The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 27
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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
While I struggled to hold in another yawn powerful enough to shake my body on the hard wooden pew, my mother glared at me.
“Where were you last night?” she hissed under her breath as we settled into place for Sunday services.
As luck would have it, the pastor clearing his throat turned her ire into a neutral expression and drew her dissipating scowl from me. After a quick gulp, a lengthy exhale slipped from me.
I’d been basking in the most profound nirvana. At momma’s quick sidelong glance, my eyebrows shot upwards. Had I spoken aloud? But with her lips pursed, she returned to the front and my heartbeat slowed.
With the pastor droning on in the background, I struggled to review the tattered remnants of my plan. It had succeeded; the four pairs of Mrs. Goodman’s panties soon to adorn my computer screen attested to that. But those last ones she’d handed to me. Besides, she’d also climbed atop and ridden me. Twice if you counted the pool. Oh, and again kept the motel suite key.
At no point had I imagined any of that happening. Then there was that desire in her eyes. As my mind tumbled, staggering forward, the dragon huffed and slinked into a darker corner. Puzzles aggravated it.
Before I knew it, we were standing and after a last glare, momma kissed me on the cheek.
“You’re going to Hell, you keep that up, Damon. You hear me.” When I cocked my head, her dainty fingertips stroked my face. “Whatever it is you’re doing.”
What could I say? She was correct, but it was worth it. When I only remained silent, she sighed and headed to lunch with her friends and the pastor. With the windows down to admit the chillier fall air, I drove home.
After collapsing to the couch, I scrolled through texts. Ruby checking in. Maddie asking if I missed her. Ruby again, asking if I could stop over—her daughter was lonely. Oh, that got me grinning. Yes, my addicted follower would use anything, including her enticing Maddie, to get me back inside her. Then there was Amy’s latest gift.
Showing off for my bear.
My eyebrows lifted as I scanned the attached picture. Naked and sprawled on her bed, with slender, toned legs wide. That impish grin adorned her needy face.
With a groan, I silenced the phone and tossed it to the coffee table. The one person I wanted to hear from was silent—Mrs. Goodman. Was it still worth it to follow my original procedures? Never calling her to keep the record straight.
Even though my doubts had diminished, the same questions bubbled back into my mind. Any chance she’d go to the cops? Had she at least told her husband? The comment about him not noticing her new attire as she left the motel. Why not? As the dragon snorted, I yawned again and stretched.
When I woke with a start, deep shadows filled the room. Just as momma’s keys jangled in the front door, I rolled to my feet. As it opened and I noticed the tightened brows and pursed lips, my chest stiffened. Yeah, it was time for a showdown.
And as I stood, the dragon unfurled. With its power flowing through me, every muscle electrified. Weird, huh? But I was no longer her little boy. Plan be damned. Somehow, I was involved with two full grown women and a pair of girls. All of whom needed me in one way or another.
There must’ve been something in my expression because she halted while slipping from her coat. For a split second, I thought she’d shrug back into it and dash away. But when it dropped further, and she pushed the front door closed, I swallowed a growl, replacing it with a deep breath.
“Okay, momma.” When I yanked the coat from her hand, she jumped. “Go on. Let it out. Say what you want.”
“You’re just like your daddy. A brute,” she snarled as her sharp heels clicked past me to the kitchen. “Somebody who can’t see beyond the here and now.”
After hanging the coat on a peg, I leaned against the counter, looking at her as she drank a glass of water. When she slapped it onto the surface to glare at me, I exhaled but remained silent. As always, timing was everything.
“Look at you,” she continued. “Handsome. God knows you’re smart. Too smart by a long shot. But Damon. You, um, scare me. The way you act. The looks you give”—she gulped—”everyone. You’re not the Lord. Sooner or later, life’s gonna catch you.”
“And until then?” I let slip a low grumble.
“What do you mean?” She tilted her head.
“Hmm, and what should I do, momma? Simply wait?” I tilted my head. “Be satisfied with what I have when so much more could be mine. A little more effort and the world could also be mine.”
“The world?” She scoffed, then lifted the glass. “Listen to yourself, boy.”
But it was shaking in her fist. For the first time, fear slithered behind her dark irises. With that weird energy within me flaring, I gave her an obvious inspection as the dragon leaned closer.
At church, a lot of men tended to notice her. But right then was the moment I saw her in a whole different light. Because of Ruby? Perhaps. The flower print dress couldn’t do much to obscure a shapely figure. She watched her diet and exercised between jobs. Not as large up top as Ruby, but nobody I knew was. Slender hips. From the rare occasions she wore shorts, I recalled her long legs were toned.
When she gulped, I returned to her darkening face. Although she held my gaze, the glare had faded. As I eased from the counter to step towards her, the glittery tip of her tongue flicked around her glossy mouth. The tiniest puffs of air shot from her shaking lips when I took the glass from her trembling fingers and leaned past her to refill it. With her breathing so fast I thought she’d hyperventilate, the heat of momma’s body seared my side.
“Handsome, huh?” I said, while handing her the full glass.
As she lifted it, I raked my fingertips through her black wavy hair, brushing it back from the warm skin of her face. As I leaned closer, her dark eyes went wide. The dragon also eased nearer, unfurling from the murkiest of glooms. At a tremor in her figure, I smiled.
“You should worry about yourself, momma,” I whispered into her ear. “A beautiful woman like you, all alone. So lonely, aren’t you?”
But, again, timing was everything. Plus, I’d no idea where I was going with her. No plan existed for momma. Which meant, right as, wide-eyed, she’d started a nod, I turned away. But after retrieving my phone, I glanced once more at her. Slender cheeks darkened; she shook while lifting her glass. But stopped and gripped the trembling water in both fists.
“Just, um, be careful, son,” she murmured shakily before lifting the glass to take a long gulp.
“Always, momma. Always. I’m more careful than you can imagine.” I flashed her a wide smile before retreating to my room.
And the universe blipped. One minute I was lying on my pillow, looking at the four pairs of panties, the next the alarm was buzzing me awake as faint morning sunshine lit the room. Still in mid-dream, I tugged Mrs. Goodman’s smiling lips from my cock before shaking the sleepiness from my head.
“Fuck! I want my sexy pet Kitten again.” I dropped my feet to the floor and stretched. “Already.”
Still in a daze, I somehow made it to school and, after parking, rubbed more sleep from my eyes. At the steady clicking on the pavement behind me as I slid from the cab, my heartbeat thundered. In a sleek black pencil dress with a golden front zipper low enough to display the swells of her chest, Mrs. Goodman stepped before me. As she stood with her back to the open door, I gulped.
Cheeks red, she flicked her narrowed eyes past me. But there weren’t any students nearby. As she bent, her face dipped, but those green pools stayed locked on mine. After straightening, she placed something soft, warm, and damp into my palm. Not quite a smile, but her lips curled.
“Good morning, Mr. Porter,” is all she said before sliding away to click-clack towards school.