A Mother's Succubus, A Son's Confusion

Mom and I moved into the old house on the edge of town. It was early October and the house needed a lot of work. What was needed was mostly cosmetic. The house was solid. It was very old but very well built. The house looked like something out of a horror novel. It had a reputation for being haunted. That's why it was so underpriced.

Dad dumped mom for his dipshit intern and the divorce was hostile, even brutal. Dad got hosed in the courts and mom had a good chunk of change. She was determined to stretch her dollars as far as she could. So the cheap haunted house at the edge of town was a natural fit.

Dad and his ,eye candy, girlfriend moved to sunny California. I figured they deserved to live in a failed social experiment. I was angry as hell at dad for how he treated mom. I told mom she could always count on me. I promised her I would never leave her like my father did.

I will never understand how dad could leave my mom for a twenty two year old tart. The girl is two years younger than me for Christ's sake. My mom is forty-five and drop dead gorgeous. I am saying this as a man not as a son. If she wasn't my mom, I would actively pursue a relationship with her myself. I know that sounds a little weird, but any man who sees my mom feels the same. She really is that gorgeous.

Mom has long black and gray hair. Her eyes are very dark. Her complexion is pail. She has bright red lips and a thin nose. Her figure is best described as the classic hour glass. She reminds me of the host character Elvira from those awful horror movies that used to come on late nights. However she never dresses like that, but who does?

We were working hard rehabbing the old Victorian mansion when we discovered a very uniquely made Ouija board. It was made from black walnut with gold inlays. The finish was a high gloss shine that indicated the work of a master woodworker. I showed it to mom and she was fascinated by it. We put it away for after the work was done.

Three weeks into the rehab and we were finally getting close to done. We had polished all the wood floors and banisters. We painted everything that needed paint. With all our furniture moved in and the decorating done we were ready to take a break. The house looked incredible.

Halloween night was cold outside, but that didn't stop the trick-or-treaters from ringing the screaming doorbell mom had me install for the occasion. We passed out candy until ten o'clock. Then turned out our porch light like the newspaper suggested. This way all the little ghouls and witches could be accounted for.

There were several, more adult themed, Halloween parties that either or both of us could have attended. Neither of us wanted to. Then mom remembered the Ouija board we found. She got it out and said, "Do we dare tempt fate?"

"Sure mom, why the hell not?" I said. "How does it work?"

She said, "We place our hands on this thing here and ask questions. Then it either spells out the answers or if it's a yes/no question it answers accordingly."

"What kind of questions?" I asked being a smart ass. "Like what's the best way to spice up potato soup?"

"No. Butthole. We ask about spooky stuff. Like, are there any evil spirits in the house?" She said half irritated.

Just then the eye slid over the word yes. Startling both of us. I began to feel very uneasy about the whole thing. I said, "I thought you said our hands are supposed to be on that thing?"

"Oh, it just slid. That doesn't count. We haven't even asked it any questions. Now put your hands on it like this," she said. Showing me the proper technique.

I played along. As I put my hands on it, mom asked, "Are there any spirits here in this house with us?"

The eye started to move. I said, "Mom, you're not supposed to move it."

"I'm not son, I swear," mom said defensively.

"I call bullshit on this mom. I'm just not buying it," I said, trying to sound certain.

Mom said, "Let's just give it a chance and see what it says."

The point of the eye had pointed to S then to O, M, E.

Mom then asked, "Are there any evil spirits here?"

The eye moved over the word yes immediately. I said, "That's it. I want nothing more to do with this hocus pocus bullshit. You're just trying to scare me. Mom it won't work. I don't believe in this kind of crap."

Mom looked hurt. I felt like a heel. I was also just a little scared. I wish I had been terrified. I now wish I had insisted we stop and play a game of chess or poker or tic-tac-toe or something.

Mom said, "You're no fun. Why can't you just play along and humor me awhile? I always wanted to mess around with the occult. It's Halloween for Christ's sake, lighten up."

Mom got up and went to the kitchen and brought back two scotch and sodas. She said, "Here have a drink. Loosen up a little."

I took the drink offered and drank it down. I know it let mom know I was scared but I didn't care. I got up and got me another. I returned with the ice bucket the scotch and the soda. I said as the liquid courage started taking effect, "Ok mom, let's do this thing."

