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Subject: {ASSM} WYSIWYG, Chapter 4 (final).  By JValet.  mF, inc, fdom, mc, be, mag, whatever
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Chapter 4

Sometime late that afternoon, Jay poked his head in the front
door of the house. His heart pounded with trepidation.  And not a
little arousal.  This afternoon's... hallucination or whatever
had been the most terrifyingly erotic thing he'd ever seen, and
while it had made him so horny he'd had to go beat off in the
boy's room before leaving school, he had no intention of
repeating the experience.

Not that he thought he'd be able to stop it if it happened again;
this afternoon had been accompanied by the most overwhelming
sense of helplessness he'd ever had. It was as if his mom had
somehow trapped him, had seduced his senses, transfixing him with
her erotic aura.  And it felt good.  That was the dangerous
thing.  It had felt so good, he could have stayed there forever,
watching his mom play with the semen that coated her skin,
slurping it off her fingers, spreading it over her jiggling
breast-meat until they dripped with goo, sucking it out of his
cock...

Fuck.  "Gotta watch that."  He said to himself.  Jay wasn't sure
what was going on, but his mom was at the centre of it, and he
was pretty sure the best way to do that was to avoid his mom
altogether, regardless of how good she might look with that skirt
hiked over her ass, legs spread wide, inviting him to...

Fuck.

The atmosphere in the house was heavy with the aroma of dinner. 
Which meant that someone was home.  Maybe if he could sneak
upstairs...

"Close the door, sweetie.  We're not inviting the whole
neighbourhood to supper." Kerri's voice rang out from the
kitchen.

Fuck.

"What's for dinner?"  He called out, trying to sound normal.

"It's a surprise," came the reply.  "But I'm sure you'll like
it."

I've had all the surprises I can take for one day, he thought.

"So," she said, walking into the living room.  She'd changed into
a light, peachy, wraparound sundress that was, in itself, fairly
innocuous, but did little to conceal the weighty, shifting mass
of her new tits, and the ruffled hem swirled about her knees in
the most inviting way.  For some reason Jay didn't fathom, after
kicking off her work heels, his mom had slipped into an even
taller pair of black sandals.

"So?"  He repeated suspiciously, dropping his bag.

"So how was school?"  She took Jay by the elbow and steered him
towards the easy chair in the corner of the room.

He sat down, and his mom perched on the arm of the chair.  "Fine,
I guess."  He was acutely aware of the exposed flesh of her
thighs that appeared as she sat. "Um, I'm just going to wait in
my room until din-"

"Hang on," Kerri said, pushing him back down easily.  "I need
your opinion on something."

"What?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing awful.  Just close your eyes, and sit
there."

Reluctantly, Jay obeyed.  Just as well to go with the flow.  He
felt his mom jump from the chair, and was actually a little
relieved that he hadn't had to watch her skirt flare up, offering
tantalizing glimpses of her panties, her thighs, her ass. Mostly
relieved, anyway.

Her heels clacked against the hardwood as she took a couple of
steps away, and then, moments later, there was a quiet 'flumpf.'

Trembling with fear?  Anticipation?  Arousal?  Jay waited, very
much aware of what that sound probably meant.

"Okay, open your eyes."

The bikini she was wearing was not obscene, but left little
enough to the imagination. Her perky D-cups were pushed up and
out by a pair of black latex triangles, cut low so as to display
a maximum of lightly-tanned breast flesh without actually letting
her nipples out to play.  Her fat tits spilt over the edge over
so slightly, and Jay was reasonably sure they would come pouring
out at the least provocation.  The tiny bikini bottom dipped so
low on her hips that there was more than a hand's breadth between
her navel and the top of the shimmering black latex.  Kerri was
standing with her legs slightly apart, just enough for Jay to see
how the skin-tight material cupped - and split - the fleshy lips
of her cunt.

"Ta-da!  What do you think?"  She asked, putting her hands on her
hips; her tits jiggled ever so slightly at the movement.

"It's, ah, nice?" He replied, searching for a word that wasn't
"hot."

