Mom's Possession

Daniel clutched the frayed Bible in his hands. His wife--no, the demon--lay sprawled on the bed, her wrists bound, legs spread, a gag biting into her cheeks.

She wasn't struggling anymore, but her eyes, black as obsidian glass, gleamed in the low light, monitoring his every move. Sweat glistened on her skin, her hair matted against her forehead. Her black leather bra barely covered her DDs, which wobbled audaciously as she shifted against the restraints. The air reeked of her perfume: sweet, thick, suffocating.

Daniel whirled around when the door creaked behind him. His son, Evan, stood in the doorway, still in the toga he'd worn to a frat party for Halloween. His short, dirty-blond hair was combed back, and his blue eyes darted from his father to his mother, confusion and disbelief clouding his face.

"Dad?" Evan's voice cracked. "What the hell is going on?"

Daniel raised a hand, his voice strained. "Stay back, Evan. Don't get too close."

Evan's eyes ping-ponged between his father, gripping the Bible like a lifeline, and his mother, tied to the bed, dressed in the skimpiest costume he'd seen all night. His mother's chest heaved, her long legs splayed, showing off the fishnets clinging to her thighs. Her glossy lips, smeared slightly by the gag, were parted in a smirk that sent a shiver down his spine. He averted his gaze.

"Your mother's... not well," his father huffed.

"What are you talking about?" The 20-year-old stepped closer. He had towered over the man by a few inches since high school. His broad shoulders tensed, the toga hanging loosely around his muscular frame. "Shouldn't we take her to a hospital?"

"For what? A doctor?" Daniel chuckled nervously. "A doctor won't help."

Daniel shuffled toward the nightstand and grabbed a glass of water. Inside, a tiny silver cross floated near the rim. With deliberate caution, he dipped his fingers into the water.

"Watch," he muttered as he flicked the water onto his wife's bosom.

Evan flinched as the water sizzled on her skin, evaporating in a hiss of steam. She bucked against the bed, her body thrashing violently, her head tossing side to side. Her hair whipped across her face, and she let out a low, guttural growl before collapsing back onto the mattress.

"What the fuck?" Evan cried.

"She's possessed," Daniel huffed. "I didn't believe it at first either... but it's real. She's been like this for... I don't know... I only managed to restrain her a few hours ago."

Evan's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. "You're serious?"

"That's not your mother," Daniel snapped. "I called my cousin; he's a preacher. He'll be here soon."

Evan looked back at the body of the woman who had raised him, tied up, panting heavily, the bedsheets wet where some of the holy water had landed. Her salacious eyes flicked to his, and a sudden thrill rippled down his spine. She wasn't... right.

"We can't just keep her like this," Evan whispered.

"That's exactly what we do." Daniel rubbed his face, looking frazzled. "I had to gag her. She says... things."

Evan could hear and see how exhaustion had worn his father. "Dad, maybe you should get some air. I can watch her."

Daniel hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But don't get near her. Don't even look at her too long." His eyes flashed with fear. "And whatever you do, don't talk to her."

The college boy watched his father storm out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Now alone with his mother, he swallowed hard. His heart pounded as he took a slow step closer to the bed. She lay still, watching him through dark, smoky eyes. The room was hot, the air heavy and thick with her scent.

Suddenly, she bucked again, violently thrashing against the bed, her head snapping side to side until the gag slipped down her chin and one of her tits spilled free. She gasped, her breath ragged, and then... she stopped.

Evan made it halfway to the door. He was going to fetch his father.

"Evan." Her voice resonated across the room. "Please. Help me."

He turned cautiously. His mother's mascara-lined eyes were wide with desperation, her lips trembling.

"Untie me," she pleaded. "Before he gets back."

Daniel's warning echoed in his head. "I can't..." He felt ashamed. His mother's boob was exposed. He instantly regretted wearing such a thin toga tonight.

She tried flexing against the binds. "He's gone mad," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "He made me dress like this. Forced me into bed and tied me up. He's losing it, Evan. He's having an episode. I don't know what's happening, but... please. It hurts."

He had seen the water sizzle on her skin, but now, looking at her, vulnerable, in pain... Evan didn't know what to think. Was he complicit in some sick game? Had his father gone mad?

"Mom..." He rounded the bed, his fingers brushing the knot on her leg. Why would such a petite woman need such a tight knot? His head felt foggy. Maybe he'd drunk too much at the party. It was hard to think straight.

