My Mother the Succubus

I hate to do it. But I pull myself away from Luna.

She clings to me.

"W-wait. Do you have to go?"

"You've only summoned me for the night, my darling. My contract is fulfilled."

"B-but..." Luna looks into my eyes, her lips pouting. And I can read the question in her eyes. Why can't I stay with her? We both know what this is.

I touch her chin and smile at her.

"But there's nothing stopping you from summoning me tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after..."

Luna smiles, and she leans her face against my hand. "Right. Yeah. I'll... s-see you tomorrow. Mommy."

"Until then. My darling."

I wake up feeling more sore than I've ever felt in my entire life.

And yet oh, do I feel amazing. I practically spring out of bed, my body suffused by a light, airy feeling. It's like there's something red-hot and golden burning at the center of me. And the second I pause and pull some air into my lungs, I'm thinking of her.

Luna...

I pull on a robe, run my fingers through my hair, then step out into the kitchen.

Like yesterday, she's standing over the stove. And this time, I smell cinnamon! Luna turns to me, her cheeks pink, and points to a Pyrex pan freshly removed from the oven.

"Um... I t-think I didn't screw them up this time?"

"Oh, baby, they look amazing!"

And indeed they are.

We sit down to breakfast together. Outside, the sky is pale and silvery gray. The whole world looks kind of desaturated, and I can tell it's cold outside. Orange and brown leaves are pouring down from the trees, blowing in waves along the ground.

But inside, Luna and I are together. It's a Saturday, so there's nothing to break us apart. I let myself bask in the warmth of the kitchen, smelling the cinnamon rolls and just admiring my daughter. She's wearing the same pajamas as last night, and her hair's still a bushy mess. I can see smears of my lipstick on her mouth, on her neck... and I bet there are some on other parts of her body too. My inner succubus stirs to life at the thought, but I tell her to relax. Right now, I want to enjoy this moment as Luna's mother, not her lover.

My daughter lifts her head. She gives me a look, a wide-eyed, slightly blushy one that tells me she's thinking the same thing.

I smile at her. She smiles back.

"Mom?" she says. "You've got a bit of, uh..." She mimes wiping something off the corner of her mouth.

I touch my finger to my lips. It comes away with a tiny dot of icing on its tip. I can feel heat creeping into my cheeks, but I just give Luna a coy look.

"Sorry, baby. They were really good, though."

"Oh. T-thanks, mommy... I-I mean, mom."

I chuckle at that. "Can you help me out? My hands are all messy." I point to my cheek.

Luna jolts upright in her chair. "Y-yeah! Sure..." She stands, shuffles awkwardly over to my side of the table, then presses her hand to my cheek, wiping the icing away. She raises her finger to her lips, then licks the icing off, her wet pink tongue dancing over her fingers.

We hold eye contact a moment longer. Oh, I could ravage her here. I could, I could...

But no. I'm her mom. The other part comes later.

I stand up and rest my hand on Luna's shoulder. I can't ignore the way she leans into me. She wants to be close.

"So, baby? Anything you want to do today? I was thinking, since we've got a weekend together..."

Luna looks up at me, still holding her finger in her mouth. "M-maybe we could, um... j-just stay in? And watch movies together? Or... anything, really... I just w-wanna spend time with you..."

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Moonie."

Our day together is perfect. We put on a cartoon series she likes, one with tiny ghosts dancing and singing songs. I don't really get it, but it doesn't scare me, so I'm happy to lounge on the couch with my daughter. She's so lovey-dovey it's almost hard to handle. For the first hour, we cuddle, me holding her in my lap like she's a giant, skinny Teddy Bear.

When the afternoon rolls around, she offers to give me a massage. I practically scream, I'm so thrilled. I let her start with her feet, then work up my legs to my hips. I needed it, to. After last night, my body is beat.

And all the while, that dark desire for her is bubbling under the surface. But I have to wait. Until the treacherous sun goes down, I can only be her mom. I won't let myself poison this beautiful thing that Luna and I have together.

But under cover of night, I'll defile her like there's no tomorrow.

Oh, I can't wait to taste my sweet girl again...

Finally! Finally, finally, finally. The sun is sinking outside, turning the sky to a burnished red. The trees are skeletal black shadows against the sunset, and my blood is starting to course hot and lusty in my veins.

