Lois Kaplan, Housewife, Mother, and succubus.

Lois puttered around the house, cleaning. She'd felt sick for the past few days and was running a mild fever. But she was glad she just had a spot of the flu, unlike the stories she saw on TV of people. Poor Gail in her book club had a son turn into a tree. Both of Lois' children had been sure to call her from college to report that they were fine and unchanged. She couldn't help but feel somewhat smugly superior to Gail, knowing that none of her family had been cursed; clearly a sign that God had been looking out for her, despite her sinful mind.

That was the worst part of the cold she had. The fever was causing the weirdest dirty dreams. Every night, she saw herself, but not herself. It was her, but some porno version, dressed as a hooker, covered in tattoos, piercings, and bleached blonde hair. The likeness was horrifying, if arousing. She had the same stretch marks, the same sagging breasts, and peaking over the top of her micro skirt she could even make out the c-section scar from her second child. At the end, the dream-whore version of herself asked for $40 for a fuck, which she paid before looking into a nearby mirror, only to find her neighbor Carl Stevens looking back. Every night, she'd wake up at the point, aroused to the point of painfulness. She was glad she'd taken to sleeping in the guest room to make sure her husband, Bill, didn't catch whatever bug she had, as it allowed her to masturbate herself to completion with the dildo she'd confiscated from her daughter when she was a teenager. What her husband didn't know was between Lois and God. sated, she then fell asleep, quietly praying for forgiveness.

And that it was Carl she saw compounded the disgust she felt over the dreams. The man was a creep; most of the women in the neighborhood suspected he was a peeping Tom, but no one had caught him yet. But it was certain that he had, at the very least abused his ex-wife. She moved out then filed divorce. No one knew exactly why, but there were rumors that he'd **** himself on her, but what she knew, she wasn't telling. She'd gone to live with her parents and no one had heard from her since.

So she found herself on the fourth day of her flu cleaning. Or at least she had been. Instead, she was looking at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. A little sag here, a bit more weight there, some wrinkles, and a bit of grey in her auburn hair. But she had to admit, she had aged gracefully. She was, all told, attractively generous, in a matronly way.

On autopilot, she stripped down to nothing and posed like the sluts in the playboy she'd confiscated from her son when he was a teenager. The wetness forming between her legs shamed her, but that shame didn't stop her. Several minutes of this was too much, and she rushed to the guest room, too horny to care about her nudity. Grabbing the dildo from the nightstand, she went to town, faster and harder than ever before. Had she been in a less excited state of mind, she also would have realized that she'd never been that wet before.

As she pumped, she found herself speaking, the words coming unbidden.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck my whore cunt with your massive dick. Split me in half with your goddamned monster cock. Deeper, Carl. I've never felt this good. My husband never makes me feel this way. HARDER!"

After a small orgasm, she resumed masturbating, unsatisfied.

"For $100 more, you can have my ass, too, baby. Virgin territory. No one has ever stuck it there."

Pumping furiously, she realized that at some point the drenched sex toy had moved to her second hole. She wasn't exaggerating. It was the first time she'd ever had anything there. Bill had brought it up once, but she'd shot him down, hard, and the subject had been forgotten. Not now, in her fever induced haze, she was pumping with abandon, unaware that normally this required lubricant. Her virgin ass being pumped with the dildo in her right hand, her left moved to mauling her breasts and occasionally tweaking her clit. She couldn't last forever, though, and all too soon she found her ass clamping on the rubber intruder and her pussy spraying girlcum and drenching the bed.

Several minutes later, still in a blissful high, Lois roused enough to remove the dildo from her backdoor, gather up the sheets, and start a wash with the bedding. Her last act before collapsing asleep on the couch was to rinse and hide the dildo.