The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 32
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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 squinting at the sunshine pouring through the curtains I’d forgotten to close, I staggered from my bed Tuesday morning. My mind continued to spin. Dream after dream had flooded me. Not just involving Mrs. Goodman, but also Amy’s mother, Ruby, and little Maddie. All together. One at a time. In clusters. Through most of them, Amy had been beside me.
When momma walked in from her shift, I was standing in the kitchen. It was only as she slowed that I looked at her over the rim of the mug. Oh shit, I was in my shorts. Duh, they’d been very graphic dreams. There was no hiding the throbbing ache jutting beneath the taut cotton.
The thing was, after a furtive glance downwards, her eyes roamed my bare chest before meeting my gaze. At that glimmer I’d never have recognized before Ruby or Mrs. Goodman, I jolted.
As the breath caught in my throat, the dragon laughed aloud.
Because again, the image flashed. Naked, all her creamy, lighter brown skin bared. On her knees. Wide eyes, glinting and dark, begging. Tipped with the same darker purple of her full trembling lips, such perfect, exquisite tits. The ones that had fed me. Hmm, and perhaps would again? Oh, the dragon enjoyed that thought.
And after a quiet gulp, I lowered the mug and smiled. Although she said nothing, her cheeks darkened. As she turned away to head for her room, there was the tiniest stagger in her footsteps. Once more, the dragon chuckled.
By the time I was dressed, her shower was running. With my hand on the front door, ready to open it, I was about to leave for school as usual. But then the world shifted. And that growl appeared.
That line? The one between mother and child. Did it still apply to me? Could anything restrain me? Before I knew it, my mind was calculating. Risk? None. What could she do? If I was rejected, so what? She’d be a little more timid around me, which was ideal. Besides, how long was I staying in that town, anyway? College beckoned.
To roll the bones once more? Push myself. And her. What could I gain? No idea. But with both a grin and a tightening chest, I turned and walked into her bedroom.
After easing open the bathroom door, I scanned her lean frame wrapped in steam beneath the pounding spray. Momma never sat in the sun, yet the shimmering caramelly skin was paler over her chest and across her hips. Water bounced and dribbled sudsy foam over her firm, perky globes. They were indeed exquisite. Oh, and my memory was correct: wondrous legs as well.
“I’m going to school, mom,” I called from the doorway.
“What!” Her eyelashes flew wide as she spun towards me, giving me an even better view of her swaying tits. Neatly trimmed black pubes sent a swirling stream of water to spatter between her skidding feet. Hadn’t expected a neat racing stripe. As one slender arm wrapped over her chest and the other covered her pelvis, she scowled at me. “Get out...”
But as soon as she noticed my lingering, appraising gaze, her voice faded to the tiniest whimper. And her eyes dropped. Yep, the jeans did nothing to hide that I was hard as a rock. When she returned to my face, I gave her a broad smile before tugging the door closed and heading out.
What had that accomplished? No idea. Did it fit into any scheme? Perhaps. If naught else, she’d be quieter around me. But the image of my mother frozen under the shower, letting me inspect her, kept me whistling “Evil Ways” all the way to school. The smile I wore caused my cheeks to ache.
So, after quelling momma, that was the first morning I relaxed. As in, a profound tranquility seeped deep into my soul. No fear of Mrs. Goodman going to the cops. Plus, her husband was ... Well, there was more to come, but he wasn’t a threat. Not by a long shot. Then there was Mrs. Warren. After Saturday, Amy’s mom was satisfied. No, that’s not correct; the lust-fueled—borderline feral—woman was insatiable. But she’d absolutely behave for me. So, no problems from her.
Thus, despite a chill breeze, warmth flooded me as I made my way into the building.
Life was good.
It was on the cusp of becoming amazing. At least for a while.
“Bear!”
At Amy’s voice echoing down the corridor, I slowed. With other heads also spinning to track her, she dashed into my arms. Even as she surged upwards to press her lips to mine, my hands drifted over her small, lithe figure. After a brief kiss and a tender piercing of her tongue, she pulled from my mouth. But with one hand cupping her butt, and another splayed on her back, I held her on her toes against me.
“Mmm, baby. I’ve missed this,” I said, flicking my gaze to our audience. “How was your camping trip?”
When she didn’t answer, I found her closed eyes. As her jaw trembled, her cheeks reddened. Between forceful shoves, she rubbed herself against me. At long last, her eyelashes fluttered open.
“Oh, my bear.” She gulped, then zipped her tongue over her lips. “I want you so badly. Every night I dreamed of you. My sister thought I was...” She stopped to look around before whispering. “You know...”
“Naughty little thing,” I said in a louder voice.
When she giggled, I let her slip back to her feet, but she held me tight and gazed up at me. After a quick glance at the clock, she sank her teeth into her lower lip.
“Bear. What did you do to my mom?” When my heart thumped to a halt—Mrs. Warren couldn’t have told her—Amy giggled. “You should see your face, bear. She said you brought flowers and, um, convinced her. She likes you. Wants you over for dinner this Friday.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, she says you’re alright. She’s, uh, got no problem with us dating. So, um, what did you tell her?”
Just as I opened my mouth, the bell sounded. With a yip, she bounded onto her toes to peck at my lips before slipping from my fingers. Although it took me a second, I lunged enough to land a light swat on her butt. As she jerked, her eyes blazed. Yep, confirmed. Like mother, like daughter. With a brighter red face, she faded into the crowd, heading for class.
Mrs. Goodman wasn’t around that morning or at lunch. To make matters worse, we had a substitute. Yes, I kept checking my phone. With no need for secrecy, at least from the cops, there was nothing stopping me from calling her anymore. But as the dragon uncurled, its eyes a glittery black, I hesitated. Some things shouldn’t be rushed.
Return on investment.
And that night, as I lay in bed, “investment” tumbled in my skull. Assets. That’s what they were. Valuable ones. Treasured even. All required time to develop. And attention. With a smile, I sent a one-word text to Ruby.
Tomorrow.
Within a second, I received a happy face emoji. Yeah, my addicted worshipper would be hungry.
The next morning, several things were different. First, I was already dressed when momma got home. Other than a hurried “good morning,” she said nothing. And, as her shower started, I stepped from the house. Did I notice she’d left her bedroom door ajar? Yes.
“A little more time,” I mumbled while clambering into my truck with a smile.
No rush with momma. Besides, I’d achieved her acquiescence. Never again would she question my comings and goings. Anything more between us was for her to decide.
The second event occurred right as I slipped from the truck’s cab. Rhythmic click-clacking from behind me. That elegant perfume. Warmth along my arm as Mrs. Goodman slipped past me. With yellow-blonde hair in a long French braid, she wore more make-up than usual. A short crimson dress was painted to her curves. Very unteacher-like, its plunging neckline gave me a pleasant view of both firm pale swells.
“Good morning, Damon,” she said with a nervous grin before glancing around.
Just as I was about to reply, I gulped when her hands tugged upwards on its hem. With teeth sinking into the glossy red lipstick of her lower lip, her emerald pools blazed. Oh, sure, a little fear, but only of getting caught. Much more desire flooded them.
When I glanced down, she held the dress at her hips. Taut to her mound, a matching lace-trimmed silk triangle. Its center was darkened and glittery, and her sweet aroma stoked my raging heartbeat. Only a soft moan escaped her as I found the waistband and rolled the panties down her sleek legs. With one shiny red stiletto, she lifted them until she could snatch them and place them in my palm.
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