Isidore had his mother pinned against the door. She could not escape; his muscular arms ensured she couldn't duck out from under him.

"Isidore, let me go this instant," she growled.

Karissa's heart pounded, and sweat beads formed on her brow. The submissive in her reacted to being trapped, forced to do unspeakable things.

"You don't mean it, Mom. I've got something you want and need."

His head was filled with lewd thoughts. Just 2 hours ago, he would have never acted like this. But now he was under the spell of the succubus. Sex with her in the jungle turned him into a sexual demon.

Isidore bent and bit...