"Um, baby?" I ask Luna. "Any plans for the evening?"

Luna perks up, mouth opening like she's about to say something. But she hesitates and ends up fidgeting with her sweater. "Actually, um, t-there's a Halloween parade going on downtown. I was p-planning to go with someone."

A cold, icy dagger slips into my heart. "O-oh," I say. "That's... that's great, sweetie!" I force a smile. "Who's taking you?"

"Um, well, it's k-kind of a secret," Luna says. "I've only been seeing her for a few nights, but... I r-really love her. I'm hoping she'll meet me there tonight."

She looks right at me.

Oh.

My baby is such a charmer!

I reach out and wrap my arms around Luna, hugging her against my chest. "I'm sure she will! How could anyone resist you, Moonie?"

***

"Have a good time, baby!"

Luna walks away from the car. She pauses briefly, turns, and waves at me. I wave back. And I hold her gaze, smiling at her.

She turns and shuffles away, but not before I see the pink in her cheeks.

I'm parked on a side street. The main thoroughfare, though, is crowded with hundreds of people walking by. It's late at night now, the sky black and studded with stars. I only see adults, dressed in showy, daring costumes. Witches showing plenty of thigh, devils showing cleavage, nurses with tiny skirts, costumes that hide hardly anything at all...

It's a gorgeous sight.

And I can't wait to join them.

As Luna starts to vanish into the crowd, I duck down into the shadowy safety of my car. Then I begin to change. I strip out of my jeans, tossing them onto the passenger seat, followed by my sweatshirt. My blouse joins them, then my underwear. Naked, I stretch out in my car, running my fingers along my inner thighs, gently teasing my flower and coaxing its dew to flow.

For tonight, I have a different costume in mind. I open the car's center console and pull out a roll of black tape and a small, shrinkwrapped package.

While Luna and I were driving over here, I stopped at a strip mall and walked into a tiny, dark boutique, where they sell stuff like this for women who enjoy it. She pretended not to know what was going on the entire time, eyes on the floor while she sweated and fidgeted in her seat.

I unwrap the package. A floppy, black silicone phallus flops into my hands. Its shape is unlike anything that exists in nature: long, ribbed, and thick, the perfect kind of appendage for a succubus queen who wants to blow her summoner's mind. It's attached to a complicated apparatus of black straps. I have to fumble with the harness for almost ten minutes before the thing is properly attached to my naked crotch, its base rubbing pleasantly against my pussy.

I take the roll of tape and peel off a few small strips, which I stretch over my breasts, hiding my nipples under shiny black X's. It's a little itchy, and the adhesive makes my skin tingle. But the feeling isn't bad...

I tug a pair of black mesh stockings over my legs, then slip my feet out of the plain flats I was wearing, and into a pair of severe four-inch heels.

And of course I slip a pair of plastic horns onto my head.

I feel filthy. Sexy. I can't wait to give myself to her.

I open the car door and step out, feeling the fall air bite into my skin. As cold as it is, it only makes the heat lurking under my skin intensify.

I strut toward the main street, swinging my hips, the rubber toy dangling between my thighs. And as I join the throngs of Halloween partiers, I hear shouts all around me. Girls are screaming for me to ravage them. I smile, blow kisses, relishing the feeling of being a succubus among human beings. But I don't want any of them. I only want one girl.

And it isn't long before I find her.

Luna is lingering under a streetlamp. She looks gorgeous, dressed in a thick black sweater that hands loose on her slender form, along with a pair of ripped jeans that she's had for years now. As I walk toward her, she starts down the street, and I keep pace with her. She turns suddenly, and I follow her down a gravel path. Up ahead, a fence looms in the distance, plastered with KEEP OUT signs.

Luna pushes through a gap in the fence. I follow, stepping gingerly so that I don't scratch my mostly naked body.

Past the fence, I step into a wide plot of land. It's barren and dead, with skeletal trees hanging over a yard full of crumbling graves. An old, forlorn church stands at one corner of the property. Everything is hung with moonlight and thick shadow.

And in the middle of the field, Luna kneels, hands clasped before her. I can hear her whispering on the wind.

