The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 33
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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
“Tomorrow?” I said, while sliding my hands along Mrs. Goodman’s sweat-slick ribs.
“Um-hmm. Uh, yes...” On her stomach, she tensed as her nails clawed at the desk’s edges in the darkened classroom. “Oh, fuck.”
“Really? Dinner at your home?” Grip once more tight, I eased my cock back and forth within her clenching pussy. “With both you and your husband?”
At the languid rhythmic slurping, I inspected the taut, reddened ring stretching around my shiny black shaft. Instead of replying right away, she only panted. When I glanced at the clock, I grinned. Her inability to speak was understandable. After ignoring her ever-hungrier glances Wednesday and Thursday, I’d been riding her almost the full lunch break that Friday.
Since Maddie’s kitchen table ride and her mother’s much longer teasing fuck, it had become my new favorite pastime. Plus, so far, Mrs. Goodman had been more than receptive.
“Yes, p-please. Mmm, y-yes. Oh, yes.” Forced to gasp as I rolled my hips, she tensed. “Dinner. Um, Damon.”
“Hmm.” The sudden clamping of her slick, heated pussy walls widened my smile. “Okay, Kitten.”
Even as I spoke, I plunged deep to jackhammer her shiny body into the desk. As she thudded beneath me, I counted in my head. At five, she rammed a fist into her mouth to muffle the first scream. At twelve, four more screams in rapid succession sent sprays of silvery saliva around her clenched fingers. After I thrust deeper, pinning her against the cold metal, her chaotic insides pummeled me.
“Here it comes, my beautiful Kitten.” As I grunted, my spine uncurled, releasing my essence to inundate her.
Later, while easing into my truck after a grueling football practice, I laughed aloud. As I rolled my aching shoulders, my gaze wandered to Mrs. Goodman’s car, still in the lot. Dinner? Talk about fate. Why such rapid movement in the grand scheme? Although the dragon remained silent, his eyes glittered, challenging me to guess. But after a lengthy exhale, I shrugged and drove home to get ready for my other dinner. The one with the Warrens.
“One thing’s for sure,” I murmured, then chuckled. “Gonna eat well this weekend.”
After a long shower and icing my pained muscles, I dressed and headed to Amy’s house. But right as I pulled the truck to a halt along the curb, déjà vu struck me. Although I’d arrived later in the day than the previous weekend, I scanned the area with my pulse pounding. Not fearful. No, simply anxious about how the evening would play out. Variables and such.
At the touch of my fingertip on the doorbell, those chimes sounded once more far inside the home. With a start, I glanced around.
No, it wasn’t déjà vu at all.
And the dragon was clattering its sharp nails across an icy cave floor as it lumbered closer. As it leaned towards me, its eyes shone with unbelievable darkness. Yes, I was stretching beyond my comfort zone. But I had been since first meeting Amy. Not to mention Ruby and her daughter. So why the tingles creeping along my spine?
Before I could ponder further, clacking footfalls approached beyond the door. When it opened, I grinned. Mrs. Warren? No, not her. With her blonde hair done up and in a slinky curve-hugging short sable dress, it was Amy. Her smile widened as she inspected me in my finest black suit.
“Wow! Damon,” she exclaimed while further opening the door.
“Wow yourself, baby. That’s a damned nice look on you.” As I swept her into my arms, I leaned close to her ear. “I bet it looks better off you. Growl.”
Despite the sudden tremor rippling through her, she managed a nervous giggle before shoving the door shut. Even after I’d released her, she continued trembling. Because of the plunging neckline and bare back, she was braless, so the shudders had her tits jiggling.
“Bear. Really? Behave,” she said, while tapping my arm with her fist. “But you like it?” As she twirled, the hem flew upwards to reveal most of her toned thighs and her smile broadened further. “I was surprised mom let me buy it.”
“Yeah, baby.” As my gaze roamed her, she puffed out her chest. “It’s, um, very—you.”
“Oh. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, even clothed, you do love showing off.”
“For you, my hunky bear.” Eyes glimmering, she gnawed at her lower lip. But at the clanking of pans from the kitchen, she jolted. “Um, my, uh, dad’s gonna be late. Work stuff.”
