Mommy's Schoolgirl Romp
I walked into my college, cheeks burning. I had my mommy-succubus on one arm and Molly on the other. My mother was dressed, of course, like a slutty schoolgirl. Her boobs were bouncing in her tied-off, white blouse that cupped her large tits. They bounced freely. Her tartan skirt was so short, she wasn't just in violation of the college's dress code.
She was mocking it.
All she had to do was bend over, and she would be flashing her cunt and ass at everyone. As it is, the bottom slopes of her butt-cheeks were visible. She had her black hair done up in pigtails. She still had her gorgeous and mature face. There was no mistaking her for a nineteen-year-old hottie. This was a MILF playing dress up.
It was hot, of course, and every guy in school was staring at my mom with lust while every girl was staring at me with those same desires burning in their eyes. Molly wasn't one of my girlfriends, but she had claimed my arm as my step-daughter. Her mother was one of my "wives." Like Abby, Linda, and Brenda behind us. Taking up the rear was Mrs. Spartan still dressed in her slutty maid's outfit. She and her wife, Xena, were my mother's sex slaves now.
"This is so surreal," I said as the girls stared at me. About every sixth or seventh girl had that glow emanating from her womb. They were ovulating and not on any birth control. "I still can't believe you're doing this."
"I have to keep you safe and make sure that you're focused on your schoolwork." She smiled. "You're far, far too submissive to be a cambion, you know that? But that's okay. Mommy loves that you're such a good boy. But all these women will take advantage of you. They'll be fucking you all the time. You have to pace yourself. Concentrate on the ones that you can breed."
"And have more wives?" I gasped. "I already have four. There are limits. Where will they all live."
"You can be like Hugh Hefner, but you'll be an actual stud," Mom said. "And once you learn to control your power better, they won't all be trying to get your cock. Then you can select those you want to be your wives and tell you what to do. Just let Mommy do all the spanking."
My cheeks burned hot. "Yes, Mommy."
"That's my good boy," she cooed.
We headed to Mrs. Hemlock's class. I had English first thing. Only Molly was in that class. Abby, Brenda, and Linda all had to say goodbye. They did it with lots of tongue. Abby, my first wife, claimed my lips, her red hair swaying about her face.
"I'll see you in chemistry, lab partner," she purred, winking at me. "Love you."
"Love you, honey," I groaned, unable to help me.
Then sandy-blonde Linda slid up. She was my third wife, but she cut before an annoyed Brenda. She gave me a smooch with lots of tongue. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. She had a sweet taste on her lips. Like strawberries.
"Mmm, see you at lunch," she cooed. "Love you, cutie."
I smiled. "Love you."
Brenda stepped up and grabbed the back of my head. Girls were watching on with such envy as she planted her mouth on my lips and kissed me with hunger. Her lips worked on mine. Her hand grabbed my hard cock and squeezed me. She stroked up and down me, making my dick throb.
She broke the kiss. "Mmm, you are such a stud. Love you."
"Love you," I croaked and Brenda sauntered off. She waved to her boyfriend, Fred. Well, ex-boyfriend. Fred just grinned at her and nodded, not mad at all. Men just weren't. Molly's dad was thrilled that his wife had become my wife. My powers were so powerful.
"Mmm, let's get to class, Daddy," moaned Molly. "I can't wait until you can breed me. I want to have your babies, Daddy. I want to have daughters and then watch you breed them and then they have daughters that you breed."
"You are so fucked up," I groaned, my dick hard.
"I just wish I was your real daughter and not your step-daughter, Daddy," she purred. "Shame time travel's not a thing. What if you had secretly gone back in time, bred my mommy in her sleep or something, and then traveled back so that I would be your real daughter."
"Then your mother would have been mine all this time and not just since I bred her yesterday," I said. "And time travel is not possible." I glanced at mom. "Right?"
"I'm no witch." She giggled. "It is a pretty neat idea, don't you think."
My cheeks burned. "I guess."
We reached the second floor and were heading to my English class when my friend Hector stepped out. I blinked at the sight of him with a smile on his lips. He grinned at me, his hands thrust in his pockets. He had Mrs. Hemlock, just at a later period than me.
"Hey, man," he said. "Hey, Mrs. Bell. Damn, I almost summoned you, you know that?"
"Did you?" asked my mother.
"Yeah, I found the spell and told your son about it. I just didn't think it was real. I wish I had. You could have been my succubus." He laughed. "Damn, you're lucky, Henry."
I shrugged. "I guess. Sorry, man. But she's my mom. I wouldn't want you fucking my mom."
