The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 37
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 37 - 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
At my words, bless her horny little heart if momma’s gaze didn’t drop to my straining jeans. With a quiet laugh, I gestured for her to follow before heading to my room. But once inside, I turned on the computer and pointed to the desk chair. For a brief second, she glanced at the bed, before sitting and watching the machine come alive. Yeah, she was riding close to the edge.
But first things first. From behind her, I leaned to open my financial spreadsheets.
“Read these,” I said while settling my hands on her silk-covered shoulders.
As she scrolled, my fingers worked along her tensing muscles. Soon she was both leaning closer with her brows tight and moaning under my massage. At last, she reclined into my wandering fingers and looked up at me.
“Um, I had no idea, Damon.” At the taut grin on her face, I smiled. “That’s a lot of money.”
“Gonna be a lot more, momma.” I ran my palms lower over her chest, but halted above her upthrust tits.
“Oh, mmm, how?” Her breathing hitched, and I caught the slight shove as she tried to get my fingertips to nudge her protruding nipples.
“There’s a guy, Dave.” As her lips widened, she pushed harder. With a chuckle, I let her press her heated stems against my digits. As those long dark eyelashes fluttered, the cutest, needy groan escaped her. Similar to the ones I’d heard from her room. “He can help with investment timing.”
“And, um, this Dave will do this?” As my fingertips teased her nipples, her fingers gripped the chair’s armrests so hard they squeaked. “W-Why?”
Rather than reply, I reached past her again. As she hissed, already missing my touch, I opened the other spreadsheet. The one with my newest assets. As her widening eyes scanned it, her breathing grew more chaotic and much faster.
No longer copious scattered notes, the document told its own story. No need to change Mrs. Warren or Amy. Well, maybe the latter. Love, huh? For that matter, Mrs. Goodman’s line might also need to be appended. Hmm, and maybe those for Ruby, even after her husband returned. Plus, the one for Maddie—college wasn’t that far away.
With momma unmoving, gaze fixed on the screen, I straightened and unbuckled my jeans. Yeah, her lack of response said it all. She’d be loyal. It was past time to see how much farther I could take her. When the denim landed with a muffled thump, she jerked but made no other move. With my painful shaft throbbing, I moved until it jutted past her cheek.
Only then did her breathing hitch. Although she remained quiet, one hand lifted to slide along its underside until she sank her fingers into the curly hairs over my languid, rolling balls. As those supple brown fingers fondled me, the world faded into a blur.
When she turned to place her open lips against the side of my shaft, it was my turn to stop breathing. At the slow wash of her tongue, my knees trembled. Once more, it was one thing to gamble, but as the reward played out, life became wondrous. With the hand tightening around my spinning balls, she pulled away to look up at me.
“Do they hurt, Damon?” She rolled her lips. “They’re so full.”
At the glimmer in those beautiful dark eyes, I didn’t bother replying. The query was rhetorical. She was only convincing herself to be a good mommy. When her mouth widened while gliding towards my tip, I braced.
But my bracing wasn’t enough, and I shook when she slid my knob into her warm, moist mouth. Then trembled harder when she didn’t stop. With those dark brown pools on me from beneath widening black lashes, my mother shifted in the seat to devour even more. After only the briefest pause, she thrust me deep into her slippery vise-like throat before continuing to nibble downwards with her lips.
In one sleek motion, my cock had disappeared within her. Not gonna lie, my first thought was that my church-going mother may have earned those promotions on more than merit. With the one hand still playing in my ball sack, the fingers of her other clasped my butt. As she twisted her head, curly black pubes scraped the gleaming taut skin of her face.
To this day, I’m unsure how I knew. But when I placed my outstretched fingers onto the back of her skull, something magical happened. All the tension in my mother faded. Though shaky, her hands continued to caress me.
If only I could’ve seen her eyes, but I understood. We both did. As my hand held her face tight to me, there was no way she’d escape. Yeah, I could’ve choked her on my cock.
The tables had truly turned. While counting in silence, I had all the control. As she waited, her digits shaking a bit more with every long second, she needed that. But at last, I relented, expecting her to race free of my cock. But she didn’t. Instead, despite the removal of my hand, she remained in place. Only the smallest shudder slipped through her as lengthy trails of warm drool slithered onto my balls.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
Did I know why I said that right then? Nope. Just like earlier, no idea, but mom pulled her stretching lips off me until she could suck in a tremendous blast of air through her flaring nostrils. God, the look in her sparkling eyes. Yeah, I’d been correct. As she slurped on my swollen, pulsating head, she craved that control. Knowing I was in charge at last. In our house, that was one less thing for her to worry about.