The fishnet-clad Goth girl snarledangrily, and turned on the boy."Fool! Her kind prefers to be called, Lilim. You must address the GreatOne properly i... she is to grant us our boon!" explained the girl."You are correct, human. Succubi are myth; The Lilim are truth. Thesex-demon sensuously walked along the line of the summoning circle thatbound her, the red, flexible tail that sprouted above the curvature ofher ass caressed her smooth, tall legs like a lover's kiss, as itapproached her steamy-hot. My jeans and boxers were removed, sitting in a messy pile on the floor beside me. I loaded up my web browser. I searched Mom's on-screen name—Rocksee Dynamite—and clicked on a clip of one of my favorite scenes of her. My mouth welled with anticipation, the engorged head of my cock looking up at me, twitching—anxious. It ached to slip inside of . . . something. Anything. Preferrably the red head appearing on my screen, my own mother. I pulled on a pair of headphones, and turned the volume. "So Cindy do you want to meet me for dinner?" I asked."I'm sorry mom, but I have a date." She said it but didn't really sounds sorry at all. It was probably a date with someone she really wanted to go out with. Then again I am sure that to a college girl, most any boy was more fun to have dinner with than your mother."I guess, I could call Charlie," I commented."He has a date as well. Believe it or not she is the mother of a teenager in his summer camp program. You did know he was day camp. We worked as a team. I began accompanying him to all the client meetings, even out of town," she continued, eyeing her husband warily as she mentioned her out-of-town meetings.By now, Danny had begun to understand some things but he didn't interrupt his wife, preferring that she tell her part of the story."Eventually I had more or less assumed the de facto post of his chief advisor. The business began improving and we were successful in stopping the southward movement in sales. In fact, I had.