaking that thought from her head, She shook her head and slapped herself in the face, desperately trying to forget what she'd seen.

"Coffee. I need coffee," she spat out, hurrying to the kitchen. As she approached the kitchen, the sound of sizzling bacon filled her ears. My mother found it strange. I was still asleep, and Liz refused to do anything domestic. When she turned around the corner, all she could do was blink in surprise as she caught sight of a very shapely redhead in my Star Wars T-shirt. Rayna sensed my mother's presence and turned around to greet my her with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Ms. Carter. I hope you don't mind, but I made a little something for all of us," she said as she waved to the small buffet of breakfast food.

"Thank you," my mother said, unsure what to do. Rayna was one step ahead.

"Coffee?"

"Oh yes please," my mother responded as she watched Rayna pour a fresh cup for her. After letting the coffee rest in her hands, my mother finally gathered her wits. "So you must be Max's new girlfriend. Am I right?"

"Oh yes, my apologies. My name is Rayna, and as you can guess, I'm Max's lover."

My mom nearly choked at that. "Oh well. Have you and my Maxxie been together long?" she asked, trying to calm down - trying not to think about Rayna bouncing up and down on my cock.

"Not long, but I must say your son is one of a kind. I am sorry for spending the night without telling you, since it is your house and all. I hope that making you breakfast might make a better impression." Rayna smiled, knowing that if she wanted to stay with me then she needed to sway my mother.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that. My son is twenty-one. I would expect him to have a girl in his life right about now," my mother explained.

"Ya. Well anyway, I don't usually spend the night, but... let's just say, your son has excellent stamina if you know what I mean." Rayna winked at her, knowing full well that my mother did.

"Oh, well, I hope he was a gentleman about it,'' my mother said, slightly embarrassed by the conversation.

"Oh he was... and then he wasn't, in the best way possible." Rayna smiled dreamily at the ceiling. Then she looked back at my mother. "Sorry. I know mothers tend to not talk about their sons' sex lives."

"Ya... well, you seem better than what my daughter brings over," my mom said, trying to change the subject. She told herself it was because the conversation was inappropriate, but really, she was just trying to stop imagining what my cock looked like.

"Really? How so?"

From then on, my mother and Rayna just chatted about my sister's long list of lovers, places they had been, and even what their favorite soap operas were. Another thing Rayna likes about the 21st century is the abundance of TV shows. The more they talked, the more my mother became charmed by Rayna. Soon, she started thinking of her as a friend- hat was, until I came strolling in.

"Hey there, stud," Rayna cooed as she strutted over to me. Once she was right in front of me, she leaned up and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. While she was doing that, her back was to my mother. It allowed Rayna to show my mother the under curves of her round ass. "So I made breakfast for you and your family: eggs over-easy with bacon, sausage, and oatmeal. Dig in and enjoy while I go get dressed."

Rayna scampered off to my room where she would just materialize a new set of clothes for herself. While she pretended to go change, that left me and my mom alone.

"Well, Rayna seems like a nice girl," my mother interjected while trying to avoid having eye contact with me. I find out later why, but at the time I only had speculation that Rayna had said or done something to her..

"She is," I responded to her, sensing the unease within her voice.

"Well, be safe," she said as she got up and rushed to her bedroom. As she left, she stole a glance at my crotch.

After a few moments had passed, Rayna came striding in wearing her punk rock themed outfit. It was almost the same as the las -: fishnet stockings, denim shirt, leather choker - but this time she wore a white tank top, paired with a stylish leather jacket.

"So how was your mom?" she asked innocently, which only drew out my suspicions.

"What did you do?"

"Who, me? Nothing..." she said, feigning innocence, but my eyes told her to cut the crap. "Well, I did kinda go into your mother's mind last night, and kinda implanted some sexy dreams... of you.."

I was about to yell at her, but she was quick on the draw and placed her hand over my mouth.

"Now Master, I know what you are going to say: that it is wrong, that she is your mother, and so on and so on. But you need to know, stuff like that shouldn't matter. I mean it didn't back in the olden days. Mothers would sleep with sons, fathers would be with daughters, and of course, siblings embraced each other. It was the norm back during Adam and Eve's time, but of course, it became frowned upon. Mortals are so stingy when it comes to sex. I say lay with whoever you want to lay with - free love for all, and your mother sure does have a lot of love to give. Especially since she knows you are packing heat."

