The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 30
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
As we slid closer to winter, the days were much shorter. The sun’s dimming light was already sending a shaft of orange across the bedroom. It reeked of primal sex. Yeah, I’d been correct. No mere dancer, Mrs. Warren had transformed. Fueled by lust, she’d found a way to take all of my cock into every hole.
At the forceful exhale of her hot breath against my neck, I sighed, while trying to slow my own rapid panting. On my back with my hands folded behind my head, I stared at the ceiling. With her sweaty body sprawled over and stuck to my naked frame, she was no longer moving for the first time in hours.
“Do you love her, Damon?” she murmured from beneath matted, disheveled dark hair.
My mind whipped. Where’d that question come from? We’d just spent most of the day fucking all over her house and she was asking about her daughter?
And then my brain stumbled. Did I love Amy? It took everything within me not to shrug. No idea. She aroused me to no end. But love? What did that mean, anyway? We hadn’t even had sex yet. Going slow and all that. At my silence, her mother slid her head around to gaze at me.
“Maybe,” I replied in a quiet voice. “We haven’t spent much time together yet. Because of—”
“—me. I’m so sorry, baby. You, uh, won’t tell anyone, will you, Damon?” she whispered between languid drags of her tongue along my jaw. “About, well ... Uh, my past, I mean. Well, and um, being with you, I guess, now.”
“Depends.” I held in a sigh of relief as my mind relaxed and the dragon settled. Her thoughts had drifted from her daughter.
“On?” As she pressed her lips against my earlobe, her sticky pelvis shifted.
“If you behave.”
“Behave?” From beneath an arching eyebrow, she gazed at me. Such utter delight, mixed with a flicker of shame, flashed in those deep brown pools.
When I tugged my hands free to grip and mash her firm, tacky buttocks, a low growling moan left her parting lips. While thrusting into me, dry humping my sore pelvis, she gulped.
“Well, one, you dance for me from now on.” As I pulled apart her cheeks, baring her bright red, swollen rosebud, she whimpered. A tiny trail of jizz pulsed free of it to trickle downwards. “And two, you do whatever I tell you to do.”
“O-Okay, uh, baby.” Her teeth gnawed at her lower lip as she nodded. “Fuck, after today...” With a muted giggle, she shifted further to straddle me as one hand dropped back to caress my stiffening log. “That’s easy enough.”
By the time I’d made it home, the sun was disappearing beyond the distant trees. Oh, and the rumbling of my stomach could be heard down the block. Yeah, with her unleashing decades of repressed need, I’d burned off a helluva lot of calories.
After another raucous round that had begun in her bed, Mrs. Warren was staring at me from the stained sheets twisted along the upstairs hallway carpet. After swallowing the last droplets of cum I’d squeezed from my cock into her waiting mouth, she’d begged me to stay for dinner. As in, on the verge of tears.
And, of course, the ever-hungering flame in her eyes promised more than a meal. Most likely a full night of riding her like the wild beast she’d become—again.
But I’d accomplished my goal. My palms hurt from spanking her ass as much as my shaft did from slapping against her upturned face. Yes, thanks to Ruby, I was ready when she’d gripped my cock to strike her cheek that first time. For a brief second, I’d wondered what had ever happened to those six guys? Oh, the stories they must’ve told afterwards.
Besides, having confirmed my suspicions about her meant I needed to adjust the grand scheme. Not to mention focus on the riskier visit to Mrs. Goodman’s home in less than two days. So, yeah, I had to take a knee. The dragon nodded as I put together a sandwich in the kitchen.
Yet that final image of Mrs. Warren wouldn’t leave me. Right as I’d opened the front door to leave, those tears had tumbled free. As she’d lurched to her toes, trying to kiss me, I’d dodged away. That’d been her first attempt at a kiss. But after my abrupt rejection, her glare had lasted only a millisecond before morphing into a swirl of desire. Plus, intriguing flashes of fear. Also like Ruby. Would I return? Had she been good enough?
But, to me, what we had was a simple arrangement, nothing more. Well, nothing more yet. And, yes, the dragon had chuckled all the way back to its gloomy lair.
After a long, hot, then cold shower, I tumbled into bed. It wasn’t until the sun’s brightening beams illuminated my closed eyelids that I jolted awake. After easing my lashes wider, I peeked at the dark computer monitor. Nope, I’d been so tired I hadn’t even hung Mrs. Goodman’s panties. For the record, I hadn’t taken Mrs. Warren’s.
But a hint of the future with her awaited me on my phone. A single text. Three words.
Damon’s secret Jewel.
“Huh? Amy must’ve shared my phone number,” I mumbled while scratching my head.
After a lengthy sigh, I reached up to turn on the computer. Yeah, creature of habit. Although any scheme, plan, or strategy lay in tatters, after rolling from bed, I updated Mrs. Warren’s line in my spreadsheet. “Sexy dancer, insatiable whore, and Damon’s secret Jewel.”
Even as I collapsed back into bed and chuckled, my chest tightened. That’d been far more successful than I’d conceived. With my presence, I’d simply meant to scare her. Uncover her secret. Only to make my life with Amy easier. But after what’d happened, where would she lead? With an even louder sigh, I shoved from the mattress, turned the computer off and dressed. After heading to the kitchen, I prepared breakfast for momma and me before church.
After a full night’s rest, I was, if nothing else, chipper than the previous week. Bonus, since I’d spent the night at home, momma wasn’t glowering as we ate. Instead, she kept giving me furtive glances. Which meant I couldn’t help but flashback to Mrs. Goodman in class. To be honest, I figured it was just the impending visit to my teacher that had me confused.
But she continued to be jittery, tensing when I leaned to kiss her cheek after services. The strangest look had filled her eyes before she turned to join the other ladies for lunch. It was only a brief flicker, but it had me scratching my head.
Right as I was walking to my truck, chuckling while imagining mom’s expression if she’d witnessed me with Mrs. Warren, the laughter sputtered. Unbidden, an image oozed into my mind. Oh, it was the dragon’s turn to cackle.
Momma. Naked. Not strung up on the dungeon wall. Nope, she was on her knees. Being cock-whipped. By me. And begging for more. Such lonely, desperate eyes. Exquisite tits swaying with each loud slap of my meaty shaft across her darkening cheeks.
With a grunt, I missed a step at the front of the church. As my pulse soared, my hand shot out to clasp the exterior railing. After shaking my head to clear it, I lurched across the lot to tumble into the pickup.
“No, that’d be crossing a line,” I murmured before driving away.
But in the darkness, the dragon was silent, picking at its gleaming sharp teeth with a long, curved claw.
The next morning, I lay sprawled on my bed, staring at the ceiling. From the brightness through my curtains, the sun had been up for a while. Yet, I remained motionless, all my limbs spread wide atop the covers. No matter, I still couldn’t cool down. Heat roared within me.