MILF Teacher Falls the Incubus
Mrs. Anna Carlyle
I sat in the back of Debbie Mitchel's SUV, my legs spread wide. I wore only a borrowed nightshirt that left my legs bare. My son Damian's cum leaked out of my pussy. I felt so good. Debbie and I had just dropped him and her daughter Alyta off at Rainier Christian College.
The SUV was parked nearby. Just on the side of the road. Debbie put the vehicle into park and crawled back over the center console. It was so spacious in the SUV, so she had no problem kneeling before me and stroking my legs, lust burning in her eyes.
Like me, she had been claimed by my son's incubal powers. We were thralls to him, cuckolding our husbands with this hunk. It was important that we kept him from claiming any more women. Sadly, neither of us could be with him at school.
But Alyta could be. She was claimed by him, too. His age. His new girlfriend. She would keep an eye on him at school. She would fuck him and keep him satiated until he could get back to us and we could satiate him with our mature bodies.
"Mmm," Debbie purred, her red hair spilling around her flushed cheeks. Her green eyes burned with her lust for my son's cum even if it was in my pussy.
She buried her face into my snatch. I gasped as my fellow slut-wife licked at me. My back arched as her tongue stroked through my petals. I whimpered, my face twisting in delight. I used to be such a good woman before the devil knocked at my door. Before he took me before my husband and turned the preacher I married into a cuckold.
How I had reveled in the debauchery that night, and nine months later, Damian arrived. Now he was fully awaken to his heritage. I had to control him. Keep his sin from spreading as much as I could. It was so much fun to do that.
"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped as Debbie licked at me. She lapped at me with all that she had. She stroked her tongue through my folds. "Oh, my, that's so good."
She purred in delight as she licked at me again, gathering up the cum leaking out of me. Her tongue felt so good stroking through my flesh. She made me quiver in delight. I loved what she did to me. My eyes rolled back in my head.
She lapped at me while moaning her delight. Debbie stroked through my petals and brushed my clit again. And again. It was wondrous to have her doing that. I tossed my head. My eyes squeezed shut. It was so good to have her doing that. I loved it.
"Oh, that's so good," she moaned and licked up my slit again.
"Yes," I moaned, quivering in the bucket seat. My breasts pressed against the borrowed nightshirt, my nipples aching. "Lick me clean."
"Of every drop. Damian's cum is precious."
"Yes!" I squealed as she thrust her tongue into my pussy.
Debbie swirled her tongue around in my cum-filled snatch, mixing up the juices with my son's seed. I loved her doing that. She stroked my pussy walls, sending delight rushing through me. She was such a wicked woman. She scooped the cum out of my twat.
It was a wicked delight to have her doing that. I tossed my head, my entire body quivering with the delight of this moment. She plunged her tongue into me. It was amazing having her doing that. She scooped out his cum and went in for more.
I squirmed in the seat, savoring what she did to me. Her lips massaged my pussy folds. That felt incredible. I whimpered, my face twisting in delight as my orgasm grew in me. Everything she did to me, every caress of her lips, drove me wild.
"Oh, oh, that's so good," I whimpered. "You're driving me wild."
"Good," she purred and thrust her tongue into my snatch again. She plunged it deep into me and wiggled around.
I shuddered as her tongue curled and stroked along the top of my pussy to pull out my son's jizz. She stroked over this wonderful spot that burst with delight. I arched my back, my boobs bouncing beneath the nightshirt.
"All gone," she moaned and attacked my clit.
"Debbie!" I squealed as she did that. My head tossed from side to side as she stroked over my bud. She drove me wild was she did that. I groaned, my fingers gripping the armrest. "Oh, oh, you're such a wicked woman. You're going to make me cum!"
"Mmm, that's the point," she moaned and nibbled on my clit with her soft lips.
I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head. The pressure in my pussy climbed toward the bursting point as she suckled on me. She stroked her tongue around it. I shuddered, loving what she did to me. It was a delight to have her do that. I moaned as she suckled hard.
I burst into rapture, squealing, "Debbie!"
I bucked in the seat, my pussy juices gushing out of me and drowning her. She licked and lapped at me. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I loved her doing that. It felt amazing having her lick me like that. I shuddered through every last second of that delight.
It was glorious. Wondrous. I shuddered, enjoying myself immensely. I quivered through all that rapture as she licked at me. Debbie moaned into my snatch as she lapped up the cream that spilled from me. She gathered it up, the naughty slut.
"Debbie!" I moaned as her tongue stroked through my folds.
"Mmm," she purred.