"What do you mean?" I asked, finally removing her hand from my mouth. I was only greeted by an amused smile.

"I think you should find out on your own. Besides. Ella texted. She said she'll be ready by then. I told her I was with you, and that we would meet her at her place. From there she'll take us to the occult shop in town.

"Now, Master, eat up," she said, handing me a plate full of food.

I pretty much ate breakfast while in the presence of the ever-alluring Rayne. She just sat there as she watched me eat her lovely breakfast - which was incredibly good, by the way. But while on top she looked like the most innocent woman in the world; down below she was anything but. While I ate, she slowly teased the tip of my cock with her elegant feet underneath the table. I managed to stay quiet but groaned inwardly as my cock strained at the seams of my pants. It wanted to get out and taste Rayna's dripping peach, but I couldn't and that was why she was doing it: because even though I wanted to take her right there on the table, I couldn't - not with my mother upstairs. Then I remembered something that Rayna might have forgotten.

I looked at her and told her with a smile, "Good girl, my little devil."

Just like that, a fierce orgasm rushed through her as she hunched over and groaned in pleasure. Then she looked at me with both annoyance and lust.

"Play nice, little devil," I said to her. Upon repeating her trigger word, she groaned. She didn't cum, and her arousal only increased.

"You know, that could get annoying, hmm Master," she purred out. She wasn't actually mad that I'd used my powers. As soon as I was done eating breakfast, me and Rayna cleaned up the kitchen, figuring it would earn points with my mother. Liz returned from her run, but upon seeing me, her cheeks turned bright red and she ran off. I asked Rayna what she'd done to my sister, but that one look from Liz had told me everything I needed to know. Rayna wanted me to bed all the women in my family. While sleeping with my mother might have been a no-go for me, the thought of turning my bitchy sister into my pet kinda thrilled me.

After everything was cleaned or placed in the dishwasher, I sent a text over to El that we were heading over. It was a short trek, being that she was my next-door neighbor. I knocked on her door, even though we did technically have an open-door policy with each other. Once, though, when I had come in without knocking, I'd stumbled upon one of Moria Summers's feminist book club meetings. It had not ended well for me, and I'd received a scornful lecture from her, detailing why a man should always knock. From that point on, I'd always knocked no matter what. It took a long minute, but finally, the door swung open and out came El in her usual casual attire: a sports crop top and jeans. It was her style of choice, and I liked it a lot. The clothes were form-fitting and showed off Ella's amazing body.

As soon as we made eye contact, Ella darted her eyes away.

"So are we ready to go?" she asked, still a bit rattled from yesterday's kiss.

Not wanting to make anything more awkward, I said, "yes," and we made our way to Ella's car. It was a brand new 2020 Toyota Camry, with all the bells and whistles that it could come with. It was a present from her father - though more like an apology. It was an "I'm sorry I was caught with drugs and hookers" car. Ella was still talking to her dad, but she was making him work for it. Once we all piled in the car - Ella and Rayna upfront while I took the back - we made our way to the heart of Morrison.

Chapter 8

"We're here," Ella said as she parked her car in front of the supposed occult bookstore. We all got out of the car; Ella was still avoiding eye contact with me. Luckily, Rayna took the reins and proceeded to drag us through the door. Inside, it was what you would expect an occult shop to be like: black or dark tone wall paint, dark wood furniture, rows and rows of books in various sizes, and display cases with weird and interesting objects, like a real-life skull of a platypus. To me, it looked like more of a novelty shop than an occult or wiccan shop.

"Hello, welcome to The Dark Corner," said a woman behind the counter, who'd stood up when she'd heard the doorbell ring.

"Janice, is that you?" Ella asked in shock.

