Breeding the Bride and Her Mother
I had bred
a lot of
women over the last six months to realize my mommy-succubus's dream.
Every girl at my college and random women I met out in the world. Shopping. The theater. At Starbucks. My cock was sliding into every one of them I could. With my powers, I could cause them to ovulate. If they were on birth control, I would burn the chemical out of their blood or destroy the IUD in their uterus. Their husbands, boyfriends, and even fathers cheered me on as I slid my cock into their pussies and pumped them full of cum. Budding eighteen-year-old girls and sexy MILFs on the verge of menopause.
I had lost count of how many women it had been, but it was a lot. All of them pregnant with my succubus-daughters. The human race would slowly change. My mommy-succubus would get her revenge on Eve by supplanting all her daughters with succubi.
My mother's favorite activity right now was to have me crash weddings. Nubile brides and bridesmaids and the mothers of the bride and groom and their guests. So many women who would need my cum. Who would need to be bred?
I parked our car before the church. It was an hour's drive from our house. Mom had some app that let her know of any wedding announcement. Today was the Turner-Carter Wedding. The church had it on their announcement board. The parking lot was full of cars. A white limo was on standby to whisk the happy couple to their reception.
My dick was throbbing hard. Now that I didn't turn women into my wives when I bred them, I had nothing holding me back from fucking any female. My mommy-succubus wanted me to breed them all, and I would do it. I would make her happy.
And it was a lot of fun. Between all my wives back at home who were all six months pregnant and horny to the women I was breeding every hour of the day, I was having so much pleasure. I was fully awakened to my cambion nature.
I climbed out of the car and could feel all the wombs in the church just eager for my cum. They didn't even know it yet. They were all begging to have my jizz fired into their pussies. I would baste them with jizz. Just coat them with my spunk. It would be such a magical moment to soak their eggs in my seed.
I walked around the car and opened the door. My mommy-succubus wore a low-cut dress of cream, her black hair spilling down to her shoulders. Her large, lactating breasts jiggled in her blouse. Her belly swelled round before her. I held out my hand to her.
"Mmm, thank you, Master," she cooed. She still called me that. I mean, technically I did own her. I summoned her. Bound her to me. She should obey me, but...
How could I tell my mother what to do? She had raised me to obey her. That wasn't a habit I could easily break. Not when the rewards were so wonderfully sweet. She slid out of the car with my help, graceful and sexy. Her curving stomach only enhanced her beauty.
It was as if the pregnancy made her more attractive. More stunning. More fertile and desirable.
She took my arm, her flowery perfume filling my nose. We crossed the parking lot, her heels clicking. She wore black stilettos. My dick throbbed harder and harder. All those wombs in there needing my cum. It would be such a delight.
I opened the door and we entered the foyer of the church. From small speakers in the church, the preacher's sermon could be heard. The ceremony was going on. That was when Mom liked to show up. She was a kinky slut, after all.
I opened the next set of doors. The bride, in her gown of white, shot her gaze to look back at me. I couldn't see her expression easily through her veil, but I could see her shudder. The bridesmaids looked, too. Women in the audience all looked over their shoulders at me. Smiles appeared on their faces. From youthful cuties to mature beauties, they were all fluttering eyes and patting their hair.
They all wanted me and my cum.
A few of them glowed with silver light from their wombs, including the bride, ovulating and ready to be bred. Sadly, one woman was actually pregnant. She was the only woman who didn't look back at me. That was something I had learned. Those women currently caring another men's child had no interest in me.
The reverend trailed off for a moment, standing there in his black suit. Then he resumed speaking as I marched up the aisle. No one objected to my mother and I heading up to join the wedding party. My mother clung to my arm.
"Do you see how young that bridesmaid is?" my mother whispered. "Mmm, and with blonde pigtails. She must be the bride's sister."
I saw the girl. She was a young thing, no doubt eighteen. A virgin. The girl stared at me wearing a dress of pink that looked lovely on her. My gaze slid to the bride. She had blonde hair, too, looking to be barely in her twenties. A fresh college graduate. I could see more and more of her face the closer we came. She shuddered, her low-cut dress showing off her round tits that rose and fell.
"Well, Mommy, you enjoy that girl's sweet, virgin pussy," I purred, "while I breed her sister."
"You know what I like," purred my mommy-succubus. "Young and ripe. Mmm, I can tell she's a virgin. She's so curious. I'm going to make her cum hard."
We reached the couple. I leaned down and kissed my mommy-succubus on the lips. I felt the eyes of all the women in the church save the pregnant one. A groan of envy rose from some as I kissed my pregnant mother, her belly rubbing into me. Her tongue dancing with mine.
