Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 46

-- Intimate with redhead MILF succubus.

Original: July 11, 2021

Submitted: June 6, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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- BOOK 4 -

- CHAPTER 46 - Crowned

As Mrs. Rebecca and I made the hour-long trip back home from Ms. Miriam's mansion, we were both silent most of the way, allowing me the opportunity to begin processing everything that had happened recently. Honestly, it felt like it had been the longest day of my life, and part of me wondered if my traumatizing death and resurrection had something to do with that.

Or maybe, it just felt long due to it being so eventful.

After all, I had so many new experiences, some good and some bad.

Earlier in the morning, I'd taken Avery's mom over to her place to grab some things, only to have a brief confrontation with her cheating husband. At the same time, I was getting messages from Mrs. Rebecca, and what the mature redhead told me sort of went to my head a little, causing me to cross a pretty big line with Mrs. Copeland by kissing her.

It didn't go any further than that, but Michelle admitted that she was interested in being with me, and just wanted to speak with her equally gorgeous blonde daughter about it first. Since they would be sharing the same man.

We then went back home, only to not stay long as Serenity, Gabriella, and I all made our way back over to Mrs. Rebecca's house to ask her more directly about the black stone.

Which resulted in the sexy mature woman finding out my ability to influence others, resulting in her testing me by asking if I'd give up Serenity for her, only to ask me to leave when I declined, with her aiming to find out how I'd react to rejection.

If I'd

accept

the rejection...or just make her do what I wanted, since I technically wielded that kind of power.

The whole thing was extremely upsetting for me, because I

did

feel confused and rejected, but afterward she explained why she did it.

Explained that she could trust me now, since I'd proven I was truly

good

, even when upset.

As she put it,

'You don't get lemon juice from an orange, and you don't get orange juice from a lemon. When you squeeze, the juice can tell you what kind of fruit it is.'

And I was an orange. Sweet, innocent, and

good

, in her opinion.

Yet, even after all that, it was only the start of the day.

After returning home a second time, Mrs. Rebecca told me that the person who might be able to help with the mysterious black stone wanted to meet me. Today. But she had stipulations, because she wasn't just a normal person.

She was Gabriella's great-great-grandmother.

An immortal full-blooded succubus.

And she wasn't exactly thrilled to automatically trust the spawn of an incubus.

Thus, Mrs. Rebecca put me in handcuffs, put both a blindfold and bag over my head, and then stuffed me in the trunk of her car for the hour-long drive. Then, upon arriving at Ms. Miriam's place, the sexy demon maid Gwen took me to a secluded room in their basement, making me wait in a chair, the handcuffs chained to the floor.

The eventual meeting was a tense one, since the deceptively young succubus had concerns that I was a threat to all of them. However, after using a unique magic on me, to determine what kind of person I was, she did a complete one-eighty in attitude and instead began treating me like a welcomed guest.

Even offered to let me fuck her maid...

And when I declined, she disclosed that she was interested in fucking me herself, since she pretty much fucked everyone to begin with, and I had sincerely piqued her curiosity. I actually declined again, just because I felt like everything was a test at that point, but ultimately ended up getting at least somewhat intimate with her when we discovered that my figurative third-eye might be closed.

More than that, it turned out that I had a seal on this magical sense of perception, and so Ms. Miriam used my sexual energy to fuel a spell to force my third-eye open.

That's when things sort of began to go downhill.

Or at least, that's when the first sign happened that it wouldn't be an entirely happy day.

There was an earthquake.

The whole mansion shook violently.

Because something had attempted to break through the barrier guarding a transdimensional gate to a hellish world where literal monsters existed.

After recharging the orange crystals that created the barrier, Ms. Miriam thought that would be the end of our problems, resulting in us spending some more alone time together, only to eventually end up in a threesome with her demon maid, Gwen. Which then turned into a foursome when Mrs. Rebecca got involved too.

But then, all hell truly broke lose.

