My Mother the Succubus

And oh, I find exactly what I wanted. How to use my fingers properly. How to use my mouth. How to find my baby's secret, sensitive places, how to caress them, taste them, even hurt them, if that's what she wants. Heat that has nothing to do with the bath is creeping up into my cheeks. I think of the vibrator charging in the other room...

But no. No. I want to keep this hunger in me hot and burning. I want to save it all for her.

When Luna does get home, I've got everything set up. A pumpkin-shaped bowl of candy, pizza rolls in the oven, crackers and cheese, and a plate of fresh fruit. I've poured some wine for myself, and I bought her a bottle of cherry soda. She steps into the room, her eyes raking over the sight of all the food, and of me, sitting in my robe with my bare feet up on the table.

I can see it. That glimmer of need in her. But I pretend not to notice it.

"Hey, Moonie. How was your day?"

"Oh, um... g-good. Sorry I'm late. I wanted to finish all my homework early, so we could..."

"That's alright! Get changed into something comfy. I'll get the movie started."

Luna perks up. "Right! I'll b-be right up!"

She disappears down into the basement, then reappears a few minutes later wearing black pajamas with spiderweb designs running along them. How is she so cute? I pat the spot on the couch next to me and she slinks over, nervously rubbing her hands together. Luna sits down, pretty much as far from me as possible. I smile at her.

"Baby. We're not strangers. Wanna get closer?"

"Oh. Is... t-that okay?"

"Is it okay? It's been forever since we snuggled. I need my Moonie cuddles. C'mere."

I hold up my arm, and Luna snuggles up against my side. I can feel the contours of her slender body through her pajamas as I drape my arm around her. Even through the thin cloth, I can feel that she's frigid. Why is my baby always so cold? I rub my hand over her arm a little, trying to warm her up.

She makes a tiny, subtle noise. A small sigh, a ghost of what I heard last night. Her head ends up resting on my shoulder.

"I missed this," I whisper to her as the movie starts.

"Y-yeah. Me too...I'm sorry I've been so... w-weird lately..."

"It's alright, baby. I understand. I missed you. But always be here when you want me."

"Mmm. I love you, mom..." She whispers it, and goosebumps spread over my skin.

For a little while, we watch the movie in silence. It's the kind of violent, occultish horror movie that Luna absolutely loves. And I swear she picked this one on purpose. It's about a female demon murdering her way through a sorority. The demoness is incredibly pretty, a beautiful young lady in red body paint. I watch her closely, taking notes for my inner succubus.

Then there's a scene where she finally corners one of the girls and slits her throat. Fake blood spurts everywhere, and I yelp in terror. I cannot handle blood, even obviously fake movie blood. I turn away from the screen and bury my face in Luna's chest.

"Mom! It's n-not real..."

"I don't care," I mumble. "Tell me when it's over."

"That was only the f-first kill..."

Soon, our positions on the couch are reversed. I'm clutching Luna like a kid clutching a doll, shaking and jumping every time the demoness pops up. I spend half the movie with my face hidden in Luna's shoulder. She dutifully pats the back of my head, cooing in my ear.

"It's alright. It's almost over..."

By the time the movie finishes, I'm sweaty and shaking. I finish my glass of wine and take a deep breath.

Luna flashes me a guilty look. "S-sorry. Was that too much?"

I give her a shaky smile. "Sweetie, I think I barely made it through that one. And that is one of my favorite things about movie night with you. It's always a ride." I reach out and take her cold, slender hand in mine, squeezing it.

She smiles at me. I notice the way she's squirming in her seat. She must want it. Now that my blood's pumping and my body's loose and warm from the wine, I want it too.

"I-I should probably go, um... go to bed now... I'm still p-pretty tired..." Luna mumbles. Her eyes flick to the ground.

"That sounds just fine, sweetie. You go rest. I'll take care of cleaning up."

We stand, and I hug her. "Goodnight, Moonie."

"Y-yeah... goodnight..."

She pads downstairs. I watch her go. My thoughts drift to dirty places, thinking of the pale, lithe body lurking under her pajamas.

As promised, I finish cleaning. Then I head to my own room to get ready.

Luna's door is cracked, like last night. I pause at the threshold, peering through the gap to admire her. Once again, she's kneeling in front of a circle of candles, naked, pajamas neatly folded next to her. I let my gaze trail down her smooth, slender back, to her butt, to her barely visible petals, which I can see as she bends over the circle to touch her fingers to my photo. My own flower is slick and red-hot where it presses against the bottom part of the costume.

