Alex undress in her bedroom, "why you never tried to make Love to me in your glade."

Althea sniffed. "Would you rather smell a good meal? Or eat it?

Illusion is no match for reality, my dear." She Lay on Rachel's bed, resplendently nude, her hands idly stroking her nether-lips.

“You are so beautiful," she whispered, as Alex kicked off his shorts and his cock jumped free. The thick, curving length of it slapped against his belly, leaving a faint gleam of moisture on the curling hair surrounding his navel.

“All of you. I do not know what strange plan of the Almighty has brought me here with you, but I have been blessed.

“Please, Rachel. I need you so bad.”

Alex watched, transfixed, as his mother crawled into bed with Althea.

For Long moments he was content to watch them. They stroked each other lovingly, their caresses the culmination of weeks of slow-building desire.

Althea's back arched as Rachel touched her, her hands expertly arousing her. A small, secret smile danced over her lips as the dark-haired woman played her body like an instrument. Her legs spread open helplessly, her hips slowly rolling upward, and when Rachel let her weight fall directly onto Althea's groin, Alex could hear her let out a weak gasp of pleasure.

The foreplay was long and slow and tender. Rachel made love to Althea with hands and lips and tongue, kissing her, nibbling her ears, her lips, her breasts, until she was red-faced and gasping. As Alex watched, wide-eyed, their tails emerged from the sheaths at the base of their spines and lovingly curled around each other, the spade-shaped tips pressed flat like the pages of a book. They shone in the dim Light of the room, and an aromatic musk rose from them.

“Now," Althea whispered, and Rachel sank down between her legs. She cupped Althea's buttocks in her loving hands, raising her up at the same time as her head dipped to taste the golden-skinned succubus. At the first touch, Althea's hips snapped upwards and her mouth opened, her breath coming hard and fast. Like a flower unfurling, her legs opened wide, then came down to rest on her lover's back, her feet slowly stroking Rachel's spine.

“There. Right there. My clit. Suck it," came a cracked whisper from the bed, then a high-pitched squeal, ending on a gurgling giggle. Again and again it sounded, and Alex smiled to hear such an unrestrained sound coming from Althea, who the previous evening had seemed the epitome of tough, unemotional competence. She Lolled on the bed, squirming slowly, and to Alex's eyes it seemed that the Light in the room began to gather around the two women, leaving the rest in shadow.

"You're wonderful," Althea said.

His mother's voice was warm and amused.

“And how can I not be, with you inside my head, practically giving me step-by-step instructions?" Her hands reached up and gave Althea's nipples a quick pinch, eliciting a groan. She bent her head again, and Althea's hands rested on the dark mass of her hair, tenderly stroking the dark strands.

"Oh, Rachel, my handmaiden, my Love. I'm there. I'm there. I'm coming!"

Althea's face reddened and her body shook. To Alex's astonishment, a pair of white horns appeared on her head, gleaming palely through the golden curls of her hair.

"Now," Althea chuckled, her voice rich and deep. "Your turn." She drew

Rachel up in her arms, then turned her around until her golden head rested next to her dark one. "That's it," she whispered, her hands roaming over Rachel's body. She cupped her breasts in her hands, the fingers slowly gliding over the erect nipples. She sank back onto the pillows, her lover cradled in her arms.

“Come on, Alex. Take her. She's so ready for you she's about to burst.”

He gazed at his mother adoringly.

“Mom?”

"Oh yes," she breathed. She stretched her arms over her head, displaying her body to its fullest advantage.

“I want this. In fact, in all honesty, I command it, as Mistress of the Household." She started

Slightly as Althea's legs crept inside hers, then smiled as the succubus slowly pulled them apart, her channel exposed and vulnerable.