I went to a party Halloween night, it was the best party I'd been at for years. The hostess and I really hit off and after a couple hours I found myself in her bed. She nearly drove me crazy fingering me until I was about to orgasm, then she would pull her hand out from beneath my skirt (I was sans panty and bra), kiss me passionately, and grind against me. She wouldn't let me make her orgasm either, but we made out like this for about an hour, then she had to go back to the party. Needless to say, I was probably the horniest I have ever been in my lifetime, and to make matters worse, every time she passed me she would pin me against the wall and passionately kiss me while giving me a rough, quick fondling. By the time the party was over, I was very much in need for sex, but her husband woke back from his drunken stupor and she left me cold.

The taxi ride home was agonizingly slow, traffic seemed to barely crawl along, but was probably just an illusion created by my extreme condition of need. I was just drunk enough to start to be uninhibited, but not enough for me to be at ease with a public display of my sex. Every few minutes, when the driver was not looking, I would rub myself--continuing the agony and sexual tension the hostess of the party had started. By the time I arrived home, I was very much ready for a good toy session in private.

As soon as I opened the door I started stripping. I left my heels in the hall by the door, and my top at my bedroom door, my skirt on the floor before I reached my bed.

I opened my toy drawer and took out a ball, that is about 4 inches across. I pushed it beneath me, and started to grind against it remembering my tormenter from the party. I soon had a hold of both my nipples roughly twisting and pulling.

My torment was so exquisite! I reached for my toy drawer, but to my delight and surprise my hand brushed across a real cock. At that point I so did not care who's it was, I just wanted to feel it in me and start my screaming orgasm. I climbed off the bed and knelt down in front of whoever it was and just started sucking. His cum shot down my throat and filled my mouth. I swallowed it down. I stood to give him a kiss, but he just pushed me back onto the bed. I felt his weight on top of me and I closed my eyes. My spread my legs ready for his cock. I wanted it. I needed it.

As soon as I felt him inside me, I orgasmed. I squirmed. I thrashed beneath him, his gorgeous cock giving me the pleasure and release I so needed.

I opened my eyes to see who could be bringing me such rapture. It was my son, my 177 year old son! I tried to get away, but he held me beneath him. His cock grinding into me. I couldn't help it, I orgasmed again and again as he used me, made me his slut. He left me laying in a puddle of his cum.

His cock fills me like his father. The pleasure it brings is something I have missed since the divorce. He has me now. He knows the pleasure he gsve me and I am his slut.

The next morning started with my attempt to talk to him, but he pulled me onto the couch. I was naked in moments and his cock in me before I could blink. I wrapped my legs around him and took the ride. I am his slut. I worship his cock.

I thought I could prevent anything further, but my first confession was not to be my last. I am a succubus and a victim. I am going to hell.