"My queen... mommy... please... hear my—"

"I'm here, baby," I whisper.

Luna hears me. She whips her head around. Her eyes catch a glimpse of the massive thing dangling from my crotch, and she freezes.

"M-my queen. You came."

"I wouldn't forget you, my darling," I say. I walk toward her slowly, savoring every step, relishing the needy way my baby is looking at me.

"Y-you look... amazing... m-mommy..."

"Oh? You noticed?" I ask. I strike a pose, copying something I saw when I was googling horny lesbian pictures to impress her. I stick my hips out, bending at the waist to let my breasts hang and swing. The rubber cock bounces against my thigh. "I'm delighted, darling. After all, it's all for you."

Luna's legs wobble, and she puts her hand against a gravestone to support herself. I close the distance between us and kiss her, tasting the deep, dark sweetness of her mouth. My hands go to the hem of her shirt, and I lift it up. She obliges, wriggling out of it. Underneath, she isn't wearing a bra, and her skinny chest is bare and milky in the moonlight. I can see her nipples, small pink things stiff and erect. I press my hand to her chest. As always, she's freezing cold, and I'm happy to feel my body heat bleeding into my daughter, filling her up with me.

My hands and hers end up on the hem of her jeans, forcing them down her skinny legs. And then I push her up against the grave. Her bare ass presses right against the rough stone, and she wraps her legs around me. Her panties are drenched, and I yank them down her legs. Finally, my baby's naked.

I grab her and kiss her, pressing the toy up against her needy slit.

But she doesn't let me in. Not yet. She pushes me away.

"M-mommy... mom. Wait."

"Baby?"

When I see the hesitation in Luna's eyes, I feel a brief, icy second of fear. What if this all ends? What if she snaps back to her senses and realizes just how wrong all of this is?

But she doesn't push me any further. Instead, she touches my face. I close my eyes, leaning into my daughter's cold, soft palm. Her hand slides up my face, fingers finding one of my plastic horns. And she pushes them off.

"I w-want it to be you... tonight..." she says to me. "You're the one I love."

"Baby," I try to say, but my throat is too tight to get the words out. "Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah. Every other night, you can be her... the s-succubus... I love that part of you... but I want to feel you... you..."

"Moonie. Baby, come here..."

I pull her in, kissing her like a mother, smothering her face with loving, precious pecks. But I can't resist my girl for long. Soon our mouths are opening together, tongues trading thick draughts of our lust.

I brace Luna up against the tombstone. She holds me close, legs wrapped around my hips.

She's flowing. More than ever before. This is what she wants, isn't it? I'm what she wants.

Then she'll have me. I'll give her every last bit of myself.

"Oh, baby... Moonie, I love you..." I coo into my daughter's ear. I gently place my teeth against her neck, not quite biting her, but holding her in place with my teeth as I swirl the tip of my strap against her slit. It only takes a few seconds before it's dripping with her essence. She's ready for me.

She's been ready for me for a long time now, hasn't she?

I start to push into her, slowly. I won't let myself hurt her. But she takes me in gladly. Her hands rake down my back, leaving hot lines along my skin. She grabs my butt and pulls me in, forcing me deeper.

"M-mom... why are you..."

"Why am I what... baby...?"I gasp.

"D-don't... d-don't worry about me..." Luna breathes. "F-fuck me... however you want... p-please use me... I w-want... oh my God... I w-w-want this so bad..."

"Baby. Baby. If you talk to me like that..."

"It's okay. D-do anything... do anything you want... mmm!"

I hilt the toy inside of her. Luna practically melts against me, whimpering and drooling.

"Yes! Y-yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.... f-fuck me mommy, fuck me..."

I'm getting the feeling she's been fantasizing about this a lot. So I guess it's time to make it even better than her fantasies.

I shove her back against the grave, pressing my daughter's cold, delicate body into the stone. I don't want to hurt her. But if she wants it rough... I have to give it to her a little rough, right? I shove my tongue down Luna's throat, hands sinking into her hips as I drive myself into her. It's an unusual feeling, pushing myself into someone else like this.

But the inner succubus loves it.

And I have Luna's cries of pleasure to guide me. I can feel her essence sliding down the toy and slicking my own legs.

"Good, baby?" I pant into her ear.

