“Maggie, take off your clothes! Lena, come with me outside!”
The blonde sisters had been too busy procrastinating college assignments on their respective phones to notice their single mother was an hour late from work. Sylvia never even raised her voice before, so the impact had her daughters' butts jumping off the couch before their minds had time to process the actual request.
After adjusting her glasses, Lena gasped at her mother’s dishevelment. The businesswoman’s white shirt had been soaked to transparency by rainwater, the braless breasts underneath censored only by dirt. A long rip in her pencil skirt had her entire left leg exposed from upper thigh to bare, muddy toes. Whatever was happening, this was not a drill.
“Why do I have to get naked?” The younger sister asked as her sibling obediently jumped over the couch toward the door. Maggie’s task was a bit more perplexing than just ‘Come with me’. Her all-girl family hadn’t seen her naked since she learned to get dressed on her own. It’s Lena who was always putting her genetic lottery prizes on display.
“Because your sister has stronger arms!” her mother snapped back, doing nothing to alleviate Maggie’s confusion. And, with the slam of the door, Sylvia and Lena ran out of the small apartment, leaving the frowning girl to her chore: exposing her lithe ballerina body, piece by piece, with a racing heart.
“That’s it. Almost there... On the couch. Lift him just a bit higher.” The mother was still barking orders, this time at her eldest daughter Lena who looked more traumatized than when she rushed out a couple of minutes ago. This might have something to do with the sinewy onyx-skinned man she was heaving by the legs, especially the part about him being fully nude.
“Oh my god! Who is that?” Maggie asked, instinctively helping her struggling family members lift the stranger to couch level. She narrowly avoided touching the man’s butt with her hands but had her face uncomfortably close to his crotch. The panties weren’t coming off without explicit confirmation, but she had taken everything else off. Her skin goosebumped and the nipples of her small breasts hardened in the presence of such a specimen. Unless she slept through an important part of Anatomy 101, the flaccid penis of a normal man wasn’t as long and thick as a forearm, and he should not have two of them. “Mom?” There were a thousand questions in this single word.
“Maggie, why do you still have underwear on!? Quickly! He’s barely breathing! He needs to feel your skin on his chest while your sister and I rub his cocks with our breasts.” Sylvia was already unbuttoning the wet shirt clinging to her impressive chest. It had been splashed by multiple passing vehicles while she pulled a body into the back seat of her car.
“W-what?” It was Lena’s turn to get a reality check at the mention of her breasts and what was expected of them. Her mom’s genes had been useful gifts she loved to figuratively rub in her sister’s face, but not literally on some random dirty guy’s freaky crotch.
“Goddammit girls, maybe watch the news once a month; the incubus slave trade has been a huge scandal.” Having pulled her arms out of both sticky sleeves, Sylvia was now taking charge of removing Lena’s sweater and Maggie’s panties since neither girl seemed to grasp the urgency of the situation.
“This is an incubus?” Maggie asked covering her hairless crotch from the unconscious demon in case he suddenly opened his eyes. She was now noticing his clipped wing stubs and sawed-off horns.
“Yes!” Sylvia barked back while dealing with Lena’s DDD-cup brassiere. “They found a way to summon these beings from some dark realm and enslaved the poor things as sex toys for depraved perverts. This one must have been dumped on the side of the road by a jealous husband.”
Hugging her chest pillows, Lena pleaded a last alternative. It sounded to her like her mother was doing an adult version of ‘Can we keep him, pretty please?’. “Shouldn’t we take him to a hospital?”
“They feed on sexual energy, Lena. Real hospitals aren’t full of horny doctors like in TV shows.” Taking Lena by the shoulders, mother and daughter’s breasts pressed against each other. “But if the three of us work together. We can bring him back from the brink. We can save him. Follow my lead.” Then Sylvia turned to her youngest: “Enough starring, Maggie! Lie down on his chest and kiss him the way I caught you doing with your bolster pillow.”
The rapidly blushing girl decided against denying the undeniable moment she was caught red-lipped with a pillow man between her thighs. Reluctantly, she climbed over the sculpted demonic body with the intention of faking the kisses, hoping her unhinged mother would be too busy with the happy-ending massage to notice.
Maggie gasped as her legs brushed the glacial skin of someone who spent hours naked outdoors. But, after the initial heat transfer, like the first cold splash of a hot shower, the warmth deep inside the creature’s flesh radiated through to intermix with the warmth of her thighs. She hovered hesitantly for a few seconds before lowering her splayed crotch on the washboard muscles, gasping again as if sitting naked on an ice cube. The ice melted quickly, however, and so did her apprehension. Skin-to-skin contact with a nude incubus was her most erotic experience to date, far more intense than any pillow session. Despite her previous decision not to kiss at first sight, she leaned in and warmed more of her seat with her squished tangerines, gasping yet again but with moaning undertones. She closed her eyes, hoped her sister would not notice her moistening pussy, then focused on warming the inviting incubus lips.