"Please..." she whispers. "Return to me... my queen... mommy..."

She raises her butt up in the air like a tribute, and I can see her flower already blossoming, dripping its dew down her inner thighs.

My inner succubus purrs, and my mouth moistens at the sight. I'm happy to let her take over. I push Luna's door open.

"I promised, didn't I? I'm here for you, darling," I say, my voice dark and sultry.

"M-mommy!"

Luna jumps up and sprints toward me, bare feet slapping against the floor. She throws herself into my arms. I catch her, feeling her cold skin against my own soft, flushed curves. Her mouth finds mine, and we kiss, finally getting to sate the hunger that's been lurking in us all day. First my tongue's in her mouth, then hers is in mine, and then they're swirling together, our tastes mixing into a delicious, addictive flavor.

I pull away and cup my baby's cheek. "So? What do you desire, darling?" I flick my tongue over my lips, staring into Luna's eyes.

She swallows. "My queen... mommy... I um... c-can I..." I can feel her shaking. She's still nervous to confess to me!

"It's alright, baby. Anything you want. Just ask."

"I w-want to taste you. D-down... there..."

Her eyes rake along my body, over the way the costume cups my breasts, over my stomach, down to my crotch, where the costume's bottom is pulled tight against my puffy, freshly shaven lips of my sex.

My baby wants to go down on me!

I was so busy wondering about how to pleasure her that I never considered she might be dreaming of doing the same to me.

"Oh! Baby, you hardly need to ask. What a good girl..."

I kiss her again, then gently coax her downward by the cheek. The inner succubus is guiding me now. Luna's practically putty in my hands. And I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's loving it. She sinks to her knees in front of me, face level with my crotch. I pull the bottom part of the costume aside, exposing myself to her. A thick droplet of my arousal oozes from my folds, and Luna gasps.

"Mommy... you're so..." she can't find the words.

"It's okay, baby. Anything you want to do."

I guide her face closer. Luna's eyes shut. Her mouth opens, tongue extending.

And then my baby brings her lips to my pussy.

She's shy at first, awkward, planting wet, sloppy kisses against my flower. I stroke my fingers through her hair. I'm just happy to see her enjoying me. But then she does this thing, swirling her tongue over my slit and flicking its tip against the swollen pearl of my clit. And I lose control of a second, my body clenching and a throaty gasp escaping my lips.

Luna takes that as encouragement. She starts to tease me with the tip of her tongue. And I can't believe how good this feels. My vibrator doesn't even compare. The hot slickness of my baby's tongue, the quick eager motion of it, the knowledge that it's my precious baby girl doing this to me, not some machine, getting to hear Luna's grunts and gasps as she devours me...

I'm close already.

My hand is on the back of Luna's head, stroking her head.

"Good... g-good girl," I mutter. "You're... doing so good... my darling... ah~"

I grind my hips against my daughter's face, my needy pussy demanding that I don't pull away until I'm satisfied.

But somehow I manage to yank myself away from my daughter. A thin line of wetness, a mixture of her saliva and my own juices, connects her lips to my flower. She looks up at me, eyes wide.

"Did I d-do something wrong?"

"Oh, no. No, darling, you're doing fantastic. But I can't let you have all the fun~. I need to taste you too."

"Y-you want to... do that to me?" Luna sounds like she can hardly believe it.

I hold out my hand and help her to stand. I bring her in and kiss her. And tasting my own flavor on my daughter's tongue has my inner succubus cooing with delight. Luna lets me lead her toward her bed, which has been neatly made, the purple comforter spread over the top and her plush toys of bats, ravens, and ghosts all pushed to one side.

"You were hoping this would happen, weren't you, darling?"

"I just w-wanted to... spend more time with you..."

"Oh, you sweet little thing. You have me all to yourself."

I give her a gentle shove, and Luna falls onto her bed. She lands on her back, legs up in the air, feet near my face. I bend in and give the sole of her right foot a small kiss.

"Awww, baby. You're still so cold."

I bring her feet together, rubbing my thumbs along her soft soles. Luna whimpers, squirming adorably atop her bed. I like that. I shut my eyes and bring my mouth to her feet, tongue swirling over her arches, tasting a mixture of grit and my baby's sweat. Luna is writhing now. I spread her legs, working my hands and my mouth down her calf, then over her inner thigh. Slowly, I approach her sweetness.

