Chapter 15

Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

I found myself driving aimlessly, hard and horny and needing to fuck someone. Just anyone. I don’t even know why it had settled on me with such power, but it had. Now I had to find a woman to fuck. I just needed to pound her.

That would be a glorious thing.

My dick was so hard with the idea. It throbbed in my pants as I passed through the Augustines’ neighborhood. I wanted to fuck Mrs. Augustine again. To fuck her and her daughter. I ached for it. I had to be patient.

I had already enjoyed her twice today. Once at school and once in her house after classes.

As soon as I had the poison, I would give it to her to remove Zach from the picture. If someone realized he was poisoned, Mrs. Augustine would take the fall for me. She would claim she did it because she found out he was sleeping with her daughter.

She had to protect her chastity or some nonsense like that.

I didn’t care. I just had to fuck someone. Anyone.

I drove down the street slowly, taking another turn. I was in the suburbs. Families living the American dream with two kids and a dog. I peered through the windows and spotted a dining room. A father and son sitting down, the wife bringing in dinner. She was a delicious woman. Her hair was a vibrant shade of honey brown. She wore this tight-fitting top, casual but it didn’t hide her breasts size. A motherly woman.

A loving wife and mother. Faithful. Wholesome.

I had to pervert that.

I pulled into the driveway, my dick so hard. I ached to exercise the power that Molech had given me. I was the son of one of the richest men in the world. Not the ones who appeared on Forbes. The new billionaires. No, no old money from the time when royalty ruled. The ones who had to go into the shadows to survive the “democratic” revolutions.

We subverted them. Bought politicians. Owned entire swaths of the economy. Hidden behind shell corporations. We had managed wealth since the dark ages. From before. My ancestors once ruled in Egypt. Greece. Rome. We moved where the power was.

Why we were in America now.

I marched up to the front door. A lord who had the right to claim any woman I wanted.

I pounded on the door, my cock so hard for this. I heard footsteps rushing up. The son opened the door. He gave me a look, suspicious and annoyed. He didn’t know me. He should be on his knees groveling before me.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I need to speak with your mother,” I said.

“Mom!” he shouted and walked away from the door. “It’s some kid for you.”

“Some kid?” she answered. She moved into view, those lush breasts bouncing in that blue top of hers. She had on a pair of jeans. Comfortable. Her hips were shapely. She worked out as she came up to me. She blinked at the sight of me. “Oh, my.”

Her cheeks flushed. The arousal swept over her. She knew I had power. Money. That I should be worshiped by her. It didn’t matter how much she loved her husband. Nothing could stop that flush of heat from washing through her. Not if she lacked any power to defend her mind from my sexual domination.

She was just a normal woman. Helpless before Molech’s gift.

I cupped her face and kissed her. She whimpered as my lips melted on hers. The open door shielded us from her family. They had no idea our tongues wrestled. She moaned like a bitch in heat, not caring if any of her neighbors saw us.

This was power.

“Honey?” her husband asked. “Who is it?”

She broke the kiss and gasped, “I ... I don’t know. He’s...”

“In need of a good blowjob,” I said. “On your knees.”

“Yes,” she moaned and dropped to her knees right there on the patch of faux stone flooring before the door. A place to take off her shoes before trampling on her pristine, beige carpet. “I’m good at that!”

She attacked my pants. She unzipped my gray slacks. I didn’t wear jeans. I wasn’t a peasant. She opened my fly and yanked them and my boxers down. My cock popped out. She groaned as she didn’t hesitate to open her mouth and swallow my cock.

I groaned at the warmth of her lips sliding over my dick. That was what I needed. That hot mouth sucking on my dick. She nursed with passion on me. My eyes squeezed shut. It was wonderful having her nurse on me.

Just fantastic.

“What is going on?” her husband asked. “Honey, why are you...” Her husband trailed off as he came around the open door and witnessed his wife sucking on my dick. He watched her bob her head like a wanton slut. “Jenny!”

Anger boiled over his face. He balled up his fists, wanting to pummel my face. I gazed at him. Let him feel my majesty. The power of Molech radiated through me. He shuddered, his eyes widening. Fear washed through him as his anger fled.

He wilted with impotence as his wife suckled my cock with hunger. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. Jenny. Her pet name. She worshiped me with that sweet mouth. Her pink lips work up and down me.

“What is going...?” The son appeared and gasped. “Mom! What the heck!”

He looked as furious as his father. They were so alike in appearance save the father wore his years on his features. The son bristled, ready to kick my ass. But I looked at him. I grinned in triumph as I enjoyed his mother’s mouth.

“That’s it, whore,” I groaned. “You’re going to swallow all my cum, right?”

The MILF moaned around my dick, her left hand gripping the base. She stroked it, her wedding ring flashing.

“Jenny,” her husband whimpered.

“Mom!” Her son quivered there. “This ... I ... What are you doing?”

“Worshiping my dick like the whore she is,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, your mother knows how to please a cock.”

She suckled hard on me. She nursed with such force. It wouldn’t be long before I was cumming. Just firing blast after blast of cum into her mouth. That would be fantastic. I wanted to flood her belly with everything that I had.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with such force. It was fantastic. I groaned, my heart racing as she did that. I hurtled for that wonderful moment. Toward that bursting pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”

My nuts tightened as the wife suckled on my dick before her son and husband. It was outstanding to feel that mouth doing that to me. She worked on me with all her might. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was amazing.

I loved it. I savored that delight, my heart pounding. The son looked so ashamed of his mother while the father just looked hurt by his wife’s betrayal. She didn’t care. She just had to worship my cock. She had to make me cum.

I loved it. I savored that delight. She groaned around my cock. She suckled on me with all that she had. She nursed on me. It was just an outstanding delight having her do that. Just a wonderful moment to feel her mouth around my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s good. That’s so good. Damn!”

I hurtled toward my orgasm. I would have such a big burst of cum in her mouth. I would just spurt all the jizz that I had into her. I groaned, savoring the heat of this moment. It was fantastic having her do that. I loved it. She suckled with all that she had.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. “You’re going to get my cum!”

She moaned around my cock, suckling hard.

“Jenny,” her husband whined. “What is going on?”

“Mom!” The son glared at me.

I winked at him and erupted into his mother’s mouth.

I flooded her with spurt after spurt of my cum. I blast her with all that jizz. It was incredible to flood her mouth with so much of my spunk. She gulped down my spunk. She swallowed all my seed with such desperate hunger.