Cumming was always glorious. The rapture swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I shuddered, hitting that peak of my bliss. Her tongue stroked me as I crested over the rise and panted, the bliss fading from me as I sat here.
"Oh, oh, that's amazing," I moaned. "Mmm, you really drove me wild with that one. Wow."
"Mmm, it was," she said. "Now we just have to come up with ways to keep your son from straying. I hope Alyta is up to it, but there's plenty of time he's not at school."
I nodded as she rose and cupped my face. She kissed me like we were lovers. Well, we were. We were Damian's. He owned us both, and he loved watching us revel together. I kissed her soft lips with passion, my heart pounding.
"Let's go back to my place and brainstorm," I told her. "I think my bed has plenty of room for that. What do you think?"
She crawled back over the center console with eagerness.
* * *
Mrs. Samantha Greene
Damian walked into my classroom holding Alyta's hand. Where they dating? That lucky, little girl. To hold his hand. To be his girlfriend. His lover. I bet she was sucking his dick. Just gulping down his cum like a little harlot. She looked so innocent, but I knew that was a lie.
She rode his cock. My pussy clenched as the dream from last night burned through me. I wanted to ride Damian's dick. I wanted the preacher's son in me. I knew it was wrong. I quivered here, my juices soaking my bush and dripping down my thighs beneath my skirt.
I didn't wear panties. Just like I hadn't in my dream. There was a part of me that hoped Damian would just claim me in the middle of class like I had dreamed of him doing. My entire body blazed hot. I was a married woman. A good, Christian woman. I knew the Lord wouldn't allow me to be tempted by more than I could handle, but...
He was so hunky. My lusts burned in me. Was this a demonic attack? Spiritual warfare? It had to be, but... but... I just wanted to be his whore again. I wanted to cum like I had in my dreams while lying beside my husband. I had never experienced anything like that from my husband Lance.
Not one bit.
That White boy was just so exciting. I wanted his hands running over my ebony skin. I craved for him to do things to me. That would be so wild. He would make me howl while caressing me with his pale hands. Vanilla and chocolate swirled together. It would be delicious.
Damian guided Alyta to her seat before he broke away from her and marched up to me. Alyta shot an anxious look before glaring at me. She was already jealous as he stopped before me. So tall with his powerful, blue eyes and his dark hair. So tall, too.
"Ready for the next lesson?" he asked.
My eyes widened. My knees buckled. I nearly collapsed as he grinned at me. How could he know about the dream? He did. My pussy clenched, burning even hotter as he turned around and headed back to his seat beside Alyta. He sank down and winked at me.
My twat blazed so hot. I fanned my face as I struggled to gather myself. I had a class to teach. A lecture on English to deliver, and yet all I could think about was Damian. That boy had filled me with such lust. He knew about my dream. Knew I burned for him. That I wanted to cheat on my husband.
Cuckold him.
I craved the preacher's hunky son. I drew in a deep breath and began my lesson. It was so hard to focus. I felt so ill-prepared. Damian watched me the entire time, that hungry smile on his lips. A wolf taking his time to pounce on his prey.
I wanted him to pounce on me so badly.
* * *
Alyta Mitchel
I did not like Damian going up to talk to Mrs. Greene, nor the way the Black teacher kept glancing at him. He watched her like a wolf. She was a beautiful woman with her ebony skin and curvy body. She dressed modestly, but that didn't mean her hips or bosom was hidden fully.
It worried me that he would try to seduce her. Mom and Mrs. Carlyle had made it my mission to keep Damian from straying. I had to be wily and seductive. I couldn't let this happen. When class ended, I would have to give Damian a quick BJ.
It was the only thing to do.
"Okay," said Mrs. Greene, "I want you to apply the lesson about the word 'That' to your writing. It's very easy to overuse it. It's one of the words that you can eliminate. Like the 'down' in 'kneel down' or 'sit down.' Those verbs already imply lowering, so the preposition is often not necessary. That will make your writing stronger. Now... have a great day."
She stared at Damian when she said those words.
I shoved my book into my bag and grabbed his hand. "Come with me."
"Sure," he said and
winked
at the teacher as he rose.
She shuddered like a cheap whore. She was married. I glared at her and dragged Damian off. I would not let this happen. I led him straight to the door and marched out into the hallway, clutching to Damian's hand.
"So, where are we going?" he asked with amusement. He knew where we were going.
"So I can suck you off," I whispered, my cheeks burning as I admitted that. I was being such a hussy. Well, I was a hussy. Damian's hussy. I was proud to be his little trollop. His slut. His wanton harlot. I would be whatever type of whore he needed.
I loved him.
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