"P-please..." she begs me. I can see how drenched she is. And my mouth aches to taste her. But it's so, so fun teasing her.

"Please, what?"

"Please... m-mommy..." Luna cries.

Satisfied, I bring my mouth closer. I sigh, admiring my baby's pretty petals.

Then shamelessly, hungrily, I go down on her.

She oozes like ripe fruit into my mouth, blessing my tongue with her juices. The taste of the wine and sweets from earlier vanishes completely. She blocks all of it out. My Luna's taste. It's acrid, slightly salty, a mixture of sweat and that sweet essence that's uniquely hers. My inner succubus wants more. I want more.

I copy the way she used her tongue on me, stroking it over her slit, finding the small pearl and taking it between my lips. Her legs close around my head, thighs pressing against my cheeks and holding me in place. My nose is full of the scent of her, musky and sweet. I could drink you all day, baby. Give me more, more...

She's trembling. She's crying out "Mommy..." mixed with guttural gasps of pleasure.

I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna make my baby cum.

But then she pushes me away, just like I did to her. I fall backwards onto my butt. And for a moment, the succubus persona falls away completely.

"B-baby? Did I do something wrong?"

Luna is sitting up, chest heaving, sweat slicking her skin. A line of wetness still connects my tongue to her flower.

"N-no," she says. "But, um... I w-want to make you cum this time, mommy..."

I can't help it. I let out a tiny squeal at just how sweet she's being. She's thinking of me! As much as I obsess over her, wanting to feel her, taste her, please her, love her, she's feeling the same things for me.

"Oh, Moonie..." I say. I don't even realize I used her nickname. I stand and take her hands in mine. "Let's cum together, darling."

I pull her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around Luna to cradle my naked daughter against my chest. She rests her head on my breasts, her cheek against the stiff, cheap fake leather of the costume. I can feel her mouth tattooing warm kisses all over the top of my chest, and over the shiny black material of the bra cups.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, my darling?"

"C-can you take this off? I want to... t-to see you..."

My heart trills. My baby wants to see my body! She wants it so badly that she's practically begging for it!

"Anything, darling. I'm here to serve you, remember? Anything you ask of me, I'll do for you."

I pepper her face with soft kisses as I hook my fingers under the straps of the costume's top and pull it back, dragging it downwards along the squishy curves of my body. Luna lets out a throaty groan, and I can feel my daughter's eyes creeping along my front, taking in the sight of my breasts hanging full and motherly against my chest, my stiff dark nipples, the pale ripples of my stomach, and the bare petals of my flower. The costume hits the floor, and besides my shoes and the horns, I'm completely naked. Goosebumps spread over my skin from the cold air, and from Luna's lecherous gaze.

"Is it everything you hoped for, baby?" I ask. I raise my arms over my head, jiggling myself for her like a stripper.

"Oh my G-God. Oh my God. Mommy... you're so... so hot... even better than I imagined..."

I chuckle at that, even as I allowed Luna to draw me toward her. How many long nights has my girl laid down here, writhing in her bed as she fantasized about me? All the times I was missing her, she was here in the basement, probably soaking with sweat, probably touching herself. All to me. She loves me!

And I love her so much in return...

I kneel on her bed, my ass in my daughter's lap. Her mouth is on my neck, trailing blazing wetness down to my collar bone, then to my shoulder, then I feel her tongue swirling over my armpit, drinking my sweat.

Oh, Luna. You little pervert.

Enjoy it, baby.

She huffs and groans like it's the best thing she's ever tasted. But I know what she really wants. She's saving my desert for last.

I guide her face toward my chest. She hardly has to be coaxed. Luna dives into my tits, mouth open, burying her face in them and letting her tongue meet my skin. I cradle the back of her head, patting her hair.

"Good girl. Enjoy yourself, okay? Remember, I'm here to serve you..."

"M-mommy... I luff yu..." she says, her voice muffled by my chest. Her tongue swirls over the swell of my breast, then she takes my nipple into her mouth, whimpering as she sucks on it. At the same time, I feel her slender, spidery hands creeping over my back, heading for my butt. I arch my back, urging her to grab me back there.

My daughter's fingers sink into my ass, gripping me hard. I bite my lip.

"Go ahead," I whisper to Luna. "Smack it."

She pulls her hand back and gives my booty a hard slap, leaving a wonderful stinging mark in the shape of her sweet little hand.

