The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Although young, Damon Porter is driven. Focused and gifted with an incisive understanding of human frailties, he has a simple goal. Have his teacher re-enact a sexy scene from her younger years. But she has secrets. And as life’s grander schemes for him unfold, others also become ensnared.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Rough Harem Anal Sex Oral Sex
In the pew, I sat extra straight. With eyes forward, I pretended to absorb every word the pastor spouted. Doing my penance, I guess.
Earlier, when I’d crept past her into my bedroom to change, momma had remained silent. Although she asked nothing, her scowling ... Oof. It became pretty clear she didn’t believe my excuse on the phone the previous night. Nope, not for a second.
With insatiable Ruby slurping downwards on my cock again, my mind had ejected the first excuse it found. A sick friend. To be honest, my mom’s silence before hanging up on me should’ve been a clue to come home right then, but...
Well, naughty cunt that she was, gorgeous Ruby had been ravenous, so no way would I have left her. Also, yep, she’d known I’d been talking with momma. While I’m not sure she even recognized it, that had spurred her onward. Competitive. Also wanting to mother me. My sexy addict. My delightful, curvaceous worshiper.
After swallowing a chuckle, I leaned forward to hide my swelling crotch as the choir started. Yeah, all that personalized attention was costing me. With a bottle of water shaking in my fingers, every muscle in my body ached. Especially my painful cock. Between fuck sessions, it had been in Ruby’s soft lips, tight throat, or supple hands the entire night. Then, that morning. Wow! That’d been fun.
So, Ruby was my—I winced when my shaft twitched—cunt. Toy. Whatever I wanted her to be.
And then she’d arrived.
“Maddie,” slipped free of me in a quiet whisper.
Not quiet enough. At momma’s swift elbow nudging my sore ribs, I grimaced and pursed my lips. Yeah, Maddie. What about her, brain? Sure, she was cute, but what did she add?
My eyebrow arched in synch with the rising organ music. Then again, conquest for conquest’s sake. Did I want that? Why? Ruby was more than enough.
Because I wasn’t that achy. Plus, I could handle her as well. Also, at the image of the fear flooding the girl’s small brown eyes, my cock twinged, coming back to life like a battered zombie. With a lengthy exhale that got me another elbowing, I clenched my jaw.
“Yeah, both,” I whispered, much softer. Momma didn’t notice.
Boom. Analysis time. Okay, Maddie might also be entertaining. There’d be the same impact on my primary plan—none. Mrs. Goodman lived on the far side of the city from either Ruby or me. Maddie also attended high school across town.
Alright, so how? Both of them together, mother and daughter? Was that even possible? Perhaps. Loyal follower, Ruby had said nothing as I’d marched to her daughter. My inspection of the slender girl had been damn obvious.
Or approach Maddie alone? Nah, nothing must ever risk Ruby, my devoted worshipper. To her, my loyalty was absolute.
Before I could ponder further, the service ended, and everyone stood. Since she’d driven her own car, momma stayed to chat with the other congregation members. While no playground projects meant I headed straight home to change for work.
At a traffic light near our neighborhood, I gasped. As my hands clenched the wheel so tight it shook, the world staggered. Realization. Clarity. No, not how to deal with Maddie. Out of the blue, another image slapped into my mind.
That weird addict gleam in Ruby’s eyes. The one that had motivated me to break her into what she needed to be. Well, she didn’t need to be anything. It’d been a craving she struggled to control. My new worshipper was right to fear what I might do to her.
In any event, I’d seen that glimmer before.
“Mrs. Warren,” I murmured while squeezing the wheel and gazing at crossing traffic.
Amy’s mom.
Her expression as she’d inspected me from the front door. Plus, the look in her eyes while peeking through the curtains. Yep, that was it. Not quite the same, but close enough.
And here’s the thing. While Ruby, and perhaps her daughter, were pleasant diversions, Mrs. Warren could be critical. If I could get her as an ally, she’d counter any suspicion about Amy and me. Which would solidify my—hmm, arrangement—with Mrs. Goodman.
After a honk from the car behind me, I gulped and eased my foot off the brake to roll through the green light. If Amy’s mom was also—mine?
“And I think I can do that, Mrs. Warren.” A smile crept across my face. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can get to you as well.”
Right thing to do? Couldn’t care less. But it would be an added risk; handling Mrs. Warren required far more delicacy. Rule number one: Amy must never find out.
“Work the magic, Damon,” I mumbled. “The old soft sell.”
An opportunity would arise, and I’d sweet-talk my way into her life. If Amy was any gauge, that should be fairly easy. Besdies, let’s face it, whatever mystery taunted her soul ... Well, a lot had been learned from Ruby.
Yeah, I’d simply ratchet down hard on that secret to snap her into place. Over-confidence? Perhaps. But by then I’d already figured out that the best-laid plans go awry of their own accord. Better to stretch the plan. Pursue those opportunities. Hell, that’s how Amy had appeared.
“All I need is an opening,” I whispered while pulling into our battered driveway.
Work was a bear. All those delayed trucks had arrived late Saturday, which left a lot of loads to be unpacked and shelved that Sunday. By the end of the shift, I staggered into my pickup, making it home right as momma headed out for her evening job. Although she gave me a peck on the cheek, her narrowed eyes said I still owed her an explanation for my “sick friend.”
After a long, hot shower, I was sprawled on the couch, munching on the last of a reheated burrito, when my phone chirped. After a brief check of the time, I smiled. Right on schedule. Mrs. Goodman should be home to begin readying for school the next day.
However, when I lifted the phone, my chest cooled. It was Ruby. Oh, I still grinned that it was her, but Mrs. Goodman’s tardiness was frustrating me. Although it’d been barely two weeks, she’d been doing so well. But there was nothing I could do. At least, not yet.
So, should I talk to Ruby? What did I have to say? Nothing, really. Other than wincing every time a muscle spasmed, I hadn’t thought about her since the morning. Still, she was my adoring addict. With a chuckle, I tapped the device.
“Hi, Ruby.”
“Maddie really liked you,” shot from the receiver.
As I jerked back from the phone, my eyebrows knitted. For a long while, I simply stared at the screen. One, the enthusiasm in her voice. Two, both? Nah, that had been nothing but a passing hope. Only reading far too much into her words. No matter, I needed to get my little worshipper in line. After clearing my throat, I exhaled.
“Really?” My tone was so low and icy, I got chills. “That’s your first greeting, cunt.”
“Oh, um, fuck.” Good; delicious panic flooded her voice. “I’m, uh, so sorry, sweetie. No, I, um, missed you something awful after you left. It was so ... S-So quiet.”
“Without all your screaming.” I chortled.
At her laughter, I clenched the phone tighter and lay back to stare at the yellowed ceiling.
“Yeah, about that. God, baby. My throat is so sore. It’s, uh, been a while. Not only the screaming but the, um—”
“You’ve got some talent there, Ruby.” I chuckled again while running my finger along my swelling bulge.
“Call me cunt, Damon.” Her tone was so matter of fact, as if she were telling me her favorite color. “Please, sweetie. I love it. It reminds me ... Um, that I’m yours.”
“Okay, cunt.” For good measure, I also dropped my voice an octave. “Better?”
“Oh. Mmm, fuck.” Heavy breathing flooded the receiver for a few seconds before she sighed. “Um-hmm, sweetie. That’s what I need. Th-Thank you.”