A monster escaped the portal, a beast that killed me effortlessly, and likewise a monster that

I

killed just as effortlessly upon waking up from my death. After that, I didn't feel like myself for a long time, struggling with what I wanted versus what was right and moral.

Because I had a sincere need to have sex, but the terrified succubus I wanted to have sex with wasn't currently willing.

In the end, I abstained for a while, only to take Gwen up on her offer to fuck her instead.

Finally satisfied, having absorbed the sexual energy I now truly needed to sustain myself, I then fell asleep with Ms. Miriam in my arms and the much taller Gwen cuddling with my left leg.

The sleep helped too.

But now, it was time to go back home, and to face Serenity and Gabriella as a slightly different person. To admit to them what had transpired while I was away, including my untimely death.

Yeah, it was truly a really long day.

When we finally got back to Mrs. Rebecca's house, I was a bit torn between wanting to get in my car to leave right away...versus staying over at her place for a little while, to get a short lesson of 'education' in, now that my third-eye was open, and ready to be trained...

Technically, I wasn't sure if it still needed to be trained, since my recent death and resurrection seemed to jumpstart my magical capacity, but at the same time, I was still a novice in all things related to the supernatural.

Not to mention, now that I thought about it, I still hadn't noticed the edges of the dimensional gate when I helped Gwen ensure it was still sealed up.

However, Mrs. Rebecca really didn't leave me much of a choice when all was said and done. After all, we had the whole house to ourselves, she'd promised to make things up to me several times now, and now that I'd begun calling her mom, I felt confident there was another part of her that just sincerely wanted to share some true intimacy with her baby boy.

A busty mother who wanted to have sex with her handsome son.

And that last fact was reinforced when she took me up to her room, only to explain that she wanted to put a condom on me, knowing we'd probably both find it difficult to leave her bed if she got a taste of my cum and that endless surge of passion started up again. Allowing her to stay focused on me and sharing in a moment of intense tenderness and passion that was entirely from being intimate as mother and son.

Although, using a condom also had the side-effect of making this a bit of an educational lesson after all, simply because I had to be careful about absorbing her sexual energy, when my cum wouldn't be helping to escalate her passion.

Granted, we both had plenty of passion and lust without the extra boost.

Mom put on that latex outfit again, the one that let her tits hang out and had an opening between her thighs, having her help me zip it up in the back, so I could fuck her while feeling the slick shiny material all over her body. And in passing, she mentioned that this was actually Mr. Watson's favorite outfit as well, and that while he had never actually touched her in it, as part of their dom-sub relationship, this latex bodysuit was something he usually recommended to the men she brought home.

I could certainly understand why that might be, though I was thankful that I'd be the only one enjoying it from now on.

It was probably going to be a little awkward when I finally met Gabriella's father, especially since he knew I was having sex with his wife while he went without, but I also knew he was alright with that, and more than approving.

However, rather than us sharing in raw passionate sex, the whole experience was much more about the intimacy than anything. Once dressed in the latex bodysuit, mom started off by sitting next to me on the edge of the bed, talking with me a little about how I was feeling overall, and making a point to emphasize her motherly demeanor.

She then had me caress and kiss her massive tits, stroking my white hair tenderly and leaning down to press her lips against my temple while I sucked on her nipple, before finally asking me to get on my knees to kiss her pussy and suck on her clit a little.

I did so, feeling mom's warm latex-cover thighs against my face, my nose full of the sweet scent of the material, along with her maple syrup aroma, listening to her speak to me affectionately while I serviced her a little.

And the overall effect seemed to really help solidify my pre-death mentality, to an extent, because I wasn't doing this for her because I

demanded

it, or even necessarily for my own direct pleasure, as much as I enjoyed it as well.

Instead, I was doing it

for her

, because she

wanted me to

.

Because my sexy mom was asking her son to help her out a little, and I wanted to please my MILF.

I wanted to please my erotic mommy.