"Mmf!" I grunt, and I shove Luna backward onto the bed. "I love, love, love you darling."

"M-mommy?"

"Sorry, sweetie. I need to cum. You don't mind if I get a little bit aggressive, do you?"

Luna lets out an adorable squeak. "N-no! Aggressive is good. I like that... a l-lot..."

"Oh, Moonie. You are absolutely perfect. I could just... eat you up." I lick my lips.

Luna lets out a tiny "O-oh." Then I pounce on her. I shove her against the bed and pin her underneath my body, my softness against her bony scrawniness. My heat against her cold skin. My mouth on hers. We roll onto one side, then another. Her arms circle me, and our legs tangle together. I can feel her drenched flower smearing my leg. My own presses against her hip. I press my pussy toward hers.

I want to feel her on me.

With a final wet slurp, I slip my tongue from my daughter's mouth. Then I shove her down onto the bed as I rise up onto my knees. I take her skinny little leg in my hands, lifting it up. She yelps as I expose her glistening pussy.

"Ready, darling?" I ask.

Luna's face is flaming red. She knows what I want to do. Of course she does, little pervert.

"N-n-no..." she squeaks. "But... d-do it anyway... p-please..."

That's all I need to hear. I might be as much of a virgin as my daughter is. But the sight of her, so perfect and cute, so needy, so deeply obsessively in love with me, has truly awakened some kind of lesbian sex-monster in me. I know how to touch her like it's a sixth sense.

I slide my fingers down her leg, caressing the bottom of her foot. Luna gasps. I slide in my crotch along her other leg, rubbing my coochie against her knee, then her thigh. Finally, my flower is an inch away from hers, so close that I can feel the heat of her cunt washing over mine. And still I don't bring them together. Not yet.

"Beg for it, darling~" I coo.

"P-please... mommy... I n-need to feel you... I need to c-cum with you so badly..."

"That's my girl," I whisper.

Then I give her exactly what she wants.

I bring the center of my body to Luna's, and the lusty heat of our bodies mingles, my juices flowing onto her thighs and hers staining mine. She buries her fingers in the blankets, arching her back and pressing her hips back against me. I can see tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. We were both already on the edge. Just feeling Luna against me should be enough to make me cum. But somehow, instead of going over the edge, the golden rush of orgasm just builds and builds inside of me.

"M-mommy..."

Luna's sweet voice fills my ears. The smell of her, of her sweat, her musk, her, fills my lungs. I can still taste her sweetness on her tongue. And every delicate curve of her petals is tattooed against my own feminine heat. I drive myself against her, humping her like an animal. Her gasps of pleasure turn into full-on screams. My daughter's shaking, her cunt flooding and staining the sheets. And I can't make myself stop moving.

Am I going too far?

"More... m-mommy... please more..."

"G-good girl..."

Of course I'm not. My baby can handle me.

We lock eyes. Even as tears stream down her cheeks, I can see the desperation in her eyes. She's wanted this for so, so long.

I'll give you everything you want, baby.

I grip Luna's leg, pinning her with the weight of my body, and I grind myself against my daughter like she's a sex toy.

I can tell she's close to cumming. I can feel the thick nectar oozing from her, melding with my own love-slick. We're both covered in each other...

Luna. Luna...

"I love you, baby. I love you. I love you. I l-love... you..."

Even as my orgasm hits me, I don't stop. I let my love pour onto my daughter's center, and I keep my hips moving, smearing it over her body. I throw my head back, and I swear I can hear the succubus in my voice as I let out a throaty, hungry cry of triumph.

Luna collapses against her bed, a squeaking, shaking mess.

I fall over her, sweating, my chest heaving.

And suddenly the succubus is gone, and I'm just a mother holding her beloved little girl.

I wrap Luna in my arms and smother with kisses.

"You did so good. You did so good, baby..."

"G-guh... that was... I-I..."

She can't even get the words out. But she doesn't need to. I hug her, squeezing her against my breasts.

Luna sighs, and she snuggles up against you.

"I love you, mommy..."

"And I love you, darling... Moonie..."

We lock eyes. And she gives me this smile. The smile of a girl confessing to her crush. The smile of a woman looking at the mother who's been beside her all her life. The smile of a daughter who's happy to be praised.

I stroke my hand along her hair, then pull her against me again, holding her tightly until both of us have started to catch our breath.

Eventually, my hips start to ache. Scissoring is rough, as it turns out. I've been skipping too many of my pilates classes lately.