Welcome to

You walk through the front door of your house. The sizzle of bacon hits your nose as you spy your mother, Aerian, and your girlfriend, Sarah, making brunch together.

Your mother was a beautiful woman. One whome many would call a MILF. Despite her age, father time has been very kind to her. Natural chestnut hair that ran down her back without a grey strand in sight. Hips and curves that still got heads to turn whenever they went to the beach and she was still slim enough to be called cute.

Sarah was the same. A blonde bombshell in all but attitude and attire. As both ladies were in casual fruffy dresses that despite their lack of intent, had difficulty hiding the physiques of the women they were draped over.

As you passed by, Sarah noticed you. Her smile got brighter at the sight of you. "Hey, Jake. Welcome back."

Your mother flinched at the sudden change of direction in the conversation, then she too turned to you and offered her well wishes before adding that brunch would be ready soon.

With a warm wave you leaves the ladies to their business. Climbing the stairs to the second floor of the house you came up to the door of your room.

Stepping inside, you felt your shoulders sag as if a weight were pressing down on you. Dropping your bags on the floor, you flop on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

It had only been three days. Three days since your grandmother passed away. The woman who had done so much for you and the rest of your family after your grandfather, the only male role model you had, passed away when you were an adolescent.

You still missed her. A well mannered woman who always knew what to say and do to amend a situation. The epitome of wisdom and wit. Everything your mother was not, else she would have not chosen a man who would run the second he heard she was pregnant.

Despite the mild attitude of your grandmother, you always suspected that she held a mischievious side to her. The way she would wink at you whenever Sarah made those clumsy first attempts at flirting. That and she was always on your side, no matter what. That above all else would be what you missed most about her. The thought of having someone who's got your back. Such a thing is becoming a rarity in the world.

You're sure the rest of them feel the same, but they need not dwell on it. But you can't shake the feeling that you lost something you weren't supposed to.

As your hands wander the bedsheets in contemplation, you brush up against something solid under your pillow.

Sitting up, you push the pillow aside and find something very strange. Under the pillow was a crimson book with a note next to it.

With a furrowed brow, you pick uo the note and read it.

To my darling grandson.

I understand that you might be wondering where this book came from and how it got under your pillow. Trust me, even from beyond the grave I have my ways. ;)

You smile as you recongise the handwriting. Your willy grandmother strikes again even after she is gone.

Now, this book is my last gift to you as your grandmother. It belonged to your grandfather and his father before him. I had intended to give it to your father when your mother had settled down with a good man. However, as we all know, she was never the best at picking men. Believe me, I tried to convince her, but she was in her rebellious phase and your grandfather made the mistake of stopping me correcting her behaviour. Trust me, my dear, had he not held me back your mother would never have needed to rely on us.

You stiffle a chuckle. "You never let us forget that. It really made her sob at the funeral."

So, I held into it until I felt you were old enough to have it. Sorry that such a time had to be when I leave you, but it is for the best. Because this book is special and if you want to make use of it I cannot be around as I am.

You glance down at the book. It has an artistic level of decoration on it. It almost looked like the bars of an elegant prison and an eye in the center of a diamond. There was something magnetic about it. Like it was calling to you, begging you to open it.

I can't say much, but know that it was thanks to this book that I and your grandfather had such a happy marriage. I had a hunch that you were close to making that lovely girl, Sarah, your one and only. Consider this my acceptance for her as part of the family when you two go take your vows.

Love you, now and forever. Your grandmother.

You had to fight back the tears that began to swell in your eyes when you were done reading. Placing the note down with a gentleness brought by fondness of its author. Damn you missed her.

Turning your attention to the book, you picked it up and felt its material. It was somehow completely smooth while not being difficult to grip.

Laying back on the bed, you continued to examine the book. You could not help but wonder what could be inside that caused your grandparents to have such a great marriage.

Curiosity got yhe better of you and you opened the book. The moment you did, you heard a sigh echoe in the air around you. It was a satisfied sigh, an erotically satisfied sigh, like the ones your sister, Marina, made when she was having sex with Devon. Namely just after she had finished and basked in the afterglow.