"That's the spirit," she said! "You ask the next question son."

"Alright," I said as I put my hands back on the infernal device, "Are you evil?"

The eye went towards the word yes, then shot over the word no. I thought that was odd. I asked, "Why are you here?"

The eye spelled out (To possess). Mom immediately asked, "To possess who?"

The eye spelled out (Krista). Mom took her hands away from the eye and stood up. She backed away obviously frightened. She looked me in the eyes and in a trembling voice she asked, "Did you do that Christopher? Please tell me you spelled out my name. I'm really scared now if you didn't do that."

"I swear mom it wasn't me," I said. "We shouldn't be playing around with stuff like this mom. It's too damned spooky if you ask me."

I poured mom another drink. She drank it in one gulp. She looked terrified and that started to scare me. I took another drink, and poured us both another.

"We need some music to lighten the mood in here," I said feebly. As I approached the stereo the record player started on it's own. The song was an old Glen Miller tune called in the mood.

Mom got up and grabbed me in a dancing stance. We started to dance. I tried to stop but couldn't. I told mom to stop but she didn't. I tried to talk to mom but it was like she wasn't there. I was full blown terrified.

Then mom said in a strange voice, "After this dance, how would you like to fuck your dear old mommy?"

I tried to pull away from her. My mom was suddenly too strong for me to get away from. She held me tight. Then she leaned in and licked my face. As we twirled around the parlor, she began to undress. Then she said, "If you struggle I'll make you hurt. If you don't satisfy me I'll hurt Krista."

I said, "Leave my mother alone you evil bitch from hell!" All the while my mother's beautiful body is becoming more and more exposed to me.

I couldn't help but notice how voluptuous her body was. I never knew that her pussy was bare. I had never seen the dimples just above her heart shaped ass in the small of her back. I never knew the pinkness of her nipples. Prior to this I had never seen my mother naked before. I felt a stirring in my groin. I tried to suppress it, to no avail. I couldn't keep my penis from becoming engorged. I felt low down and dirty.

Then the demon that possessed my mother said, "You can fuck mommies ass if you want to." Then she laughed hysterically. "I can tell you want to. Don't lie. You're cock is hard for mommy. You will fuck me or you will suffer."

Just then my clothes just fell apart. It was like they just disintegrated. There I stood, naked, hard, in front of my naked gorgeous mom. I couldn't deny the lust in my heart. I kind of didn't want to. Even if I was lusting after my mom's beautiful body, that was not my mom.

Then my mom said in her own voice, "Come on Christopher, it's ok. I have always wanted you. Come make love to me. Be my man. Let me be your woman. We love each other. It's only natural for a son to replace his wayward father."

I felt euphoric. I started towards my mom. I took her in my arms and I started gently kissing her. Then our passion began to wax heavy. We were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues and each other's bodies with our hands and eyes. What a feast my mother's body was to my eyes. The smell of her sex wafted up into my nostrils and made my head swim.

I had to taste her flower. I knelt before the goddess that was my mother and pressed my face into her womanliness. I lapped at the nectar of her flower with an eager tongue. I lip curled like a randy bull. My cock strained against itself. I was harder and more aroused than I had ever been. My cock ached for relief. My mind knew that only my mother could relieve the wanton desire in my body.

I knew this was wrong on every level. However I was totally unable to stop myself. Then I heard a strange voice come from my own mouth. "Suck my cock mother." I said. But it wasn't really me saying it.

As I involuntarily shoved my mother to her knees, I strained to stop myself. I pulled her beautiful face to my throbbing member. I was weeping as I force fed my entire length into my mother's mouth and throat.

My mother gagged horribly on my cock. I began sobbing uncontrollably while I started roughly fucking my dear sweet mother's face. I too was possessed. I was powerless to stop what was happening. I felt so guilty and disgusted at what I was doing to my own mother.

My mother looked up at me in wide eyed terror and tears streaming down her beautiful face. Yet she just kept pace with my every thrust. I screamed as I strained to stop what was happening.

Mom pulled off of my turgid shaft and said, "If you keep resisting I will hurt her bad."