"Just 'nice'?"  She arched her eyebrow knowingly.  "Hang on.  You
haven't seen the best part, yet."  When she turned around, Jay
almost lost his load right there and then. Not only were her
perfect curves molded perfectly by the second-skin latex, but
they only _just_ covered her bare assets, rubbing eagerly against
each other as she moved. Across the top, the words "Devil Woman"
were stenciled in red script, arching over the smooth surface of
her ass cheeks.  Jay was so cock-shocked that he almost didn't
notice the tattoo that began at his mother's tailbone, and dipped
into parts unknown beneath the bikini.

"Well?"  She asked archly, slowly turning back around.  "Still
think it's just 'nice?'"

"What?"  He tore his eyes from her tits.  "Nonono. They're great,
mom...fantastic... perfect..."  He was so distracted by all the
flesh on display before him that he didn't even catch his own
Freudian slip.

"Good.  I'm so glad you like it...though, you don't think it's
too small, do you?" Her hands slowly made their way up her torso
to cup her breasts.  "I mean, it doesn't show off too much, does
it?  Should I get a cover-up?"

"No!"  The vehemence of his reply surprised even Jay.  "I mean,
no. You're fine... the way you are."

"Really?  You don't think all the men on the beach will be trying
to get a look at my big, beautiful, tits, do you?  Trying to see
if they'll catch a glimpse of even just a nipple, wondering what
colour they are?"

"Er, well, ah," Jay didn't know how to answer that.

"What about the boys, then?"  She scraped her fingernails down
her abdomen, to her slick, black pussy.  "Do you think all the
little boys will be staring?  Unable to take their eyes from me?
Unable to resist the stirring in their sweet little boy cocks?"

"I-I-I-" he stammered, unable to think of a coherent answer, his
brain filling with images of his mother, walking along a row of
young cocks, inspecting each in turn, some with her hands, some
with her mouth, some with...

"How about you, sweetie?"  His mom turned around, and bent over
at the waist, running her hand down an outstretched leg as she
did.  "Do _you_ like seeing mommy in her new bikini?  In her new
body?  Doesn't it just make you want to take your cock out and
beat it raw?"

"No," he struggled to get the word out, but there it was.  He
couldn't want that, to beat his meat to his mom, to spray her
with his jizz, to reach out and touch... and yet, there was his
hand, wriggling inside his pants, taking hold of his teenage
fuckstick, harder and hotter than it had ever been before.

"No?"  She grinned.  "You think you can resist?  You think you
can help staring at mommy...thinking about me...about my
succulent ass...about my ripe, juicy pussy? You think you can
resist my cunt when it calls, boy?"

"Please, Jay...my boy...my son..." a softer voice, this one like
silk, dripping with need, sounded inside his head.  "Come to me,
Jay...come to mommy's cunt... come back to where you belong...I'm
sooooo wet for you, little boy...can't you see me, leaking my
sweet, sweet juice down your mommy's thigh?  Can't you imagine
lapping it all up, tasting her sweet flesh all the way up until
you reach the fountain at the top?  You know you can't help
yourself, Jay...just give in... mommy's cunny needs you...come to
me...come..."

Suddenly, he found himself kneeling on the floor, then crawling
towards Kerri, his eyes locked on the streaming fluid that was
puddling between her toes.

"That's right, my son... give in...lap up all my cream, clean
mommy's foot with your tongue...it makes me soooo much wetter for
you...mmmmmm, your tongue is slithering all over her foot,
sucking up all the pussy juice it can find, it's making me
quiver, boy...oh, fuck...I'm gushing...that's right, now lick it
off her leg, catch all that I'm giving you, son...I taste soooo
sweet, don't I?  Yessssss...up her thigh, quick! Now, look at
me...she's spreading me wiiiiide with her fingers, look into the
pink flesh of your mommy's cunt, at my juicy little clit, at
mommy's pulsating little cunt hole...you can't resist, my
boy...taste me...lick me...fall into your mommy's silken trap of
seduction...YESSS!  Jam that tongue deep inside me! Suck it all
down!  Drive it in as far as you can...wiggle it...just-just like
that, YES!  Oh, fuck, Jay...can't you feel it?  This is sooo
wrong, your face buried in your mother's hot, wet, pussy, but you
can't resist, can you?  Oh, fuck, yes!  You could just stay here
forever, couldn't you, bathing in your mommy's juices?  Oh FUCK!
You're making mommy cum, Jay...make mommy cum!  Make me Cum! 
CUM! CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Somewhere deep inside of him, Jay felt
deep, everlasting shame for what he was doing, even as he
greedily drank whatever his mother fed him; it was wrong, he knew
it, but there was no denying the siren song of her body...