I broke the kiss and smiled at her. My mommy-succubus slapped her hand on my ass. I was wearing a pair of slacks, a button-down dress shirt, and a tie. No jacket. It was a warm day. Her fingers digging into my rump, she sauntered to the girl. Her hand slipped away.
The bride shuddered as I moved up behind her. According to my mother, she was Lindsey Carter. Blonde and youthful. She didn't have a long train, so this would be much easier than the last bride. I had to lift so much of the last bride's dress to get my dick into her.
In the front rows, I saw the MILFs, the mothers of the bride and groom. The bride's mother was a blonde beauty with plump lips sitting beside her husband. She fanned her face, her eyes locked on me as I moved behind her daughter. On the groom's side, there were two MILFs, both busty and with brown hair. They were sisters. The mother and aunt of Justin Turner. I winked at them.
They both quivered in delight. MILF sisters. How delightful. My dick throbbed with my excitement.
"Marriage is about fidelity and trust," the preacher said as I moved up behind the bride. He gave me a look as I grabbed her dress.
"Don't mind me," I told him as I lifted her skirt.
"Yeah, don't mind him," the groom said. Justin stared at me over his wife's shoulders. "She's a very special girl, man."
"I can tell," I said. The bride's hands joining me in lifting her dress. She didn't care that she was before her entire wedding. It was being filmed, the videographer immortalizing their happy day for all to see. "She's gorgeous. You're a lucky man."
"I am," he said, his eyes shifting to his bride.
"Oh, so lucky," whimpered the bride. She looked over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes shining bright. "So am I... You're just so handsome."
I winked at her as I bunched her skirt around her waist. She gripped it, the preacher droning on. My dick throbbed so much as I stared at the satin panties the bride wore. They hugged her cute rump, gripping her. She had on thigh-high stockings connected to a garter belt.
I slid my right hand up her inner thigh starting above her stocking. She gasped and shuddered at my touch. I climbed higher and higher. She whimpered as I did that. Her veil rustled as I came closer and closer to her panties.
"Justin," she moaned as I rubbed the crotch of her panties, feeling her juices pour through. "Oh, he's touching me through my panties. He's going to fuck me. I can feel it."
"And breed you," I said, feeling her warmth. "Mmm, did you shave for your groom?"
"Yes!" she moaned, throwing another look over her shoulder at me. "Did you say breed me?"
I winked at her as my fingers hooked the gusset of her panties and yanked them to the side. My knuckles slid over her wet, warm flesh. My other hand deftly unzipped my pants. I had no underwear on. I pulled out my cock.
The women in the audience all groaned. The MILF sisters gripped each other's hand. The Mother of the bride fanned her face. And the bridesmaid with the blonde pigtails gasped in delight. But not because of me. I looked behind me to see that my mommy-succubus had her head up beneath the girl's skirt, licking away at that virgin pussy.
"He's going to breed me," the bride moaned to her groom, her hands holding up her skirt.
"That's wonderful," the groom said, my magic working on him. "Thank you for breeding my bride, man. Thank you so much. She deserves it."
"Yes, she does," I groaned, never failing to find it surreal to have husbands and boyfriends and grooms begging me to knock up their women. To fuck them, cuckold them, and leave them my succubus-daughter to raise. "She deserves every last drop of my cum."
I pressed my cock up her thighs and into her shaved flesh. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched those three MILFs licking their lips and squirming their thighs. They all wanted my cock. The bride's juices soaked the tip.
"Ram that big fucker into me!" the bride moaned. "Fuck me so hard with it!"
I loved doing what women commanded. It was so satisfying to submit to them and obey.
I thrust my cock into her pussy. Her warm and inviting flesh welcomed me into her twat. I groaned and she moaned as I slid deeper and deeper into the bride's hot cunt. Her flesh squeezed about me. She moaned with such whorish passion as the preacher continued his sermon on marriage.
"Yes, yes, yes," she groaned, her pussy clenching down on me. "He's so big and thick. Oh, my god, Justin, you're nothing compared to this cock."
"Enjoy him, honey," said the groom. "It's our wedding day. You deserve to have a big dick fuck you and breed you."
"Yes," groaned the mother of the bride, the blonde MILF licking her lips. I winked at her as my dick throbbed in her daughter's cunt. This was so hot.
I heard another squeak. I glanced behind me to see the bridesmaid with the cute pigtails shuddering, one of her hands holding the back of my mother's head through the pink skirt. I knew my mommy-succubus had her tongue licking and lapping at the girl's cunt, just stirring her up and making her moan in delight.
