Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 10

Published: 25.04.2008

Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, mF, NC, Heterosexual, Cuckold, Incest,  Caution

Synopsis: Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Or does it? Will good triumph over evil? Or is absolute power irresistible? Just imagine being able to control anyone — neighbors, teachers, cheerleaders, strangers, mothers and their children, people you desire, people you detest. What would you do? Follow one boy’s journey.

 

Satan’s Son 10

Sitting at a traffic light with the top to his Mustang down and his hands clasped behind his head, Charlie looked up at the cloudless sky. Life was great! He really enjoyed humiliating the bastard cop — and having sex with his beautiful wife and young daughter wasn’t bad either. He felt powerful, like a king. More than a king, like a god — invincible, free to do anything he wanted.

The blasting horn interrupted his reverie. It wasn’t a polite single tap, but the person’s hand was obviously pressed against the horn which emitted a constant blaring noise. Charlie glanced at the traffic light and saw that it had turned green. Then he looked into the rearview mirror, glaring at the man in the car behind him. Smirking, he gave his car a little gas and glided into the intersection, but kept looking back in the mirror. He smiled when the car behind him swerved to the right and lurched forward, tires burning rubber as it crashed into a telephone pole causing a rather large vee of mangled steel where the smooth front of the car had been. Steam rose from the broken radiator as the driver struggled to untangle himself from the collapsed airbag. Charlie chuckled and sped off. He was on top of the world!

His engine purred as he drove through the quiet residential streets. He didn’t know what he was looking for. All he knew was that he was bored. The children’s screams caught his attention so he pulled the Mustang to the curb. Turning off the engine, he watched the children playing in the playground, the mothers sitting on benches watching them or reading. Two were on cell phones.

Charlie looked from one woman to the next. Each one stopped what she was doing and looked around, and then began squirming. It looked like ants had gotten into their clothing. Charlie giggled and climbed over the center console so that he could sit in the passenger seat, his crooked arm resting on the door.

The women were looking at each other, a panicked expression on their faces. Some rocked back and forth; others opened and closed their legs; some did both. A young mother in her mid-twenties wearing a yellow dress gave in to her needs first. Her hand disappeared beneath her dress and her arm moved vigorously.

Another woman sitting on the other end of the same bench as that woman saw what she was doing. But instead of bolting, she opened her shorts, lifted her butt, and pushed them to mid-thigh. Her hand slipped inside her green panties and her eyes closed as she too masturbated.

One by one, the women pushed their pants down and began frigging. One lady was sitting on the grass leaning against a tree with her legs extended. She dropped her book and opened her shorts. Rolling onto her belly, her hand snaked under her and into her panties, her ass bouncing up and down as she humped the ground.

The children continued to play, oblivious to what their mothers were doing. Charlie watched from his car — at a bunch of young mothers masturbating in a public playground. He thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Charlie didn’t know who to watch. One woman caught his eye. She fell off the bench and writhed on the floor, both hands inside her panties. Moaning, she pushed her pants and panties down her legs and completely off, and then scrambled to her feet. Charlie gasped. She climbed onto the bench and flung a leg over the back, straddling the wood. Holding onto the back of the bench with both hands, she rocked back and forth, the wood splitting her labia and pressing against her clit.

The sound of boys screaming caused Charlie to turn. Two boys about 13 or 14 were coming towards the playground. They were tossing a baseball to each other as they walked, snapping their glove around the scuffed ball. That is until one boy held his glove at chest height while the ball bounced off his shoulder.

“Hey, you missed,” the other boy screamed and laughed. When he didn’t get a response, he said, “Ronny, get the ball. You missed it so you gotta pick it up.”

But the boy named Ronny just stared into space. When the other boy followed his gaze, his own glove slipped from his hand falling to the grass. “Holy shit!” he cried out.

They had spotted the masturbating women and stared open-mouthed. It gave Charlie an idea.

The closest woman to them was the one humping the ground. She looked up and wasn’t surprised to see the boys standing about 50 feet from her. Somehow she knew they were there and knew what she wanted to do with them.

“Come here,” the woman said. The boys just stared at her, frozen. “Don’t be afraid. Just come here and you won’t be sorry.”

The boys looked at each other and then Ronny walked slowly towards the woman, leaving his friend glued to the ground. He stopped about three feet from her.

“Come here,” she said. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” When the boy didn’t move, she said, “Come here and I’ll suck your cock. You’d like that, won’t you? Please come here. I need you. Here, look at my cunt.”

The woman frantically pushed her shorts and panties off. She sat on the grass, her legs spread with knees up, her fingers pulling her pussy open. The boy rubbed his hard cock through his pants.

“No, I’ll do that for you,” the woman said. “I’ll rub it. I’ll suck it. Come here and put your cock in my mouth. I’ll suck your cock if you do.”

