You Fit Me Just Right

You sit down in a chair in the library and start to read You Fit Me Just Right.

_My son's girlfriend screams when he's fucking her, _the story began. That's where it began. I don't know what made me think of it, but she was screaming through the walls. "Oh shit, fuck me John, fuck me," she would say, "your big fat cock feels just right inside me. Fill me up perfectly."

Normally, I would think about my own cock filling her up. I usually did with his previous girlfriends. Everyone of them was cute enough and I imagined, with the help of porn, them coming to see if I was better than him. I imagined them sucking my dick and succumbing to me.

But there was that moan. Something about it felt... like it should be me. I can't explain it. But that's where it began.

As I heard my son **** his girlfriend on his cock, and heard her gag there was this tiny voice in the back of my head that suddenly said "it should be me sucking that cock". Then I fell back into the bed and imagined that it was my tits my son was licking and squeezing, my neck he was biting, my tongue he was pressing against his tongue. And my pussy he was filling up just right.

I knew I had to do something. So I ran a quick search of possession spells online. Most were frauds, but there was one result that seemed legitimate. It even had an address in town. I typed the address into my phone and headed there. When I got there it was a dark alleyway.