I cried as I gave in and let go of myself. The malevolent spirit that controlled me took over completely. I walked around behind my mom and roughly shoved her head to the floor. I shoved my thumb in her butthole. It was rough. I knew it had to hurt her, I wept.

My mother moaned and growled like some kind of feral animal. She pushed back against my thumb. She said in that strange voice, "Is that all you got? Give me the real thing."

I cried out, "Oh god forgive me." As I mounted my mother's gorgeous ass. In one brutal stroke I was balls deep in her ass. I began pounding her hard with no regard for her comfort. She pushed back hard. The rough dry anal sex was hurting me so I knew it was hurting her.

Mom cried out in pain and I cried in pity for her. We kept slamming into each other like this with no relief in sight. I desperately wanted this to end. How could I treat my own mother so horrifically? What kind of son am I? I cursed that damned Ouija board for unleashing this personal hell on me and my lovely mother.

"Fuck my pussy Christopher," my mother said in the strange voice. Then in her own voice she said, "No Christopher you'll get me pregnant. Please resist." She pleaded.

I felt compelled to pull out of her ass and shove my cock in her pussy. I held on tight to her hips and kept my cock buried in her ass. Then out of my mouth came the other strange voice. "I'm going to make a baby," the demon said!

I clung to my mother's hips for all I was worth. My mom said in her own voice, "Come in my ass Christopher. Spill your seed where it can do no harm." Then in the other voice she shouted, "Give me a child, or I will come back every night until you do!"

I started frantically fucking my mom's ass trying to make myself come and render my cock soft. I pounded in and out as hard and fast as I could. I was determined to keep the demons from getting what they wanted from us.

My mom kept urging me on. "That's it Christopher. Fuck my ass until you come. Keep fucking. It feels good to me now. I like it. You can make me come if you just don't stop."

I think she was lying to me about liking it. She was just trying to get me to come quicker. There is no way this felt good to her. I cried tears of sorrow as I plowed my mother's back forty. I hated myself. I was contemplating suicide as I continued to fuck my loving mother.

Then she started playing with her pussy and moaning. Maybe she really was enjoying it. I started getting into it. The more she moaned and encouraged me the more I liked it and the less guilty I felt.

I could feel my approaching orgasm. I only had to keep up my pace or increase it to finish off. I said, "Mom. I'm close, come with me."

She increased her manipulation of her sex to try and come with me. Her butthole started to spasm and I just lost it. I came deep in her ass. She came as well. We did it. We beat the demons. We stopped their evil plan to use us to breed.

We heard evil roaring throughout the house. A big wind rushed through the parlor the lights flickered off and on. Then peace. They were gone. Mom laid on the floor unconscious. I rushed to her she was breathing normally. I was relieved. I picked her up in my arms and carried her upstairs.

I gently cleaned her body and put her nightgown on her. Then I laid her in her bed and covered her body with warm blankets. I went downstairs and cleaned the parlor. When I was done I put on my pajamas and sat on the chase and cried. What I had done was unforgivable. I knew my soul was damned to hell for all eternity. I carefully wrote out a note addressed to mom.

"Please find a way to forgive me someday. I never will. I am so sorry for not being worthy of your love mom. I do love you. But after what I've done I know that all I deserve is eternity in hell. Love Christopher."

I went upstairs and out onto the landing over the front porch. I placed the rope over my head and tightened it around my neck. I was a split second away from dropping to my death when the landing doors flew open behind me. My mother ran out and grabbed the rope and yanked me back from the precipice.

"Just what the hell are you doing," she shrieked. "What is the meaning of this note? What have you ever done but love me and care for me?" She was crying now and her whole body shuttered. "I just don't understand any of this," she cried.

I felt like a coward. I went to her and tried to hold her.

She shook me off of her and said, "Explain this to me." She held up the note. "What awful thing have you done that warrants suicide?"

"Mom!? You know what I did to you last night! Don't make me relive it. It was a nightmare. I raped you! I am the most evil and vile son in the world. You should hate me! I know I do." I said crying.

"Son, you never laid a finger on me last night. What the hell are you talking about? We played around with that Ouija board and it got a little spooky. Then we danced to some old tunes and had a few drinks and went to bed. That's all that happened last night. You didn't rape anybody." Mom said with absolute certainty.