Ronny took very small steps, closing the gap between him and the woman. When he was close, she got to her knees and reached out — he jumped back.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said.

He stood still while the woman knee-walked the short distance. This time she moved slowly, very slowly, and her hands were soon unbuckling the boy’s belt. Dumbfounded, he stared down at her and automatically covered his crotch with both hands when she yanked his pants down.

“Looking up at him, she said, “Don’t be afraid. You’ll like it, I promise.”

Then she placed her thumbs in the waistband of his white BVDs and gently tugged them down. His hands moved slightly away from his body, but only to allow his undergarment to slide to his ankles. He still covered his hard-on. When the woman lifted one of his feet, the boy placed a hand on her head and stepped out of his shorts and underwear.

Nudging the boy’s remaining hand away from his crotch, the woman grabbed his hard cock. It was small so she used her thumb and forefinger to rub it. The boy moaned and hunched his hips. While his eyes were closed, the woman quickly placed his cock into her mouth and sucked.

“Oh god!” the boy cried out, his hips humping.

The other boy was watching in silence, and then got the courage to walk up to his friend. He stared down at the woman sucking his friend’s cock, and he rubbed his own hard-on.

Taking the cock from her mouth, the woman said, “I’ll suck you too. Take off your pants.” And then she put Ronny’s cock back into her mouth.

The other boy immediately dropped his pants and sat on the grass, pushing his clothes down his legs and off. The woman immediately lunged at him, stuffing his thin, hard cock into her mouth.

“Hey, what about me?” Ronny whined.

The woman’s eyes rose and then she backed away from the other boy’s cock and said, “You can fuck me.”

“I can?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Get behind me and fuck me. C’mon, I need it.”

Still on her knees, the woman leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the sitting boy’s cock. Ronny walked behind her and looked at her upturned ass. He stepped closer, hesitating. And then he leaned forward, his cock bumping into her. Her hand appeared between her legs and grabbed his cock, pulling it down. When Ronny leaned forward again, she guided him into her pussy.

“Oh shit!” the boy yelled, his eyes closed tight, his fingers digging into the woman’s meaty hips. “Ohhh!” His hips humped back and forth rapidly and then he came to rest, lying on the woman’s back.

But before she could even take her mouth off the other boy’s dick, Ronny’s hips began moving again, ramming his cock in and out of the woman’s sperm-filled pussy.

Charlie looked around. Some of the women’s children were standing next to them as they masturbated. But the women didn’t stop. They’d say, “Go play,” or “Leave Mommy alone,” but most of the children were too awestruck to do either.

“Mommy, I gotta tinkle,” a girl around six years old said, both hands clutching between her legs as she hopped from foot to foot.

“Go over there,” her mother said pointing.

The girl looked over her shoulder. “Where?”

“Over there, by the bench.”

“But someone will see,” the girl whined.

“Just do it!” the mother screamed, two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.

The little girl walked to the end of the bench and looked over her right and left shoulders and then quickly pushed her shorts with elastic waist down to her skinny thighs. Her white panties with yellow daisies went down with the shorts. She placed a hand on the bench seat and squatted, staying like that for a few moments, and then a stream of urine splashed onto the grass.

“Mommy, I don’t have any toilet paper,” the girl cried out still squatting.

Her mother looked up and then glanced around. She grabbed her panties and tossed them to her daughter. “Use these,” she said.

“But it’s not–”

“Just use them and be quiet! I’m busy.” The mother was vigorously rubbing her clit.

Charlie looked back at the mother having sex with Ronny and his buddy. She was wiping her mouth and a string of white semen hung from the tip of the boy’s hard-on. Ronny was still fucking her from behind.

A young girl around 7 years old ran towards the woman, yelling, “Freddie pushed me.” She stopped dead and stared at her mother. A 9-year-old boy was trailing her, walking very slowly, his eyes fixed on his mother and the two boys, forgetting about his little sister’s bitching.

“Mommy, what are you doing?” the girl asked.

Her brother came up from behind and grabbed her arm, pulling her away. She wrenched her arm free.

“Stop that!” she shouted. “You hurt me.” Then, turning back to her mother, she whined, “Mommy, make Freddie stop.”

The woman turned to see her children watching her. “Go away. Don’t stand there,” she yelled, all the while pushing back on Ronnie’s cock.

“Let’s go,” the brother said.

“No, I don’t wanna. I wanna stay here.” The 7-year-old crossed her arms across her flat chest and stomped her foot.

“Please, honey,” the mother said panting, “go with your brother.”

“Why? Who are those boys? What are you doing? Why are they naked? Why are you naked?”

“I can’t talk now. Go with your brother.”

Her brother reached for her, but the girl was already running up to her mother. She stopped next to her and her skinny arm rose, her finger extended.