After moving next to me, she smiled before taking me deeper into the house. As we passed the front room where her mother had danced, my heart hammered. Yeah, I still wanted Jewel; not a shred of doubt in my mind. Another few steps took us to a large room lit by a crystal chandelier. Beneath it was a polished dark wood oblong table with only four place settings. At my raised eyebrows, she slid her slender fingertips along my cheek.
“Denise is at her friend’s for a sleepover. Mom said it was best if, uh, it was just us with her and dad.” She laughed. “Not that my sister minded at all.” She guided me through an open doorway into the spacious kitchen. “Mom! Damon’s here.”
“Duh, I figured from the doorbell, you goof.” Mrs. Warren smiled while looking up from the stove. “Um, hello, Damon. It’s, uh, so, um, nice to see you again.”
While Amy moved towards her, I swept my gaze over her mother. Mrs. Warren’s dark eyes shimmered as I explored a more conservative russet flower-print dress. With a modest scoop-neck and reaching almost to her knees, it still hinted at her delicious and very talented curves. At my slow nod, her smile widened. Just as Amy halted beside her, she faced her daughter.
“Here, take this to the table, would you, sweetie?” she said, while handing Amy a covered porcelain serving dish. As her daughter headed past me to the dining room, Mrs. Warren looked at me. “Sam’s gonna be late, but, um, I ... You’re very handsome, Damon. And, uh, you look hungry.”
Rather than reply, I moved to her and skimmed my hand over the swell of her butt. With a tiny whimper, she pushed into my palm.
“I can’t wait to dance for you again, Damon,” she whispered while glancing towards the dining room.
“Is that all, Jewel?”
While squeezing a firm cheek, I watched her glossy red lips tremble, then widen. At approaching footfalls, she shook her head as I withdrew my fingers. By the time Amy was back in the kitchen, I had a dish in my hands. When she flashed me a grin, I shrugged.
“Gotta work for my dinner.” I laughed, then left for the dining table.
Before I could return, she and her mom entered with the rest of the food. With her daughter sitting across from me, Mrs. Warren sat at one end. While discussing her sister’s latest bratty adventure, they filled our plates. At my smile while inhaling the aroma of fresh, home-cooked pot roast, Mrs. Warren’s face lit up.
“Wow!” I exclaimed. “Gorgeous and an amazing cook.”
“Oh, you. What a charming young man.” Despite her speaking in a calm tone, her face reddened. After looking at her daughter, she gestured with her glass. “He’s a keeper, this one.”
While Amy nodded over the twinkling rim of her own drink, her bare toes slid onto my calf. Although I didn’t jolt, at the briefest twitch of my eyebrow, those hazel eyes twinkled. Happy and ... Hmm, possessive?
Just as I was about to speak, a car pulled into their driveway and Mrs. Warren looked towards the curtains. When she turned to me, her daughter missed it, but I caught a brief flicker of disappointment. It vaporized when the front door opened.
“Honey, I’m home,” a deep voice called from the foyer.
When a towering figure appeared in the doorway, my pulse skyrocketed. Mr. Warren wore the blue and gray uniform of a captain in the state police. Yet, even as he looked past his wife at me, he was smiling.
Oh, but long, scaly head flung high, did the dragon ever cackle.
Because I hadn’t done my homework. Simply accepted Amy, without much planning. When I glanced at Mrs. Warren, she remained silent. But as she tilted her head so he could place a kiss on her cheek, she gazed at me over the rim of her glass.
And in those glossy, deep brown pools? At first amusement, but then as she noticed my tensing—fear. Not at being caught, but that I would bolt. But I didn’t react that way. Never have, and not sure I could, despite all the anxieties that had plagued me. Certainly not at that point in the wondrous interlocking maze that my life had become.
Instead, I held her husband’s gaze. While rising to my feet, I held out a hand. When he gave me a solid grip that I returned, his chin nodded.
“You must be Damon Porter.” A smile appeared on his face. Genuine. And welcoming. “Jeez, between Amy and my wife, I’ve heard so much about you.”
“All good, I hope, sir?”
“Yeah, I’ll say.” He laughed before gesturing at my chair. “Sit, sit.” After looking at his wife, he unbuckled a shiny black pistol belt. “Gonna run upstairs and change, dear. Back in a minute.”
While he was gone, they returned to the discussion of Denise while Amy’s toes played along my leg. But once he’d returned, settling into the seat at the far end of the table, they fell silent.