Delilah's voice softened, breathy and coaxing. "Please, honey. You can trust me. I love you so, so much."

He recoiled. "Dad said not to talk to you."

"Ughh." She looked away as if smacked. "Your father and I... we've been having a difficult time. Since you left for school, it hasn't been the same. I don't think I love him anymore. I told him that we should take a break, and he went into a rage."

"I-I should call the police?" Evan offered.

"NO! Just let me up. I'm sure we can talk him down."

Evan hesitated. Her helpless whimper, like that of a wounded puppy, plucked his heartstrings. He could see the red of a rash on her wrist. Surely he could loosen the bindings a bit. His fingers trembled as they worked the knot loose. The rope slackened.

Before he could react, his mother's hand slipped free and shot under his toga, finding his cock and gripping it firmly through the fabric of his boxers.

"Mom!"

"Good boy!" she hissed, squeezing his cock. Her lips, plump, maroon, and glistening, parted into a smirk.

"Shhhh..." Her nails dug into his underwear. Strands of her dark, wavy hair clung to her forehead. "Call for him, and I'll make sure you sing soprano for the rest of your life."

Evan nodded, and her fingers relaxed.

She shifted on the bed, her fishnet stockings hugging her thighs, the low-cut costume revealing more than a modest wife would ever show. He could tell she was looking for a way to untie the rest of her limbs, but with her free hand locked on his crotch, she didn't have much of a choice.

Evan noticed the glass resting on the night table. He snatched the glass of holy water and doused his mother, splashing its contents all over her torso. The demon let out a sharp hiss as the liquid sizzled and steamed on her skin. But instead of recoiling, she moaned, slow and throaty, her body arching, boobs projecting sensuously against the restraints. His eyes zeroed in on her bare nipple, rosy and peaked and standing at attention.

"Mmm, mommy likes it rough! Unlike that soft slug your father has hanging between his legs. You should've seen her... All those nights he couldn't make her cum."

The thing's hand was like a vice on his dick. Its touch was anything but maternal.

"Evan," she cooed. "I never realized how big you are. So much bigger than your father." Her skilled thumb teased his slit, swirling around the head of his cock.

"Fuuhh." Evan censored himself.

"What's wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?"

"Stop it," he muttered.

"Stop?" she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. "Oh, you don't want me to stop." Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, skin to skin now, stroking his sausage gently. "I know what a boy your age wants. What a boy your age needs."

The room pulsed with heat, the thick scent of her perfume clouding his senses. Evan swallowed hard, shame washing over him as his body began to betray him. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be real. He wrenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of her, trying to summon the strength to pull away.

"Our little secret," she submitted.

"I..." The sensation of her deliberate strokes running up and down his shaft was causing all the blood to rush from his head. He glanced down, horrified to see her black-painted nails curled around his girth.

"There's no need to be ashamed, Evan." Her voice was soft but insidious. "Most teenagers can't help but fantasize about their mothers at some point. I know you've thought about me. An innocent crush. An unchaste fantasy. There is a special bond, after all. There must have been at least a single fleeting thought. A single forbidden scenario you played over in your mind when you stroked your horny young cock to release. Something you told yourself was normal. You couldn't help yourself, could you?

Evan shook his head, his breath hitching. "No... I..."

Her smile widened, teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Liar," she whispered.

She tugged him forward as if she were holding a horse by the reins. Just when he thought this couldn't get any weirder, she brought her lips to the mushroom tip of his cock. The pleasure as she kissed him there, her tongue flicking out, was agonizing. Her hot breath stirred something deep within his loins, making Evan's legs shake. His hands gripped the bedpost for support.

When he looked down, he no longer saw his mother but a slutty demoness. He feasted on the provocative display, her taut figure, her glowing skin. The thought of her wanting him stirred something deep, primal.

"You know, sons aren't the only ones with fantasies. I can see her memories. Every little thing she's kept from Daniel." Her grin widened, showing her teeth. "Delilah's quite a size queen, though she'd never admit it. And if she only knew what you've been packing."

His erection sprang to full mast. "I don't want it." His voice was clumsy, caught in the tangled mess of his thoughts. Evan's vision blurred, the room spinning as pleasure mixed with terror. She moved slowly at first, sucking him gently, but with each bob of her head, she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing further, pumping stronger.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, shame bubbling up inside him. His manhood twitched and pulsed in her mouth.