“Mommy, his thingy looks funny. Why’s it sticking up … and what’s that stuff on it. It’s on your chin too. And him,” she pointed at Ronnie, “what’s he doing to your tushy.”

Charlie was giggling in his car. He saw the troubled expression on the mother’s face but it excited him even more. How’s she going to explain this to her kids? he thought and chuckled. And then he had an idea.

A panicked look spread across the woman’s face and then she grabbed her daughter’s arm, pulling it so that her hand touched the boy’s dick. The girl jerked her arm back.

“Yuck. You made me touch it,” she said.

“Honey, I need you to do something for me. I want you to hold it for me.”

“Mommy, that’s his thing. I’m not supposed to touch it.”

“It’s okay this one time. Just do it for me.”

The girl lifted her hand and tentatively poked the boy’s cock with her finger. She giggled and did it again.

“Put it in your hand,” her mother said.

The girl grabbed the little, hard dick. “It’s wet.”

“That’s a good girl. Now rub it, honey. Move your hand up and down. Rub it for me.”

Unlike her mother who had to use only her thumb and forefinger, the 7-year-old’s little fingers wrapped around the small cock. Her fist moved up and down and soon the boy’s hips began moving.

“Point it at my face,” the mother cried out when she saw the boy’s eyes close and he gritted his teeth.

The little girl did what her mother said, but looked up when she heard the boy grunt. Her little hand kept moving as he fired semen all over her mother’s face and into her wide open mouth. But when she looked down and saw what was happening, she released the spurting cock and backed up.

Charlie couldn’t take any more. Standing on the car seat, he placed a hand on the door and jumped out of the convertible. By now all the children had stopped playing and were hanging around their respective mothers. Charlie ran to a woman around 25 who was lying on her back, her knees up, her hand between her legs, her fingers pumping in and out of her wet hole. Her 5 year old son stood next to her, crying.

Charlie undid his belt and pants while running, and when he reached the woman he pushed his pants and underwear down. Dropping to his knees, he rammed his cock into her in one thrust. She grunted and stared into his face.

“Yes, fuck me!” she screamed.

Charlie did just that. He pounded her hard, wanting nothing more than to climax. And it didn’t take long for him to fill her pussy with hot semen. He pulled out and got to his feet, looking around. Spotting another young mother on her knees with her forehead on the grass, he ran to her, precariously holding his pants up. Dropping his pants, he rammed his cock into her from behind. She looked over her shoulder in surprise, but then she started fucking him back even though her children were pestering her to “stop acting funny.”

After Charlie climaxed again, he pulled up his pants and went back to his car. He scanned the playground area, and one by one the women stopped masturbating and looked around nervously, and then quickly dressed and grabbed their kids and ran. The woman having sex with the two boys was the last, but she too stopped and pulled her mouth off the boy’s cock and leaned forward to disengage herself from Ronny. His cock was slimy from climaxing several times. The woman quickly dressed, leaving the boys’ mouths gaping, and then she grabbed her daughter’s arm and ran to her son. He turned and fled. Charlie drove away while the mother chased her son, her daughter now clenched in her arm and handing on her hip.

Very good … or do I mean bad? Satan thought watching from is office in Hell. That’s a lot better than when he got all soft when that woman’s daughter walked in on them in her kitchen. He is my son. Yesiree, he’s my son all right. Now just one more thing. He needs to know who I am and who he really is.

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Mary Mangolin spun around. “Oh no, not you!” she said gasping, her hand pressed to the side of her face.

Satan stood in the kitchen staring at the woman whose body he chose to grow his son. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” he said with a smirk.

“Please leave. Haven’t you done enough?”

“I don’t like that answer. I think you are happy to see me.”

“No, just leave.” Mary’s lips were tight, her eyes throwing darts at Satan.

“Good, that will make this more enjoyable.”

“Oh god no!” Mary screeched as she ran up to Satan and dropped to her knees.

While he looked down at her, Mary’s hands couldn’t move fast enough to undo his black pants. But soon she had them down at his feet and she was slurping on his cock.

“Aha, I knew you missed me and were happy to see me,” Satan said, the side of his lip curled up as he glared down at her.

Mary’s eyes met his and a tear rolled down her cheek as she continued sucking his cock. All the while she was tearing at her clothes, pulling them off and throwing them to the side.

“Take it in the face,” Satan said.

Mary pulled back and grabbed his slick dick, rapidly fisting it. When he climaxed, Mary aimed the cock at her face and flinched each time it splattered her. She felt the hot semen running down her cheeks and nose, but as soon as he stopped firing, she stuffed his cock back into her mouth and sucked and licked it, swallowing the remaining sperm.

Satan looked over his shoulder and then the front door opened and slammed shut. Mary’s eyes looked to the side, to the doorway to the kitchen, but she didn’t stop sucking Satan’s cock.

