Finally, after weeks of online research and ritual practice, I was ready to summon a succubus. My bedroom was a controlled mess; my chair was stacked on the desk to make space, I had left my extensive notes on daemoniality in a barely-organized pile in the corner, and hardened wax pooled below the candles flickering at each of the five corners of the pentagram marked in chalk upon my hardwood floor—the only source of light. I had spent hours banishing negative energy and consecrating my implements. If my sources were to be believed, all that remained was to perform the final invocation and allow her free reign over my body while she ever-so-sweetly fed on my energy until dawn.

I stepped up to the center of the circle and closed my eyes. The air felt heavy as it pressed down upon me, the incantation pouring from my lips. "O Great One, O Lord of Lusts, O Seducer of Men, you who has been known by many names: Lilith, Mother of All Monsters, Queen of Darkness—I call you forth! Grant me knowledge of your child." I focused my intention upon the mental image of the demoness that would soon take form before me. She appeared as an ebony silhouette with two glowing red orbs for eyes. I could feel her presence draw ever closer as the image sharpened. I knew it was fucking real! Just as her face came in to focus, however, she vanished. I stood there for a few more moments, hoping against hope that I hadn't just imagined everything. After several seconds of silence, I opened my eyes again and stared blankly into space.

I let my arms fall from their auspicious gesture limply to my sides, feeling a lump in my throat as I imagined how embarrassing it would be if my mom had heard me chanting. As if on queue, there was a knock on the door. "${name}? Could you come out?" Mom's voice called through the wood.

"Coming!" I croaked, hurriedly putting out the candles before opening the door to see Mom standing there with a look of care and concern. When we locked eyes it occurred to me that it was her face I saw in the demon's silhouette. I looked away, trying to clear it all from my mind. Of course it wasn't real—I was an idiot for getting so deep in that faux-occult crap. If it was possible to summon a succubus, every lonely virgin in the world would have done it by now.

"${name}, honey, what have you been doing in your room for so long? You didn't even come to dinner." Mom held my shoulder, her concern growing.

"Nothing," I lied quickly, pulling away. She must have been putting some weight on me; when I moved she almost fell forward, though I managed to catch her in my arms. Her face was covered by her hair. "Mom! Are you okay?"

The voice I heard in response sounded nothing like my mother's. It was deeper than hers, richer, yet no less feminine. "Mom? You call me mother?" She let out a sparkling laugh that sent shivers across my body. Mom pulled herself back out of my arms, revealing the shining red eyes of the succubus in my vision. My heart beat faster as she took me in, smiling seductively. She ran her fingers along my jawline, then leaned down until our faces were level. "Tell me, young one, did you really summon me into your own mother?"

My mouth went dry as I struggled to speak. Mom's smile widened, and she reached up to caress my cheekbone. I could only manage a stuttered "What?"

"You did, didn't you? That's so sweet! I can smell your arousal already. Tell me boy, have you always wanted to fuck your mommy?"

I gulped and shook my head rapidly. "I don't know—I didn't know it would do this."

I felt paralyzed as she leaned into me, cupping my groin with a massaging hand and breathing into my ear. "I sense some trepidation. Were you so foolish as to believe you could complete the ritual without a suitable vessel? While I may possess your mother's body, we still have a contract to fulfill: a contract of the flesh. You will fill her with your seed and I will take my due." She said, squeezing me gently with each utterance of "will."