Chapter 8: Naughty night-time desires...

"Umm... they are friends of mine?!" Alex responded hesitantly. "They are really good friends of mine from college. Speaking of which, I should probably get some sleep as I have an early day tomorrow."

Lorelei smirked knowingly. "You know I know it's more than that master and we can talk about it another time. Sleep master," Lorelei whispered into Alex's ear. "Sleep, and I will be here when you awaken. Sleep." His eyes fluttered closed, and a moment later his breath became steady and easy. "Dream of that which brings you joy," she added with a soft murmur.

After a long moment, she disengaged herself from him, stood and stretched. The succubus looked at his sleeping form silently, blankly, finally shaking herself. This was utter madness. Completely out of her control.

There was his peaceful face sleeping in the darkness. His cock, still mostly erect, glistened with their mixed fluids. It had been an act of will to get up off of him and let him sleep instead of enticing further answers from him. She hadn't lied, and couldn't if she wanted to. But it was the truth. He felt better than any man or woman ever had. Better than things not of this Earth.

Certainly he was more pleasant than any previous master. Dramatically so. Lorelei actually liked him, and in this context that was completely alien to her.

She, too, wanted to be friends. More than friends. "Abashed, the Devil stood," Lorelei mused aloud.

For a second time, she shook herself and her thoughts. She still hungered for him, but her hunger typically lasted until she had vanquished a partner. That wouldn't be happening here. Perhaps she'd just have to get used to being satisfied only while making lo -- No. Servicing him. Let's not get carried away with this. This is sorcery at work.

"I should have realized the ritual wasn't fully completed," she muttered bitterly to herself. "I knew I could make more mischief. Push these boundaries further. Perhaps broken free... though to what end?"

She looked down at him again, feeling a need through pour through every fiber of her being to throw herself upon her new master and continue their night together. He had rescued her from such torment. He had put himself at terrible risk, had no idea it would turn out this way. He had been kind to her. Felt no need to dominate. He wanted to trust her; seemed to so plainly, genuinely care about her.

He was so unlike anyone she'd ever lain with, mortal or otherwise. Some small part of her mused, tentatively, that maybe he deserved her? And she, him?

Madness. She crushed out that thought, turning away from him.

He had the will to resist. Any previous partner would have let her ride him until he passed out. Alex had actually asked her to let him sleep enough to be rested for the next day, and clearly had intentions other than staying home with her.

That self-control was astounding. Alex enjoyed letting Lorelei take the lead. Would clearly enjoy that with other women. He found the role of the pursued rather than pursuer thrilling, especially after such a haphazard history of dating. His desires tended toward strong women, for obvious reasons -- not exclusively, but the preference was there. He had it in him to be the aggressor and the seducer. His minor experiences with dating had given every indication of that. He will someday become more aware of his own ability.

But what was so ominously clear to Lorelei was that he would only be led so much. He would be happily teased and manipulated until he was genuinely bothered by something, and then it would end. Her plots would only move as long as they kept him entertained. Alex, unlike any prey before him, could say no and mean it. She wasn't at all used to that.

Frowning, Lorelei glanced around his room. She should have investigated the house yesterday, but fatigue from her abduction had overcome her and she'd put it off. Seeing in the dark was no challenge at all for her. Lorelei glanced over his bookshelf and other belongings, finding someone whose interests tended toward larger-than-life adventure and matters far beyond his small world. He wouldn't want to remain in his hometown forever.

On his desk was a picture of his high school swim team, which included no less than four girls forever burned into his desires. She had tasted it and was something she could use.

His shelves held an eclectic collection of music, but it and scattered ticket stubs revealed a preference for live rock. His walls were adorned with posters of bands and ordinary teen interests... but ordinary teens didn't have so many philosophy books.

She found his class schedule. It was still early enough in the year that he probably didn't have it all memorized. This early in his college life, they were naturally all "intro" classes: Intro to Literature. Intro to Biology. Philosophy. Human Sexuality. No wonder he's so screwed up, she thought wryly.

Intro to Photography.

Her heart jumped. She slowly found herself looking at him again with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and more. So insignificant a thing. A class at a community college. How different her world would be if Alex hadn't, probably on a whim, taken Introduction to Photography.

After watching him sleep for a bit, she inhaled deeply to clear her head. There was something else to take care of tonight, though, and that would at least be entertaining.

It was past four in the morning as she slipped out of Alex's room and moved into Michelle's. Everything was perfectly still.

In one corner of the bedroom were a couple of pink shopping bags that indicated Michelle had followed instructions. The mother herself lay on her back in bed, sheets indicating a bit of tossing and turning before she had finally gotten to sleep.

Her nightgown lay on the floor next to the bed.

A predatory grin spread across Lorelei's face. Here was easy game, unsuspecting, defenseless, and delicious. She stalked around to the other side of the bed, gently lifted the single sheet that still covered Michelle, and slipped in.

"Ssssshhhhhhh," Lorelei breathed into Michelle's ear. It took less concentration this time, as the seductress had more power now. Michelle stirred only a little in response. Her eyes remained closed while she let out a quiet but audible noise of dreamy need.

Lorelei started at Michelle's head, gently running her fingers through blonde locks and letting her nails drift across her scalp. Again, Michelle softly let her appreciation be known. Her head turned with those fingers, nuzzling Lorelei's hand needfully. Lorelei's other hand did the same, only it trailed down the side of Michelle's face, her neck, then drifted across the naked chest that rose to meet it.

She could smell sex in these sheets. Lorelei inhaled deeply, realizing her own scent was not the only one present in this bed. "Michelle," she beckoned softly, "have you been pleasing yourself?"

"Yes," came the distant reply. "Yes."

"Thinking of me?"

