Mommy Succubus's Hunky Son
Panic fell on me. I stood in the empty hallway. I had gone to use the bathroom, leaving my mommy-succubus out here in the corridor of my college. I came out and find not only her gone, but her phone was lying on the floor. This unsettling fear sank into my stomach.
What is going on?
I needed help. Who could I turn to that I could trust with this?
"Mrs. Spartan!"
I whirled and ran to Mrs. Spartan's classroom. The amazon taught history and was my mother's sex slave now. Mom had corrupted the amazon and her wife, turning the lesbians into bang-maids who would do anything Mom said, including getting fucked by me.
I flew down the halls, running faster than I ever had in my life. I reached the stairs and jumped up to the first landing, turned, and leaped to the second-floor hallway. I raced down it to her classroom. I burst in on her dressed in her sexy French maid's outfit, her legs clad in fishnet stockings, her large breasts held in a low-cut blouse trimmed in frilly lace. She had a dainty apron on, her skirt short and puffy.
"Master?" she gasped at the sight of me. Then she fell to her knees before me, her big boobs heaving.
Every girl was staring at me, too. They were all sighing in lust at me, all of them wanting me. Several of the girls had lights glowing from their wombs. They were ovulating. Fertile. My dick throbbed. I had to focus.
"What is it, Master?" Mrs. Spartan asked.
"My mother's missing." I stared at all those horny girls. "Whichever one of you girls finds my mother in the school, gets to be fucked by me! Go!"
I barked commands like I never had in my life. A dozen nineteen-year-old girls jumped to their feet and rushed for the door, leaving the guys and their things behind. I stood to the side as they flooded out into the hallway and started throwing open doors.
A chorus of, "Henry's mom?" echoed down the hallway.
Then I realized not all of the girls had rushed out. Abby, my first girlfriend, was in the class. She flung herself at me, her body pressed tight. She wasn't trying to jam her tongue down my throat or pull me to the floor.
She was hugging me.
"She's missing, honey?" Abby asked. She rocked me. I had bred her. "That's so terrible."
"It fucking is," I said.
"You have a great idea, Master," she said. "Get more girls on the search."
"Right." I darted down the hallways and threw open the next classroom. Mr. Richter was in the middle of his lecture as I barked out, "Whoever finds my missing mother gets to be fucked by me!"
The girls squealed their delight. The professor cried out his objection, but it was too late. The students were rushing out, and I was heading to the next classroom. I ripped the door open, my heart hammering away in my chest. I surveyed the room and shouted the order.
I was moving onto the fourth class when a group of girls was all running down the hallway. They were pointing down at the far end. "There's something going in Mrs. Hemlock's classroom."
"We can't get in it," a second said.
"The doorknob tingled when I touched it," a third girl said, shaking her head. "It was like electrified or something."
Mrs. Hemlock? Why would it be her classroom?
"And scary noises were coming from in there," another girl said. "Like chanting or something."
"And incense. I smelled incense."
"A ritual," Mrs. Spartan shouted and pushed through the girls. She broke into a run in her maid's uniform, the frilly skirt fluttering behind her.
Abby still clung to my arm. I just scooped her up in my arms and ran after, blurring down the hallway until I had caught up with Mrs. Spartan. She was already stopping to a halt at the other end of the hallway.
"Holy shit, how fast are you, honey?" Abby asked, her red hair sweeping around her face.
"My mother's in danger," I growled. Mrs. Spartan grabbed the doorknob and then gasped, jerking her hand back. Smoke rose from a red palm.
"Enchanted," she said. "There's a witch in there."
My stomach lurched. "My mother said witches are dangerous."
"They are," Mrs. Spartan said. She glanced at me. "You haven't fucked her, have you, Master?"
I groaned. "Yesterday, she collected my cum that leaked out of her pussy with a vial. Now she has my mother?"
"She's used your cum," said Mrs. Spartan. She bit her lip. "She's not after you. She's used you to get her hands on a succubus. And that's bad."
"Why?" I asked.
"All witches are married," said Mrs. Spartan. "But do you know
who
they marry?"
"I thought her husband's name was Luke or something," I said. "That he was just a guy."
"Luke. Lucifer." Mrs. Spartan arched her eyebrow.
"Mrs. Hemlock is married to the fucking devil?"
"And you're about to have a new father-in-law."
Anger shot through me. "Fuck that. She's
my
mommy-succubus. No other guy but me gets to touch her."
"That's right," Abby said, still in my arms. Christ, she was light.
I sat her down and then I slammed my foot into the door. Nothing would stop me from saving my mother. The lock might have been enhanced, but it was no match for the power of my foot. I broke through the door, hardly even caring that I had such enhanced strength. I had been awakening to my powers as a cambion since Sunday night.
I strode through the wreckage to find all the desks had been shoved out of the way, stacked on each other in the corner. In the middle of the room was a circle drawn in red. A pentagram with my mother lying in her succubus form in the middle of it, her wings spread wide, her hands clasped on her belly. She looked dead but her breasts rose and fell.
Mrs. Hemlock stood at the front of the circle, Fred, Troy, Hector, and George were all kneeling before them. I blinked at the sight of my friend. Hector had fucked Mrs. Hemlock before class. Fred and Troy had done it during English.