"See how much you want me?" She rubbed the saliva-coated rod with her cheek and nuzzled his groin, her words filling his mind with poison. His hips gyrated into her face as she began lapping up the underside of his cock like a messy ice cream cone.

As Evan thrust his engorged crown into her mouth, her tongue swirled around him. The sounds, wet and obscene, echoed in the room. Evan's stomach turned, bile rising in his throat, sweat collecting on his brow as a single thought repeated on a loop: this was his mother. He valiantly took a step back, but her lips suctioned onto him like a siphon, enveloping and milking him unlike anything he had ever felt. Warm, wet, inviting, merciless.

Reality faded; the world around him had shrunk to just the two of them. His breath came in shallow gasps. She bobbed her head, her dark locks draping over her eyes. The vivid, horny dream rocked his core, drowning out any thoughts of escape.

Delilah continued deep-throating her handsome son like a champion porn star, only coming up for breath when the first spurts of precum melted on her tongue.

"Tell me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, a throaty growl, almost bestial. "Tell me how much you love mommy."

His face reddened. A batch of innocent memories flickered through his head: late at night when his mother would give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek, the way her nightie clung to her body, the curve of her ass when she bent to pick up his laundry, the swell of her breasts when she would hug him tight. He was supposed to love and respect his mother. Had these thoughts always been with him? Had they incubated like some perverted dormant desire? Or was this something she was doing to him, instilling in him now? His mother was supposed to be out of bounds, untouchable, and off-limits. This was a heinous sin. Yet her mouth was just so pretty, and the way her slick throat wrapped around his girth...

"I love you." The words rolled out of him. His cock swelled of its own volition.

He was met with an icy sneer. "Then denounce your father and cum, cum on mommy's face and tongue."

In an instant, all resistance vanished, crushed by the relentless beat of his racing heart, pounding, coursing through his veins. He seized the demon by the hair and plunged his member balls-deep into her open mouth, his fat cock pushing against her esophagus. She gagged, but her muscles massaged him perfectly. Her lips, glossy and red, squeezed the base as his veiny tool let loose a surge of thick, milky cum in a torrential explosion.

Delilah sucked harder, her toes curling with pleasure. His vision blurred, the room spinning around him as he felt something inside him begin to slip away, piece by piece.

The demon's eyes flashed, tears streaming the corners, her grin widening as she sucked the very essence from him. With every movement, she drained more and more of him: his energy, his will, his soul. Evan was powerless to stop it.

With a final, sickening pull, the demon drained the last of Evan's essence, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she pulled back. Her tongue extended out and licked her palm, black-rimmed eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Delicious."

She wasn't finished playing with him. She pulled Evan once more, her dark hair spilling forward as she mouthed him like a desperate succubus, taking all of him deep into her gullet again.

The door burst open, and Daniel stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale with horror. "Evan!" he shouted, rushing toward his son.

"Pwah!" His mother spat out Evan's limp cock, her maroon lips dripping with saliva and cum. She turned her head, grinning wickedly at Daniel. "Hello, dear."

Daniel's face twisted in rage. "Get away from him!"

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Dad, I'm sorry," she mimicked in mock derision, cum dripping from her lips.

Evan blinked. He could see stars, but everything around him felt black and white. The demon's words sounded far away.

"You pitiful little man. Little Daniel. Poor Daniel. I've been inside her for weeks. Whispering to her. Stroking her desires. I've seen how worthless you are together." Her tone lowered, dripping with mockery.

"Why do you think she left you dressed like this on Halloween, hmm? Why do you think it was so easy for her to switch and abandon you for this hunk of man-meat?"

"Shut up!" Daniel broke.

Evan stumbled out of the room, past his father, and collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. His legs shook, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. He could feel it: the emptiness inside him where something vital had been ripped away. His mother's perfect, forbidden body, her breasts spilling out of that tight leather costume, her fishnet-clad thighs wide open, was seared into his mind. Her perfect, wet, maroon lips.

She hadn't just taken his cum. She'd taken something more. Now, all he could feel was her. There was no guilt, no shame, only the twisted sense of belonging to her. Of wanting her. His father's desperate shouts echoed in the background, but they felt distant, unimportant.

The bond with his father, his sense of self... It was all shattered. He wasn't just her son anymore. He was her servant. Her toy. And he would do anything she asked. Anything.