Honestly, the overall atmosphere about it was the complete opposite of when I'd aggressively fucked Gwen and used her to satisfy my own needs. Instead, this was much more like all the other times I'd had sex thus far, feeling overwhelmed to have such a hot woman take control and fuck me.

My mom, no less.

Granted, I didn't necessarily feel 'overwhelmed' anymore, at least not in the same way.

Rather, I was willing to allow this MILF goddess to be in a more dominating position in the bedroom, much like a mature woman her age would normally be in such a position over the average young guy. And I was excited for this busty MILF to be my mom in the bedroom, and to take care of the son she never had.

However, after spending a good ten minutes being intimate, with the tip of the condom already full of clear precum, she finally had me get in bed and climbed on top of me so I could feel her latex-covered sides and heavy warm tits, all while her hot cunt gently engulfed my cock, the head buried deep inside of her.

Mom was slow about fucking me, taking her time as she gently worked her hips up and down while our lips remained interlocked in slow tender kisses, her heavy tits squished against my dark-gray chest.

It was actually really refreshing, and when my cock finally exploded, it wasn't due to some rush to achieve orgasm, but rather the result of me being unable to hold it back any longer, the climax not having really been a goal at that point.

Only this intimacy with my mom, as she sat impaled on my cock.

However, I definitely noticed a difference in how the atmosphere of the room felt upon getting there, unexpectedly realizing that I was suddenly super sensitive to Mrs. Rebecca's sexual energy. And similar to how she'd explained to her daughter the previous day, I now understood what she probably meant by fine-tuning it as the energy oscillated.

Because I could feel it fluctuating now, and felt a pull toward touching her in certain ways in order to cause it to rise in volume, density, and intensity.

However, at the same time, the automatic craving to suck up that energy was absent, unlike what happened with Gwen, her own orgasm seeming to trigger my sucking up her passion into my own body.

I realized that must mean I was a bit different than a succubus, who might absorb energy whether it was her cumming, or her partner. Alternatively, it was as if I was waiting for my aphrodisiac cum to stimulate her to the point of orgasm before I did the same.

Certainly, I could tug on that energy now, but didn't feel the desire to do so yet, instead craving to see just how high I could make it climb before consuming it.

And sure enough, as I began touching Mrs. Rebecca gently, feeling led to firmly grasp her latex-covered hips as I gently thrust mom down on my throbbing cock, beginning to take control now, her passion began to rise even more, with her finally cumming when I moved to gently bite her jaw, just prior to planting kisses on her neck when she tilted her head up, her mouth hanging open in pre-orgasmic ecstasy.

She almost sounded as if she was going to cry when she finally reached her peak, her moaning having grown loud and desperate, as if she'd never needed anything else in the world as she needed this orgasm right now.

An orgasm shared with her son.

I was careful as I sucked up her passion when she cummed, even as I felt her gently tug on the lust that had built up previously, that flavor of energy still hanging around. For a second, I felt like it was kind of ridiculous that we were essentially exchanging energy, wondering how that even made sense, only to realize the obvious, aside from the fact that we were absorbing slightly different types of energy.

Even if I was able to use my own lust, my own energy, I would have still needed her help to generate that energy in the first place, especially since it sounded like succubi usually maximized a human's lust upon having sex with them the first time, whereas a normal human couldn't achieve that level of passion in another human.

Meaning, I was making her far more passionate than would be normal, my cum acting as the catalyst to make her passion flow endlessly, while she was likewise causing me to produce far more lust than a normal person might achieve.

Thus, together, through our mutual pleasure, we were both generating far more sexual energy than was normal. And whether we exchanged that energy or not, we still needed each other to create it.

Now that we were both finally satisfied, we just continued to rest in that position in her bed, Mrs. Rebecca's curly red hair all over my neck and shoulders while her cheek was pressed against my chest now, the overall slowness of our sex causing the after-sex to simply feel like a satisfying, intimate, and extremely relaxing extension of the main event.

In particular, that relaxing sense of peaceful bliss, the kind that made me want to fall asleep with a smile on my face, persisted for much longer than I'd experienced before, as if all was right with the world in the most perfect way possible.

