The Angel Seduces the MILF
Jarod Carlyle
I waited for my wife's answer. She wasn't home. I had Josiel's help to free my wife from sexual slavery to her incubus son. The angel, who appeared as a nubile schoolgirl, had given me everything I needed. So, of course, Anna wasn't home.
"I really need to speak to you,"
I said and sent that text.
"Sorry,"
appeared a moment later.
"I'm out shopping for dildos. I think I'm going to fuck Debbie with this!"
A picture of a fleshy dildo printed on a cardboard box appeared. It looked big and thick. A wave of humiliation washed through me as I wanted to see my wife fucking another woman with the strap-on. This was what the demon who had visited us nearly twenty years ago had done to us.
He had perverted us both, turning me into a cuckold and my wife into a whore that just craved the demon's cock. And her son's own infernal dick. Damian was an incubus who had to be stopped. My step-son couldn't help what he was.
He was corrupted by demonic blood.
Like in Genesis 6, the Sons of God once again lain with the Daughters of Man and produced abominations that had to be cleansed from the world. The Lord promised to never send his floodwaters again, so other methods had to be used. Joshua had tried to kill them all during the conquest. David and his Mighty Men had slain many of them. Goliath the chief of those infernal creations.
Now it was my turn to take up the calling.
"Isn't that hot?"
my wife sent next.
"The dildo's almost as big as our son's cock!"
"Your son,"
I sent back.
"My wonderful, glorious son."
She sent me a winky emoji.
"I want to see you fuck her with it, so hurry home,"
I sent back, my dick so damned hard.
"You're such a cuck. I'll be home soon. Love you."
"Love you,"
I texted and sank onto the chair, so ashamed of how hard I was.
* * *
Anna Carlyle
"Your husband is such a cuck," Debbie Mitchel said. She was one of my son's approved lovers. I had failed to keep him from claiming Debbie and her daughter Alyta, but we had things under control now.
Alyta worked hard at the college they attended to keep my son satiated so he wouldn't need any other women. Then Debbie and I took over in the evenings. It was perfect. The three of us had Damian all to ourselves.
"I can't believe he wants to watch you fuck me with this." Debbie glanced at the young woman behind the counter at the sex shop. "Can you believe it?"
"It takes all kinds," the girl said. She had black lipstick on. Black. And those awful piercings ruined the beauty of her face. Definitely the sort of girl that I had to keep my son away from. "I know I'd like to see you fuck her with it."
A flush of warmth washed through me as I noticed she had a tongue stud. She was too trashy for my son, but... I shuddered and pushed down that stab of lust. I wasn't a wanton hussy fucking every woman out there.
Just my son's two lovers.
"Sadly, my husband awaits us," I said, surprised he wanted to see me. It sounded like he wasn't happy, though.
"Pity," the girl said. "Though, I get it. Cucking your husband and throwing your lesbianism in his face is hot."
"We're straight," I said and took the purchase. My husband would pay off the credit card.
"Right, right," the girl said and winked at us.
I marched out of there with Debbie. My lover took my hand and shook her head. It was clear she was disgusted to be called a lesbian, too. That girl had some nerve to label us like that. We weren't some weird freaks. We were two MILFs sharing the same young man.
The same studly incubus.
We headed outside to Debbie's waiting minivan. We had made love in this. That had been fun, but we didn't have to fuck in the backseat. We had my home. She started up the car with a push of a button, and we were off.
I wanted to tear open the box, but I was patient. For one thing, it wouldn't be good to be
seen
with it. I mean, that would be embarrassing if people thought I would use something like this. I mean, I would, of course, but in private where naughty things could be done.
I was still a preacher's respectable wife, after all.
Finally, Debbie pulled into the driveway, my pussy soaking my panties. Debbie flashed me a grin and leaned over. She had tinted windows, so no one could see the quick smooch she planted on my mouth. I shuddered at that warmth.
It felt so good.
She broke the kiss and winked at me before she opened her door. I did the same, holding the nondescript, black bag. I rushed to the door and found my husband sitting inside. He was on his recliner. He looked at me with hesitation.