"Yes," smiled the still-dreaming woman.

"Thinking of Alex?"

"Mmm..."

"Michelle," Lorelei said teasingly as her fingers trailed between the mother's legs. "You can tell me, remember? We agreed together. He's a sexy young man."

Another whimper, still evasive. Lorelei's lower hand dug softly, deliciously into Michelle's pussy as it trailed back up, raking through her bush. "Michelle," she repeated.

"Yes," Michelle finally admitted deliriously. "I did, a little, yes."

"I don't blame you," Lorelei smiled. "I would. I would dream of him, even if I were his mother. It's alright, Michelle. He loves you. He loves you so much. He respects you."

"He's my only son," Michelle murmured. "So wrong."

"Naughty," Lorelei's tongue flicked Michelle's ear, "but not wrong. Not if it's private... just for fun. He's a man now. No one needs to know, Michelle. Just you and I... and I don't need to tell."

"No. No one."

"But wouldn't it feel good to share?" Her fingers stroked Michelle's wet labia with expert familiarity. She could play the blonde like an instrument, for fun or for effect. As with the mother's son, there would be no destroying this one. Michelle deserved that no more than Alex, nor did Lorelei bear her ill will. But she was older than him, more experienced and less innocent. Easier to manipulate.

"We're alone, in the dark," Lorelei reassured her. "Just you and I. Your home is locked, your son in another room sound asleep. Share your fantasies with me."

Everything Michelle could sense in her dreaming state was pleasure. Every touch, every smell. Even the plain sheets on her bed felt luxurious. She imagined the alluring whispers in her ear sliding through her body much like the sensuous fingers between her legs. Michelle gave out a gasp of capitulation.

"What did you dream of your son?"

"I found him downstairs, on the recliner in front of the television," Michelle ventured slowly. As she spoke, approving and encouraging lips trailed down the side of her face and neck. "He was... watching a dirty movie. Naked. Touching himself. Oh, yes."

Her admissions had earned her a much deeper caress inside her pussy. "Was he stroking his cock?"

"Yes."

"It's a big cock, Michelle."

"It is? Oh, I imagined it as big."

"Tell me," Lorelei demanded gently. "Tell me more. What was the movie?"

Michelle's words drifted out luxuriously. "A man about to be married," she explained softly. "He's getting dressed, alone, and his mother comes to him. Sits him down on the bed. Tells him she'll always love him, and that if he ever needs her, she'll be there... but she doesn't say it like a mother would say to a son. She doesn't mean what a mother would mean saying that."

"Maybe some would." Lorelei continued to reward Michelle's admissions. "What then?"

"He's strong, but shy. Says he's still a virgin and doesn't know, oh, doesn't know what to do. His mother offers to show him. They start with kissing. It seems wrong, but she tells him it's a mother's duty... she starts getting out of her dress, showing him a woman's body, seducing him. Says a mother owes it to her son to teach him everything. She takes him in her mouth, tells him they can practice. They make love on the wedding bed."

"You watch all of this with Alex?"

"Yes. He doesn't know. I sneak up, pull his pile of clothes away. He strokes himself and he looks so majestic and powerful. I'm wearing the lingerie I bought today. I feel beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

She groaned appreciatively in response. "I move behind him, slip my hands over his shoulders. 'Sssshhhh, don't stop, it's okay. It's okay. Don't be embarrassed, I do it, too.' He looks up at me and slows. He doesn't know what to do. I put my hand over his and guide him in long strokes.

"I slip around and let him see me. I ask him if he's ever been with a woman. He says no. I ask if he's curious, and he says yes. I offer to let him touch me. His hands go up my hips... oh..." Michelle's hand drifted down to Lorelei's and covered it to encourage her to do more. The succubus responded, hooking her fingers to stroke more effectively while the bottom of her palm ground against Michelle's clit.

"He says, 'Isn't this wrong, Mom?' I smile, and straddle him, and I say, 'Not if it's just a secret between us.' Then my hands slide down my sides. I hook into the strings of my bikini panties and I pull the laces. I hover over his dick... oh yes..."

"Do you fuck him, Michelle?" Lorelei asks. The stimulation from her hand increased. The blonde began to sweat.

"Oh god, yes! Yes!"

"Think of it now," Lorelei urged her. "Think about fucking Alex." Michelle writhed against her, needing more and more as her fantasy replayed vividly through her mind. Her body began to tremble.

"He's inside you, so deep. Needs you. Loves you. He loves his mother."

When the climax shook through her, Michelle rode it with abandon, so intensely that she very nearly woke up entirely. Lorelei leaned in and pressed her mouth against Michelle's, kissing her. Their naked flesh wrapped around one another, Lorelei catering to Michelle's post-orgasm needs.

"So good," Lorelei hissed. "So good. I'm so pleased, Michelle."

"Yes," Michelle whimpered. "I want to please you."

"Do you want to taste me again?" Lorelei asked.

"Yes. Oh, god, yes."

The succubus smiled and pulled herself free. She reversed herself on the bed, sitting up and then laying back again while keeping one hand hooked around Michelle's neck. She spread her legs open and guided the deliriously willing mother to her pussy, which had been so thoroughly enjoyed already tonight by another.

"Good girl, Michelle," Lorelei encouraged her as her partner licked and kissed. "That's nice. So nice. Ah, there. Do I taste nice?" The mother made noises of affirmation, not wanting to separate for a second from that smooth, intoxicating flesh. "Good. You are doing so well Michelle.

"Michelle... " Lorelei moans softly, "we'll have to start out slow as we have a long night..." Lorelei gasps softly when Michelle pushes her tongue deeply into her pussy and softly says, "Don't forget to enjoy the taste of your son as you lick my pussy."