Lena watched her mom like an extreme sex education instruction video. From a kneeling position between the incubus’ legs, the woman looked like she was trying to start a campfire with her breasts. Any cock from this realm would have completely disappeared in the two-handed pillow hug, but the massive black snake, floppy as it was, had a couple of inches of tip poking out the squishy muffin top. Hearing her little sister’s moans, she turned her head and saw that the girl was nailing her assignment, rubbing her wet crotch all over the incubus’ abdomen in a passionate one-way kiss. Lena’s competitive spirit inflamed. She nodded with determination, felt the weight of her breasts in her hands, then slapped them on the unattended incubus penis.
Ignoring her mother’s boobs occasionally spilling on her hands and her sister’s butthole weaving way too close for comfort, Lena hoisted her assigned cock upward between her melons like a wobbly flagpole. Heavy. What would it look like erect? This was the first of many awakening dirty thoughts. She mimicked the way her even bustier neighbor massaged the cock as if using soapy loofahs while simultaneously bobbing up and down the shaft. Lena quickly mastered her mother's technique but gave up on matching the woman's overzealous tempo.
“He’s getting hard!” Sylvia exclaimed after ten minutes of the incubus getting the platinum package at this massage parlor. “Do you feel it?”
Lena had noticed it too. The cock between her breasts had enlarged to a size wider than her sternum. Cross-eyed, she fixated on the glans’ engorging pulses.
“What do we do now,” Lena asked her mother but rescinded her question when she saw the woman slurping on the oozing, cleavage-protruding tip. Thankfully, Sylvia didn’t ask her to start sucking but to press the tip of her appointed erection against her sister’s vulva.
Lena was certain that Maggie would loudly object to losing her presumed virginity to an oversized pornstar cock, but the girl appeared to be in a world of her own atop Mount Incubus. Better her pussy than my mouth, she thought without knowing this same cock would eventually spend thousands of hours in each of her own holes.
At first, Lena was just smearing pussy juices on the mismatched glans. It was already hard to believe that her mom’s mouth managed to stretch so obscenely over the other cock; Maggie’s slit stood no chance, until.. plop. Immediately after penetration, Lena could hear the gushings of climax through her sister’s navel and her mother’s throat. Maggie moaned hard, and Sylvia struggled to swallow fast enough. The only thing she could think of to help was to use her breasts on the portion of the shaft that had yet to penetrate her sister’s tight snatch.
Like the hopeful blip on a heartbeat monitor, the ejaculation had vindicated their efforts, but the incubus would take more than one defibrillator shock to resuscitate.
As soon as Sylvia could speak (she had to swallow several times even after disconnecting her lips from the cock), she ordered Lena to take over. “No not like that,” she clarified. “Like your sister. I want you both riding him hard. Maggie's too low to reach his mouth now, so I’ll take over the kissing.”
“No way...” but it’s not like Lena could claim this was impossible with her fun-size sister sinking deeper on the girthy cock with every twerk of her hips. Besides, she had no one to argue with; Sylvia was already at the other end of the body giving some tongue-heavy mouth-to-mouth in Spider-Man fashion with her breasts acting as an incubus neck pillow.
Lena didn’t want ‘fuck a demon back to life’ on her resume, but neither did her sister, at first, and now that introvert looked like she would claw at anyone trying to unscrew her. “Fuck me...” She stood on the couch and slowly crouched using a guiding hand on the cock once in reach. The fat sausage was slick with cum and her mother’s spit, which made her reel in disgust until she acknowledged that lubrication was a blessing in this situation. She recognized her gasp when the cock head pressed against her pussy lips; her sister had made the same one. “A little bit more,” she said. “A little bit more,” she moaned. Until there was no more little bit more. She had taken it all and it felt... so fucking good. With her breasts rubbing on her sister’s back, she rocked that cock, eager to be on the receiving end of these internal gushes she listened to before.
On the sixth ejaculation. The incubus grabbed Lena’s ass and dug deep into the flesh of her cheek. He was alive, and apparently still horny.
“Hi everyone. We have a new member in our family.” In the doorway, Sylvia held the hand of a dark, naked, 6-foot demon. “I swung by the shelter after work. I know, I know, I said wasn’t going to adopt any more. But then I saw this little guy and I just couldn’t bear to see him trembling in his cage from sexual withdrawal.”
Her two daughters rolled their eyes for two reasons. One, their mother always came back with a new incubus when she went to the shelter ‘just to look’. Two, it was an orgasmic reaction to getting railed by massive double-cocks.
Maggie was sandwiched, legs dangling high above the living room floor, between two standing sex gods, the largest of their mom’s collection. Veinous monoliths stretched both her pussy and ass and cum overflow dripped from her toes as her body bounced between the muscular chests.
Lena was on the floor, taking care of four recently rescued demons. The one at her back had his two cocks in her ass. A kneeling incubus between her legs was double-fucking her pussy. Another kneeling incubus had a cock in her throat while she jerked off the spare member with both her hands. A final incubus sat on her belly, using her squished breasts as a fleshlight.
When incubuses recover their full strength, they have an insatiable appetite for sexual energy. The girls had to quit college for their mom to keep her job.
The door was still mid-swing when Sylvia ripped open her shirt and took a knee to give her poor neglected new pet a blowjob and a titjob simultaneously. She had turned into a crazy incubus lady. Maggie and Lena hadn’t really spoken about an intervention because, since the day the first incubus came into their lives, the sisters never really had the throat space or mental capacity to speak full sentences.
