Succubus Coed 03: Daughter
She's an independent woman
Thanks to my editor kenjisato. Also, to LanguageTool. Combined, they put me right. Any problems left all belong to me.
Let the horror return.
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This weekend will be our daughter's eighteenth birthday. I wasn't supposed to be able to have children the normal way, anymore, but I figured out a loophole. Since my spirit would prevent conception, I had to find a way to conceive with my spirit absent. So, Terry and I took a vacation to DC. We stayed downtown, and stayed in a nice hotel for two months. The first several days, I managed to have sex with the help, and used my influence to get them to ignore my barely-breathing body when they saw it. Terry would have sex with me, often while the help came.
When we had them trained to expect this; I then left my body. To maintain my energy, I would feed off the people in the hotel, and nearby places. That's why I wanted a heavily populated area. Terry fucked me often, and I shared some of the energy I was receiving with him, so he could sex me a dozen times a day. Without my spirit, my body reacted with instinctive sex when Terry did me.
When two months had passed, I returned to my body. It felt strange, but after a few days, I was back to normal, and best of all, I tested pregnant. The last few days, I made the rounds of the hotel staff, so they were sure I was okay. Nine months later, I gave birth, and Richard Julie Thomson was born. She was named with my dad's middle name, and Terry's mother's middle name. I told Terry that I wanted to honor dad, since he raised me, so he allowed the name. But we called her Julie most of the time. About the only odd thing was that she continued to suckle until she was four.
We brought her up, and she was a girly girl, into unicorns, faeries, and other such cute things. By the time she was ten, we were letting her decide what clothes to buy. When puberty hit, her clothing preferences changed. We were strict about what she wore outside of the house.
When she was sixteen, her clothing became more like mine. Terry and I talked about it, and decided she was old enough to make her own choices. But now, she was about to turn eighteen. She was clearly looking forward to having all her friends over for her birthday.
Finally, the time came for the party, and Julie had just come from her room after a long bath. She looked smoking, and Terry and I gave her our presents. As Terry and I went out for the rest of the day, he said, "Did you see what she was wearing?"
"Yes. Quite provocative."
"When she hugged you with that microskirt, she lifted her legs, and from the side, I saw she wasn't wearing underwear."
"And her crop top was showing a lot of underboob. I bet if she lifts her arms, her nipples show."
"... I think you're right. Think she'll still be a virgin when we get back?"
"I doubt it. Hopefully, we've instilled her with enough sense to use condoms. She knows where I keep a stock."
We had a nice tour of the local museum, then dinner, and finally a movie, before we came home. As expected, everyone was gone, and the place was a mess, but we found Julie watching a movie. What surprised us was that she no longer had her top on.
"We're back."
She jumped up, her D-cup breasts bouncing, and ran to us, and hugged us, saying, "This was the best birthday ever."
Terry said, "Julie, your top."
"I don't care if, or who sees them. I think they're lovely. Don't you?" She then grabbed them and lifted them to present them to us.
I said, "Yes, dear. But if you show them off all the time, you'll get a reputation. However, I see a big mess here. You shouldn't leave this big mess for the help."
She pouted, and said, "Yes, mom."
Terry said, "Julie, you know who's responsible, and it's not your mom."
She sighed, and said, "I do, dad. Okay, I'll clean up."
We said goodnight, and went to bed for some slow sex, since we had the time. In the morning, with both of us naked, I was grinding on Terry, when suddenly Julie came in without knocking. The only reason she could not see Terry's dick was because he was deep inside me. I'm just glad I hadn't shifted to another form when it happened.
Terry said, "Julie, what have we said about knocking before entering?"
She just climbed onto the bed next to us, and she was wearing a lacy teddy that let her nipples poke through, and it was designed to show off her panties. However, she wasn't wearing any, so we could both see her pussy.
"If I had knocked, you would have stopped having sex, and would have hid under the covers. I'm old enough now for sex, and I want mom to teach me everything, and dad, I want to practice on that twelve-inch dick you have."
Terry looked shocked, so I said, "Julie, dear, that's incest. Not something you should be doing."
"Yeah, right. I'm not stupid, and I can add two plus two when we have family over. Besides, I'm a succubus."
Now, I was in shock. Terry, however, had recovered by then, and said, "How do you know this?"
"I got curious, and I found the book."
I said, "What book?"
"That one you keep hidden in the toolbox in dad's closet. Look what I can do." She grabbed the hem of her teddy and whipped it over her head, leaving her nude. Then she started playing with her clit, and it grew, and grew, and grew. Finally, it was nine inches long.
I said, "My god, you are a succubus."
Terry asked, "What else can you do?"
"This, but I need to orgasm first." She then started wanking with her clit, and when she came, she reached for her head and lifted. It came off. She placed it on the bed between us, looking up, and she said, "Just like the book said."
"... I can't do that. Where did the book say that?"
Her body got off the bed, and went to the closet, and pulled out the toolbox, then got the book. Standing next to the bed, her body leaned over and presented the book to her head, and she flipped the pages until she found it. Then she handed the book to me, pointing out the passage.
It said, "... after sufficient investment of sexual energy, you can achieve magical effects, such as detachment of body parts for a time."
"Oh my god. You are a succubus. I bet you got a lot at yesterday's orgy."
"Mom, we didn't have an orgy."
Terry said, "But that microskirt practically revealed your pussy when standing. No way they didn't see it when you sat. And your top. You weren't wearing it when we got home. Surely they saw."
"Oh, they saw, and I let them play with my breasts, but I only let them look at my pussy."
"But why?"