I became so confused. I looked at my mom and just started crying. She wrapped her arms around me and ushered me back inside. As I passed through the door I glanced at the woods and saw the devil's soul collector.

I don't know how I knew who he was, but I knew. He gave me a look that seemed to say, "I'll catch you later fucker."

We went into the house and downstairs. In the kitchen mom poured us both a cup of coffee. She added a jigger of brandy to each and handed me mine. I took a sip. I looked at mom and said, "It was real mom. I know what I did."

She shook her head. "No Christopher. You had a nightmare is all. I'm not surprised. We polished off a bottle of scotch and half of another between the two of us." She said emphatically. "Don't you think I would know if I had been raped?"

I wasn't at all convinced. I said, "It seemed so real though."

Then mom sat down across from me and took my hands in hers. She looked me in the eyes and said. "I want you to listen to me carefully. I never want to see you try to hurt yourself again. Do you understand me? You can do nothing but hurt me with suicide. I will love you no matter what you do. Even if you did rape me, which you didn't, I would still love you. I would have forgiven you immediately if you had raped me. I love you son nothing can ever change that. Now promise me you will never ever try something like that again. No matter what."

"I promise mom." I said. "I just felt so guilty that I could do something like that. I didn't want to face you knowing the way I abused you last night."

"It was just a dream son. You didn't do anything to me. I am interested to hear how it went though." Mom said.

"I don't think you want to hear about what I think happened last night." I said. "It was horrifying, mom. I think you would get upset if I told you the whole thing."

"I just told you that I will love you no matter what. Now spill it. It will be good for you to get it off your chest." She insisted.

I told her the whole story of what I still believed happened last night. I didn't leave out any details. By the time I was done I was sobbing. I felt just as guilty as I did the night before. Maybe even a little guiltier because as I described the act to her I became aroused again. What the hell was wrong with me? I thought to myself.

My mom got up and came to me. She held my head to her bosom and comforted me. She said, "That doesn't sound to awful bad son. It seems to me you have a slight Oedipus complex and the guilt associated with it is causing you to suffer unrealistically. That mixed with the booze, it's no wonder you thought it was real. To tell you the truth I am a little flattered at how you described me in the telling of your dream."

By now I am starting to doubt the whole thing ever happened. I start to feel better albeit a bit foolish. I was a split second from killing myself over a bad dream. I owed my life to my mom. I hugged her tight to me and said, "I love you mom."

She hugged me back and said, "I love you too son."

After our talk I went back to bed. I was exhausted and emotionally drained. I slept away the day without dreaming.

When I woke I found mom in the parlor playing with the Ouija board. Alarmed I grabbed it from her. "What are you doing," I demanded.

Mom just looked at me and laughed. She said in that strange voice, "I told you I would be back. Are you ready for round two?"

I tried to run but my feet were suddenly stuck to the floor. I looked down and saw my feet and the hardwood were merged together. I screamed in horror. This nightmare is never going to end I thought to my self.

Mom got up and came to me. She slipped out of her dress as she approached. She had no panties or bra on. Her voluptuous figure triggered an immediate response from my groin. I tried to think of anything to suppress my becoming fully erect. Nothing worked. Mom took my penis in her hand and stroked it. Then she bent down and kissed it. I started shouting at her.

"Mom! Don't give in to the demon! Mom! Don't suck my dick! I'm your son! This is wrong! We can't do this! Please stop mom!" I cried.

It was no use. She just couldn't hear me. I was slid across the room with my feet still merged to the floor. I was forcibly sat down on the chase. Mom sauntered over swinging her hips exaggeratedly. She was making a clicking sound with tongue and teeth. Then she lowered her head at my lap. She swung her hair over my rigid member caressing it softly.

Mom started to move rhythmically as she gave me a lap dance. The record player started playing Roxanne by the police. Mom moved to the music. She cupped her breasts and brought them to my face. I tried to push her away. My hands were pulled down to the chase. Just like my feet my hands were merged to the piece of furniture. I couldn't move.

Mom continued her undulations and gyrations. My cock was at full attention. Mom stood on the chase and turned her ass towards my face. She had her feet on either side of my thighs. She reached back and grabbed my head with one hand. She shoved her ass in my face and pulled my head in firmly.