"That's right, it's hotter that my son's my Master. He can tell me to do anything in the world." She pressed her boob into my arm. "Kiss me, Master."
"Yes, Mommy," I groaned, knowing the irony that she claimed I could order her to do anything, but she was the one giving the command.
My lips met with hers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. The incestuous rush of having a mommy-succubus surging through me. My dick throbbed in my jeans. I could order her to do things, it just didn't feel right. Doing what she wanted
did
.
"Damn," Hector said. "Well, man, glad you got something out of it. I tried last night. Got a big nothing."
My mom broke the kiss. "Well, you got to have magic to summon a succubus. Not just any schlub can do it. And my son has magic. But I'm
so
glad you found that spell."
I glanced at my mother. Did she ensure that Hector found that spell? She would have had to return to the Lilith Qlipha if I hadn't claimed her. And she mentioned I would have succubi for daughters. Was my mom behind all of this?
Probably.
"Well, take care," Hector said and headed off.
We were the firsts to enter the classroom. Only to find Mrs. Hemlock lying on her desk, her blouse open and large breasts rising and falling. Her skirt was hiked above her waist, cum leaking out of her pussy to mat her blonde hair. I blinked at that.
"No wonder Hector looked to be in such a good mood," said Mom. "Mmm, you have a slut for a teacher."
"I fucked her yesterday," I said, my cheeks burning. That had been weird how she saved my cum for later. "She sort of took charge and ravished me."
"Mmm, I did," moaned Mrs. Hemlock. She sat up. "And you must be Henry's mother, Mrs. Bell."
"I am," she purred. "And his wife."
I glanced at Mom. Had I bred her too that first night? Was that how making a pact with a succubus worked? My father had a pact with Mom. That was how I was born. Only it didn't last forever or something. Or it was just a one-night thing. I wasn't sure. Mom didn't talk much about it.
"I'm his step-daughter now, Mrs. Hemlock," Molly said. "Daddy married my mommy last night."
"I see," Mrs. Hemlock said, her tits out. She was unconcerned. My powers and my mother's were warping the college. Changing it into something else entirely.
I was heading to my usual seat when Fred walked in behind us. He had his lips pursed in a whistle. Then he stopped. It was clear that he had just seen the state of our teacher. He stared at her with such open lust, her big boobs rising and falling.
"Mmm, Fred, why don't you come fuck me," my English teacher purred. "After having one of my male students, well, I just can't get enough of your young dicks. Mmm, don't tell my husband. He's got a big ego."
"I won't, Mrs. Hemlock," groaned Fred. He dropped his backpack and started attacking his jeans as he stepped up to fuck her.
"Fuck," I groaned as I sat with Molly and my mother on either side of me, my dick hard.
Fred got his pants undone and then he just jammed his cock into Mrs. Hemlock's pussy. The teacher moaned in delight. Her thighs went around his waist. She leaned back on her hands. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them as he fucked at her pussy.
The next student to enter was Izolde, her dyed-purple hair swaying about her face. She had a big grin as she hurried over to the desk before mine. She dropped her backpack and purse on it and smiled at me, wearing a belly shirt and a pair of denim cutoffs that showed off a nice bit of her lush thighs. She licked her lips, her hands on her hips.
"Thanks again for getting me to like dicks again," Izolde said. "You were a big help to me."
"Daddy's good at helping," Molly said.
"Ooh, Daddy, that's hot," Izolde said. She smacked her lips. "I need that dick in me, Henry." She unsnapped her cutoffs and peeled them off, taking a pair of pink panties with them. Her shaved pussy came into view. She wasn't glowing. On the pill, as I recalled, but certainly not ovulating. "Fuck me right now, Henry."
"And what are you going to do for me?" My mommy-succubus asked. She threw one leg over the edge of her desk, the other brushing into mine. Her skirt rode high, showing off her shaved cunt dripping with juices. The spicy aroma of her cunt filled my nose. "You don't get to just fuck my son without paying my price. Mmm, show me what Mrs. Spartan taught you yesterday."
"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Bell," Izolde said. "That was hot watching you turn Mrs. Spartan into your bitch! So fucking hot."
She dropped to her knees and crawled beneath my mother's desk. In moments, Izolde had her face planted in my mother's cunt. Mom gasped and groaned, her breasts jiggling in her blouse. She glanced at me, her dark eyes quivering with delight.
I could tell that Izolde was putting everything that Mrs. Spartan had taught her about pussy licking to use. My mother shuddered. Her pigtails swayed about her lush face. My dick was so hard right now. I needed to cum.