Kerri's body sang with energy as she came, jamming her son's face
as deeply into her cunt as it would go.  She had felt the sweet
erotic energy of her class flow into her this afternoon, and she
was almost ready...just this one more, and it would be time.

"Now, my son," she pronounced, taking his face away from her
still-spasming cunt. "Stand up and give mommy what she
needs...hot COCK!"

Jay eagerly scrambled out from underneath her, and, pulling his
pants down to his knees, took his iron-hard dick, and aimed it,
as best he could, at her weeping gash, ready to return to the
womb that bore him, one seething with sin and debauchery, but he
didn't care any more - he had to be inside her, NOW.

His cock slipped easily into her gaping, sloshy cunt, but it
quickly clamped down on his meat.  Instinctively, he took hold of
her hips, and started pistoning his dick into her as fast as he
could.

"Oh, FUCK!!  Pound mommy's pussy, baby!  Ram it deep!  You know
you want it! You know you need mommy's cunt...do you want this
forever?"  Her asscheeks rippled underneath the force of his
thrusts.  "Do you want to fuck mommy in her new body forever? To
feel like this for the rest of your days?"  Her cunt squeezed his
dick like a hand, muscles rippling along the length.

"Yes, mommy!  I want this!  I need this!"  Jay punctuated each
statement with another thrust, each harder than the last.

"Then all you have to do, my sweet baby, my sweet, innocent
child, is spill your seed into mommy's pussy!  Squirt your jizz
into my pussy, son...fill me up with your cum... put so much
son-semen in me that I can _taste_ it!  Cum for me!  Cum for you
mother! Cum!  CUM!  CUMMMMM!!!"  That tipped Jay over the edge,
and with a loud yell that shook the house, pumped rope after rope
of hot creamy jizz into his mother's cunt.

Kerri shook with the magical vibrations running through her body
as she felt her son's innocence pass into her cunt; something
dark had been growing in her cunt all day long, feeding on the
sexual energies of the innocent lads in her class, as well as
Jay, and it felt like it was about to...

BURST!!!

Even as Jay was squirting the last of his load into mommy's cunt,
he felt something inside suck him back in; Kerri's body bucked
wildly and she shrieked with pleasure. Hot, red light burst from
her opened lips, and she could feel something shifting within her
self, eating away at the last of her soul, assimilating her
entirely.

Jaw was being sucked back to hardness when the tail tattoo on his
mother's back suddenly bulged, and then erupted into a four-foot
long black tail.  It whipped around his body, snaking between his
legs, wrapping itself around his balls to massage them gently.
Enormous black wings sprang from her shoulderblades, a
twenty-foot wingspan if it was an inch.  Any final imperfections
in her skin vanished as her legs lengthened; Jay's cock, firmly
embedded in the pussy that was now so skillfully fellating him,
was carried up those extra six inches as he rose in the air,
suspended by his sex-tackle.  Her sandals were crushed by her
growing feet, when a spine burst forth from her heel, giving her
a permanent seven-inch lift.

"You're mine, now, 'my son,'" she mocked, her face the picture of
inhuman beauty, long curling horns growing among the fiery red
locks.  The succubus grinned ferally.  She would feed from this
mortal for the rest of his life, now, taking the energy she
needed to follow the astral seeds she had planted into each boy
in her class, so she could enter the dreams of _their_ mothers...

Underton was about to become one motherfucker of a town!

The End (For now.)

This story owes its existence to two sources: First, bt127, whose
story on Lit, "Dawn of the Succubi" provided much of the
inspiration for this tale. Secondly, to another anonymous
individual, a longtime fan whose fantasies have fuelled almost
all of my fiction, and to whom this chapter in particular is
dedicated.

As ususal, all comments can be directed to: jvalet45@netscape.net

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