"G-gyaaahh!" she cries back.

She buries her fingers in my hair and brings my mouth to hers. I'm happy to kiss her. No matter what other pleasures we experience together, I just want to feel near her. Fucking her, kissing her, holding her... I just want to love you, baby.

I feel her clenching around me, her skinny body trembling my arms. I squeeze her against my chest, warming her up with my breasts, my hands, my mouth. My shuddering daughter sinks to her knees, until the slicked toy is level with her face. I press it toward her mouth.

And she actually parts her lips. She takes the silicone demon-cock, still dripping with her own sweetness, between her lips.

The base of the strap is heavy against my pussy. I press myself against it, and I end up forcing the toy to the back of Luna's throat. She lets it down her gullet, gasping and gagging. And her eyes stay focused on my face the entire time, shimmering with tears, brimming with her love. I cup my girl's face.

"Oh, baby. Good girl... good girl..."

I pump myself between her lips, letting her spit pour over the toy until it trickles onto my thighs. Luna's eyes roll back in her head. I can hear thick, slurping gluck-gluck sounds burbling from her throat.

I pull out. I don't want to hurt my girl.

Instead, I take her by the hand, I help her to stand. My baby's face is a mess of tears, spit, and sweat. And I don't think she's ever looked more gorgeous to me.

I pull her close, kiss her, wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"How do you feel, baby?" I ask, cradling her face against my shoulder?

"R-really good. You're p-pretty good with that... mommy..."

"Aww. I'm trying, baby. Are you ready for more? Or have you had enou—"

"More. More more more. P-please. Please more," Luna begs.

I grin at her. "Well. If you ask like that. I can't say no to my special girl..."

I kiss Luna again. Or maybe she's kissing me. It's hard to tell anymore. My inner succubus and her desperate, needy self are dancing a dance neither of us can control. I shove her against an old willow tree, licking along her cheeks and her neck. Then I'm flipping her around, finding her drenched slit with my hands and sliding the toy inside of her.

Luna cries out. No, she screams. And I don't stop. I shove myself into her, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to leave a bruise. I'll admit... I'm not a perfect mother. I don't just want to please her. I want to cum too. Each time the toy slides into her, it grinds against my pussy, coaxing me towards a desperately needed climax.

My daughter's drooling, shuddering, the sweat on her skin opalescent in the moonlight. But I still need to cum.

I want to cum with her.

"Mommy... I c-can't... a-ah!"

I know I'm ruining her, destroying her. And I can't help it. I love her so much. I need you, Moonie. Please, let me... let me..."

She throws her hips back, pressing against me.

"C-cum with me... mommy..."

"Baby..."

Nothing can compare to her voice. Her sweet need for me. Her.

I love her.

I grab Luna, and we fall to the ground together. I end up atop her, pressing myself into her center. My nose is inches from hers.

We look at one another. A succubus with her mistress. A mother with her daughter. A pair of lovers.

We kiss.

I press into her.

And we cum. But more than cumming, we hold one another. We taste each other. And our bodies make a promise, a bond, to never be apart.

It's a proper Halloween night. The full moon is high in the sky, pouring silver light over the streets, the knots of partiers, the people partying in costume.

And it shines on us. Luna and I are walking arm-in-arm, drenched in one another. She's walking with her head on my shoulder, looking up at the sky.

I've replaced the horns on my head. Once again, I'm her succubus queen. Her dark mistress.

Luna looks happy. Happier than I've seen her in a long time.

"Tonight was... I m-mean... every night with you is great..." she gushes.

"Of course, my darling," I say to her. "I live to serve you."

"Y-yeah," she laughs. "But I mean... my mom, too. I'm lucky to have her. I love her a lot. What other woman would... would accept a disgusting girl like me? And do everything to m-make me happy?"

"Any woman would be lucky to have a daughter like you," I say to her. "I'll admit, I'm falling in love with you more and more. Your mother is a lucky woman."

"I think I'm the lucky one..." Luna whispered. "To have her."

"Maybe you're both lucky. She gets you, you get her. Forever."

"O-oh! Yeah. The two of us. Forever."

We laugh. Then I lean in and share a kiss with her.

And we walk home, to be a mother and her daughter, a succubus and mistress, whatever we want to be.