The moment passed in a moment of confusion and awkwardness. Then you looked at the pages and found they were written in a language you did not understand. The letters appearing to move and alter with every angle you look.

You were interrupted by a sudden knock on your door. The next second, your mother steps inside with a smile on her face.

"Jake? You called for me?"

You look at her in puzzlement. "I didn't call. I haven't said anything."

Your mother looks confused. "I could have sworn..."

The both of you freeze as a moan of what can only be described as anticipation fills the room and a voice calls out.

"Finally~"

The crimson book began to glow with a red light and said light then shot from the book and towards your mother. She lets out a surprised yelp which then morphs into an ecstasy fueled moan as tries to utter something.

"Mo...mo...oohhh!"

Then her eyes rolled back as the light appeared to be absorded into her. Her clothes, always modest, somehow became much tighter around her body. Suddenly you could see every curve she had save for her legs which were concealed by the skirt.

When her eyes returned, they were no longer the eyes you knew. They were red, the same red hue as the book.

Your mother looked down at herself. Examining her body as if this was the first time she knew she had it.

With a mischievious smile she strutted over to your mirror. Her movements were condifent and showy as they emphasised her body in every way.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran a hand through her hair and then began to roam her body. Feeling and reveling in every sensation she could.

"Oh yes, its about time," she breathed in a husky voice yoy never imagined her having. "Now this is a body I could have some fun with."

"Mom?"

Your question drew her attention to you. Her smile became that of a hungry predator who had found helpless prey.

"Yes, my dear, is something the matter?"

You would not be fooled, after the little light show and the sudden change, you wpuld not be tricked. Even if it were an insane idea, you were not an idiot and your mother was a terrible actor.

"Yes, something is the matter. Who are you and how are you controlling my mom?"

You stand up off the bed and grip the book hard in your hands. "Answer me!"

Your mother, or the person or thing possessing her fanned her face with her hand as if to show she was flushed. "My, my~ So, dominent~ Just like my last master, I love it~"

She approached you, her hips swaying in away that was made to draw the male gaze. You can't help but pause at the somehow surreal sight of your own mother trying to seduce you. It stuns you to the point that you don't even stop her when she pushes you down on the bed.

When she lays on top of you, you feel her body pressed against you. She stares at you with hungry eyes.

"Oh Jake. I have waited so long for this~"

For a moment, you are paralyzed with both the sight before you and the sensations you feel. Then you muster all the willpower you have to ask.

"What are you? How are you controlling my mom?"

She laughs, deep and throaty and it threatens to make your member rise as your hairs stand on end. The stare she gives you is one of warmth and longing.

"To skip all the techincal talk. I am a succubus who was bound to that little book you have here~"

She pinched the book and wiggled it to remind you it is still in your grip.

"And as for this~"

She sits up, making sure her she is straddling you while running a hand provocativly through her hair.

"A girl can't go out with nothing on. I needed a body and mommy dearest was the closest I could find."

She laid back down on you slowly, ensuring you felt every moment of it before she stared into your eyes.

"And now we can have some fun. I am sure you have needs master and I am more than happy to fulfil them."

You knew what she was offering and the thought of having sex with your mother gave you the will to push her off but before you could, Sarah's voice echoed up from the kitchen.

"I need some help! Is Jake okay?"

Rather than get upset, the succubus chuckled and sat up. "Oh dear, I got too excited from being let out. I can't go and make her upset now can I. That simply won't do."

With a slighr cough, the succubus called back. Her stolen voice taking on the exact tone and cadence that your mother always had. Were you not privy to all that has happened then it would have fooled you as well.

"Jake is just peachy. He just needed some help."

"Okay, glad he's alright," said Sarah.

The succubus got off of you and strutted to the door, thoroughly enjoying her new body.

"I'll be back later~" she said before blowing you a kiss and stepping outside.

You stand there dumbstruck by what just happened. You just released a demon of lust who had gone on to possess your own mother.

Glancing down at the crimson book in your hands you think on what to do next.

Quick Actions:
1. Chase after the succubus and demand an explanation.
2. Go and pull Sarah off to a private spot to tell her what just happened.
3. Call your sister and ask her if she knows anything about the book.
4. Study the book in hopes that it has the answers you need.