Janice Miller had been our high school's resident emo student. She'd also been the hottest girl on campus - so much so that she'd been hit on by basically every male student. Unfortunately for them, she'd turned every one of them down. Naturally, there'd been a rumor that she was a lesbian. She had managed to make friends with Ella, since they'd both liked the same books and TV shows. They'd both loved the show Supernatural, but they couldn't agree on which actor was the hottest. Ella had been for Sam, while Janice had been on Team Dean. We'd all thought she was coming to Morrison like the rest of us, but she'd surprised us all by announcing that she was going to study abroad. We hadn't heard from her since; suddenly, she was standing right in front of us.

"El, is that you? It's been so long," Janice said with glee, dropping what she was doing and rushing over to give her friend a hug.

I couldn't help but notice how much she'd changed over the years. Her once-long, inky black hair was cut short, with blue tip highlights streaking through it. She looked like Ruby Rose from Batwoman, with the hair color and style of Scarlet Johanson as Major from Ghost In The Shell. She was a perfect blend of punk and beauty. I saw that she was wearing a blank tank top, which exposed a lot of her pale skin and the deep valley of her D cup chest. It also let me see the full tattoo sleeve on one of her arms. I couldn't make out all the tattoos, but I did recognize the anti-possession tattoo from Supernatural.

"Wow, Janice, you look great. Where have you been? When did you come back?" Ella asked, pestering her with questions.

"I just got back a couple of months ago. As for where I've been: all over Europe. I've been to Britain, Spain, France, Germany, and just about everywhere else on the European continent."

"That sounds amazing. You look amazing. God, it's good to see you," Ella said, completely elated as she hugged her friend tightly.

"It's good to see you too," she grunted out as she tried to break her friend's bear hug. That was when she noticed the other people from the room: mainly Rayna.

"And who might you be?" Janice asked, her eyes lingering over Rayna, a hint of lust in her eyes.

"Oh, you don't remember. This is Max from school, and the person next to him is Rayna. She just moved into town."

"Oh yes, I remember you now. You used to hang out with Tommas, Alex, and El here. Looks like you changed over the years."

I kept my cool when she mentioned change. I still hadn't figured out how to explain to people how my body changed from rolly to fit in less than 24 hours. Luckily, El didn't press the issue. Janice to look at Rayne. Her stare confirmed that she was, at least, more into girls than boys.

"Rayna, right. El said you just moved here. Well, I can confidently say that there is no cozier town."

"Oh I know, I am starting to love it here, and the people. Who would think I would meet such interesting people in less than 48 hours," she said, looking between me, El, and of course Janice. It seemed like she wanted Janice to join the harem that I hadn't even started yet. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted one.

"Well if you want to come meet more people, hit me up. I'll be right here," Janice said, giving her a very beautiful smile. Once the initial interaction was finished, Janice decided to be all business, and asked us why we were there.

"Yes. I came here doing some research on demons, for an art history class, to see how they became a big influence during the Renaissance. I would do it at the school, but their selection is dismal at best."

Once I mentioned I was researching something dealing with the occult, her eyes lit up and she quickly dragged me to the back of the large, open room, where a giant bookshelf stood from wall to wall.

"Well, you came to the right place. You see, I have always been fascinated with witches, vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, and everything supernatural. It was one of the reasons I decided to study in Europe. It's a mecca for occult lore, fabulous art, and rich history. That was how I found all of these books. I picked them up during my travels."

As I looked through the shelves, Jancie went on about her time in Europe: where she'd slept, whom she'd met, the endless string of lovers she'd had - both female and male, as it turned out. She was a free spirited woman, who knew what she wanted and would go out and get it. We also found out that she'd inherited a small fortune from a distant grandmother who'd passed away about a year ago. With her new money, she'd decided to open her occult shop in my hometown. I decided that her shop was quite impressive once I had a second look. She was catering to casual customers, sure - emo kids, goths, and the like - but it seemed like she was trying hard to serve the history buffs too. The books on the shelves ranged from the historical, to the questionable, to the outright fictional. You could buy a serious book about the history of vampire myths, and also the Twilight novels. Aside from books, she also sold merchandise. A small portion of the store was dedicated to blackshirts, graphic Ts, and just about anything else you would find at any local Hot Topic/emo shop. The shop even had a lounging area and a coffee bar - a perfect place for people to come in and just hang out. was where El and Rayna were sitting, discussing more of Rayna's plans for the future.