My Mother's Memories
Washington State
6:30 AM
Indoor Hot Spring
The dildo Lisa had created for Indigo was lying outside of the pool. The sheen coating the long thick rubber phallus was not from the steam inside the bathhouse but from being deep inside Lisa's cunt, who found much pleasure from it.
Albert held and embraced Indigo from behind while his mother listed off every single immortal or long-lived woman she had slept with in her everlasting life.
Albert got lost around the third woman his mother mentioned because aside from their names, Lisa also described their race, species if they were non-human, and occupation, including how she met them. Indigo smiled stupidly while Lisa went on and on without stopping to take so much as a single breath. The amount of information she was laying out was like a tennis ball shooter.
"There's Monica, a Peruvian witch who found the fountain of youth and stole a gallon of water from it. She altered it with infernal magic to perpetually keep herself young and healthy forever without having to drink the water every few months. She sells it on the black market to the world's wealthiest men and women. You won't believe how much humans will pay for vials of the enhanced water.
There is Onoskelis, a female demoness with a golden donkey's leg and black hair as long as mine. She's gorgeous and darkly kinky. Like yours truly, she can grow her cock, but because she's a demoness, she can produce another for twice the fun.
"You had sex with demons too?" Albert was shocked that she stopped that low.
"Demons and Demonesses. Yes, son, regrettably, I had sex with them too. I make that separate distinction because, in the testament of Solomon, which is factual, demons come in both genders contrary to the belief that they are shapeshifting evil spirits. As I told you both already, the spirits of deceased Nephilim became demons that now reside inside the Earth. Their spirits were free to either stay male or become female."
"I'm sorry to Interrupt you, Lisa, but I had a question," Indigo chimed. "Have humans ever had sex with demons? What's it like, and can they have children with humans as Angels can. I read succubi merely milk human men of their sperm, then pass it on to the incubi where they use that altered sperm to make cambions. Is any of that true?"
"You keep surprising me by just how much you know Indigo. Yes, both men and women have had sex with both spirits knowingly and unknowingly. The humans who seek succubi rarely find them, and those who don't want anything to do with these spirits always end up as sexual targets by them. Having sex with an Incubi feels like a rod of ice-penetrating you, Indigo, over and over. Saying that it's painful would be an understatement.
Likewise, penetrating a succubus feels like entering an oven set to max temperature. As with the Incubus, sex with a Succubus is not all it's cracked up to be. Men and supernatural beings experience either pain and pleasure or only pleasure, but this pleasure comes at an extreme cost; one's life.
Contrary to popular belief, incubi and succubi can reproduce with humans, but the chance of conceiving from an incubus or impregnating a succubus is at best 5 percent. But the Cambions that are born are ridiculously powerful; I'm talking about comic book superhero or villain levels of power."
"This is going to sound weird, mom, but when you and I had sex the first time, your pussy also felt like an oven set to max." Albert looked at his mother awkwardly, waiting for an answer.
Indigo turned to Albert then to Lisa, looking and waiting for clarification on what she had just heard.
Lisa laughed. "There's an answer for that too, baby. You see, when the Watchers raped the early women, I heard from a woman that I went to comfort after surviving through her horrible ordeal; tell me it felt like there were miniature explosions that nearly turned her insides into mashed potatoes. Besides you, your father was the only other man to tell me my vagina felt like an oven. Still, unlike the infernal heat from a succubus that's reflecting its unquenchable lust, the heat from my own is my love embracing the men I truly love. Those who can't feel it only means I feel nothing for them."
Albert blushed, kissing Indigo on her shoulder. "I don't think I can stay here and listen to you name all of your past booty calls all night long. Is there a faster way to do this?"
Lisa snickered, "as a matter of fact, there is a faster way to learn all of my conquests, baby. Come here," she said.
Albert walked past Indigo and went over to his mother, who embraced and kissed him; he reciprocated his mother's love and pressed his lips against hers. Albert reached past her lower back and kneaded the flesh of her ass. Indigo felt out of place, shrugged her shoulders, and joined mother and son in a three-way kiss. Lisa kissed Indigo, who kissed Albert, who repeated the process until it devolved into a sloppy kiss between them.
"Hold up! I don't mind this, but I want to learn about everyone my mom has lain with. Can you show me now, mom?"
Lisa laughed with Indigo, then turned serious at the drop of a hat. Lisa pulled her son in close again and pressed her forehead against his own. "Now, close your eyes and focus on the void."
***
Albert kept his eyes closed and focused only on the darkness in front of him. A small beam of light beamed inside his mind's eye that detonated like a supernova somewhere In deep space, illuminating the black void of his mind. Images surfaced up to the center of his mind, floating in front of him like three-dimensional screens playing out hundreds, perhaps hundreds of thousands of memories of hot sensual sex, all involving his mother.
The floating images acted with a mind of their own and took Albert for an intruder inside; Lisa's mind was like a dark fortress that seemed to expand into eternity. They swirled around him like an angry tornado that threatened to turn him into pieces of mangled chunks of meat and bone. But just as quickly as they stirred to anger, their anger subsided when they recognized him as Lisa's flesh and blood.
The multitude of screens floating above him absorbed into each other until they made one massive empty screen. He stepped inside, unafraid of what he was going to see. It all started with him bearing witness to how his mother met his father.
One moment everything was black; the instant his eyes blinked; the setting changed instantaneously.
He was somewhere in the desert, or what looked like the middle east to him based on images he saw in movies and television. It was a beautiful day out; the sun was enthroned high in the sky, and swans flew overhead. He looked up towards the sky and watched his mother when she was still an uncorrupted angel in heaven, descending in the guise of a pagan Goddess, and approached his father. The latter, for some unexplained reason, had his entire head veiled in burning golden flames.
Someone or some force withheld his father's face from him, but why?