“Mom, I’m h–” Charlie stood frozen staring at his naked mother on her knees sucking a cock. “You!” he spat. “Leave my mother alone.”

Satan chuckled. “Why, you want some of her?”

“Me? Her? No! I … I…”

“You desire her, don’t you?” Satan said. “She’s hot and you want her. It’s okay, you can have her.”

“No! Are you crazy? She’s my mother.”

“So what if she’s your mother. Mrs. Lefsky is a mother, and so are Faith and Maggie, and all those mothers in the playground.”

“What do you mean?” Charlie knew what the man meant, but he didn’t want to admit it.

Suddenly, Mary pulled away from Satan, but to Charlie’s horror she scurried to him on her hands and knees and tore at his pants. He fought her off and even pushed her to the floor a few times, but she kept bouncing up and reaching for his pants. Soon his pants were at his feet and she was reaching for his cock. His anguished mind screamed, Mom, stop!

Instantly, Mary froze and looked up at her son. Then she looked over her shoulder and back to Charlie, reaching for his dick again. Then she looked up at Charlie and her hands dropped. After looking over her shoulder again and turning back to Charlie, her hands moved only slightly and then fell.

“Very good,” Satan said. “You have learned ‘the power’ well. But what’s this silliness. She’s a hot mouth wanting to suck your cock. Why won’t you let her?”

“She’s my mother. It’s wrong to force her to…” Charlie’s eyes went up and to the left and then his brow furrowed. He looked back at Satan. “What I’ve been doing is wrong.”

Satan scowled. “I thought you were past that goodness stuff. I watched you. You used people for your own pleasure. You learned how to live with power and be able to do anything you want. Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

Charlie thought for a moment, looking down at his naked mother on her knees with white gooey semen all over her pretty face and in her hair.”

“No, I don’t like it,” he said. “It’s wrong and I’m ashamed of myself.”

Satan was aghast and it took a few seconds to gather his wits. “Don’t you know who I am by now?” he asked.

“You’re my biological father.”

“That’s all?”

“What else is there? I don’t know why my mother…” Charlie paused, then his eyes got wide. “You made her have sex with you, didn’t you? You forced her. You raped her. That’s how I was conceived.”

“How many of the women you fucked recently weren’t on birth control? How many children have you fathered?”

“Oh my god! I didn’t think…” Charlie’s hands covered his face. “Oh no, what have I done?”

“Stop this!” Satan shouted. “Enough! You are disgusting me.”

“You disgust me. I want you to get out of my house and leave us alone.”

“First you need to know who I am and therefore who you are.”

“You’re my bio–”

“I’ve fathered a lot of sons. But I had high hopes for you. You are strong … stronger than most. I want you to sit by my side. We’ll be powerful. We’ll rule the world.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m Satan.”

“If you want to be the devil go for it, but I want to be good. You fooled me for a while, but I understand now. I don’t know how you did it, but you made me do those things.”

“I didn’t make you do anything. I just gave you ‘the power’ and you did those things all by yourself. As my son I can’t control you.” Satan winced after saying that.

“I must be dreaming. What you did to my mother and what I did to all those people is impossible.”

“Not for me.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“Aha, exactly.”

“Huh?”

“I rule Hell.”

Charlie gasped. He looked down at his mother and then back up. “Are you telling me you think you’re really the devil?”

“I don’t think I’m the devil.” Charlie sighed. “I am the devil, although I prefer Satan. There are too many little pictures of red devils with horns carrying a pitchfork. I wish I could get my hands on the person who started that.”

Looking down, Charlie said, “Mom, is he … can he be … is he telling the truth?”

Mary gave him a solemn nod.

Then Charlie looked at Satan, his face hard. “But you can’t control me. You said so yourself. So I want you out of here and never to come back.”

“You can have anything you want,” Satan said in desperation.

“I have everything I want. I have a mother and father I love and who love me. I have friends and a good life. That’s what I want.”

Satan knew he had lost. Even he had limitations, and when rejected by a son he couldn’t do anything about it. A flash of light filled the room causing Charlie and his mother to snap their eyes shut. When they re-opened them, a faint vapor floated in the kitchen which soon vanished, the sun shining brightly through the window.

Mary hugged her son’s legs and wept. Charlie began to lift her to her feet, but remembered she was naked.

“Mom, I’ll be back in a few hours,” he said. “Get cleaned up and then we’ll talk. I have some things to take care of.”

Without looking at his mother, he turned and left the house. He had to make a lot of stops, to undo what he had done with so many people. He thought he’d start at the playground, knowing the people probably lived in the neighborhood. He planned to go door to door looking for the mothers and their children. He had to use “the power” to remove the memory of what happened from their minds. Then he had to visit the policeman’s house and Mrs. Lefsky, and…

But he decided to keep the money and car.

THE END OF CHAPTER TEN