And for a few minutes, I literally forgot about everything else, feeling as if there were only two people in the world, my sole companion more perfect than I could have ever hoped for.

As much as I loved my older sister, never mind how much I was obsessed with Gabriella, there was a small part of me that realized I could be sincerely happy to live the rest of my life being this MILF's son. It was as if I could see it all laid out before me, like a premonition of a

possible

future, living a life where she took me out on dates in her red Corvette, cared for me at home like she'd do for anyone so much younger than her, and taking me to her bed every night to experience this intimate perfection.

And it wouldn't even have to be a secret.

It

could be

reality.

Mr. Watson would know his wife had taken a new young lover, having sex with her in his favorite latex outfit, and be accepting of it.

Gabriella would know that her new brother was having sex with her mom. And of course Serenity would know as well, with both of my sisters probably joining in the intimacy on occasion, but only as obedient daughters living to share in taboo pleasure with mother and son.

I wasn't sure if that particular fantasy was a byproduct of something supernatural happening between us, possibly even just the influence of her being part-succubus, but I had to admit I was sincerely content as my busty redheaded mom laid on top of me, wrapped tightly in my arms.

However, after a bit, it slowly began to dawn on me that, the realization of that particular fantasy would, in fact, mean I wasn't with Serenity in any meaningful capacity, and that finally pulled me out of my content bliss. And Gabriella's mom knew it was time too.

All I did was sigh.

It was a heavy sigh, but it was more than enough to communicate everything.

Mrs. Rebecca lifted her head with a warm smile, a hint of sadness in her emerald eyes, giving me a tender kiss on the lips before carefully climbing off me.

Once I sat up too, she then asked me to set the full condom carefully on the edge of a cup she had in the bathroom on the counter, indicating that she wanted to slurp my cum up after I left, not wanting it to go to waste, but also being concerned that she wouldn't be able to

let me leave

if she did it before I got down the road a fair distance.

Of course, I didn't have to ask what she planned to do while tonguing the latex condom, since she wasn't even shy about getting out a large purple vibrating dildo, setting it on the bed as if to tease me, showing me what I

could be

watching my mother do for the next few hours, if I were so inclined to stay.

It was honestly very tempting.

I sincerely did want to watch, and possibly even act like I was hiding and seeing something I wasn't meant to see. As if I'd snuck into my mother's bedroom to go through her underwear drawer, only to urgently hide when she came home early from work, causing me to unexpectedly become a witness to mom pleasuring herself in the privacy of her bedroom for several hours, unaware that her naughty son was secretly watching, hand uncontrollably stroking at the sight.

Another fantasy that I felt like was stemming from her.

However, I really did want to get back to my older sister soon.

Thus, I had to resist. For now.

After getting dressed, Mrs. Rebecca walked with me downstairs and to the front door, giving me one last tight hug before seeing me off. I sent Serenity a quick message before climbing into my car, letting her know I was finally heading home, and then I was on my way.

I drove my car in complete silence, surprised to find myself feeling a little numb and almost sad now that I was finally completely alone to process everything that happened.

It felt weird.

Because now that I was alone, all I could think about was that I really died.

All I could focus on was the sensation of having my heart ripped out, the whole thing happening so fast that my mind simply processed the fatal wound as an overwhelming pressure in my chest, rather than having any sense of pain.

But then again, I was pretty sure the monster's hand went right through my spine, so maybe that's why I hadn't felt any pain. Still, I was very bothered by the fact that it was able to hurt me so easily when even a knife normally wouldn't cut my skin without an exorbitant amount of pressure.

And strange that I couldn't stop thinking about it now.

I supposed that previously, I had Ms. Miriam, Gwen, and even Mrs. Rebecca to focus on, to help distract me from the gravity of the situation, and just how serious it was. But now there was no distraction, and I felt somber about the fact that, if I'd been a normal person, or even just a normal half-incubus, then I would be dead.