Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 2

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 2

As was always the case the day following the recurring nightmare, Mary was depressed and tense. What happened so long ago still weighed heavily on her mind. She’d almost forget, but then she’d have the vivid dream and it would all come back — in every minute detail. She was doomed to never forget. “I guess it’s my penitence,” she’d tell herself.

The ringing doorbell startled Mary. She stared at the TV — it was a different show than the one she had been watching. Shaking her head she wondered, What time is it? How long have I been sleeping? But the sound of the persistent doorbell brought her out of those thoughts and she almost ran to the front door.

Mary’s hand flew to her open mouth as the blood drained from her face. “Oh my god, it’s YOU!”

“No, I’m not your God, but yes … it’s me.”

Mary stared in disbelief and then, her hand shaking as she lowered it, said, “It can’t be you. You look the same. I must be dreaming again.”

Mary jumped back when the man’s hand rose, and then she squealed when he pinched her arm. After an evil chuckle, the man said, “If you felt that you’re not dreaming. Yes, it’s me.”

“What do you want? No, it can’t be you. It can’t.”

Without waiting for an invitation, the man pushed past Mary and entered her house. He closed the door behind him, the noise causing Mary to flinch. It was not possible. It couldn’t be him.

“Please, God, let this be a dream. Make me wake up,” she pleaded, looking skyward.

“You’re trying my patience,” the man said. “God is useless. He can’t help you. Now come with me.”

In a daze, Mary silently followed the man into her living room. She sat on the couch with her elbows on her knees and her face cupped in her palms. After praying again, Mary’s fingers spread and she peeked through them.

“You’re still here,” she said almost inaudibly. And then her voice got shaky. “But you haven’t aged. It’s been 19 years. That’s impossible.”

“Actually, not quite 19 years. More like three months shy of 19. And as for the way I look, a year for me is like a single grain of sand on a mile long beach.” Dumfounded, Mary continued to stare. “Well, at least you remember me.” The man chuckled when he saw Mary blush. “Yes indeed, you sure do remember me.”

Mary’s chin dropped to her chest as she said, “I wish I didn’t, but I keep having these dreams and can’t forget.”

“Ah yes. And when did you first have the dream?”

Mary thought for a moment and then said, “My sixth anniversary.”

“Exactly?”

“Well, two days after.”

“So on our sixth anniversary?”

“What? Oh, I guess so.” Mary blushed even redder.

Mary didn’t know where the pencil and paper came from, but the man scribbled a “6” and showed it to her. “Okay, on our sixth anniversary. And when did you have the next dream?”

“On my twelfth anniversary … um, two days after my anniversary.”

The man scribbled on the paper and then asked, “Was that the last one?”

“No, I had one a year ago, two days after my eighteenth anniversary.”

After writing again, the man looked up and said, “So you seem to have them every six years. First on our sixth anniversary, then six years later on our twelfth anniversary, and then on our eighteenth anniversary, which is another six years.” He held up the paper he had been writing on and Mary stared at the three perfectly written numbers — “666”. “Do you see any significance in that?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you know what this is?” After Mary stared dumbly at the numbers he said, “You keep bringing up God. Well, remember the Book of Revelation? It’s the Number of the Beast. The antichrist … although I never liked that term. That implies God and I are equals, and I’m much more powerful.”

“No, it can’t be,” Mary whimpered.

“No? Do you believe in God?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then you must believe in me. Good and evil. Heaven and hell. God and me.”

The blood drained from Mary’s face and her hands trembled. I must be having another nightmare, she thought. What he’s saying is impossible. It has to be. If I’m to maintain my sanity, he can’t be… Mary was unable to even think the word, but the man smirked as if he had read her mind.

“Satan,” he said.

Mary shook her head from side to side. “No, no, no!” she said over and over again.

“Think back … to your honeymoon. Remember the man who approached you on the street with the deep sea fishing ticket?”

The man’s face got blurry and a metamorphosis took place. Both of Mary’s hands covered her open mouth and she screamed, “It was you! You were that man!”

The man’s face changed back to the one in Mary’s dreams and he continued. “I think you and your husband said it must have been fate. Well, I wouldn’t call it fate, but it wasn’t an accident. Your husband said he’d sell his soul to catch a swordfish. Well, if you remember, he came back empty-handed. I didn’t want his soul. I wanted something else.”

Mary listened flabbergasted and then said, “What did you want then? Me?”

“You mean your physical body? I enjoyed that, but no, that’s not what I wanted. Do you remember what you offered me if I’d fuck you?”

Mary’s eyes lowered and she said very softly, “No.”

“You’re a lousy liar. Now tell me what you offered.”

“Money.”

“Yes, but more. What?”

The tears fell from Mary’s eyes, but as soon as she wiped them away more followed. Her cheeks shone from the salty liquid smeared on her face. She tried to gather herself, but was hysterical.

“Please, no! Oh my god, no! Not that. I didn’t mean it. Please, not my soul.”

“I don’t want your soul.”

Mary’s head shot up and she stared at the devil in disbelief. He smiled at the false hope that spread over her face knowing she’d be crushed that much more.

“Then what is this all about?” Mary asked.

Just then the front door opened and Mary’s head spun towards it, but the devil kept staring at Mary. A boy yelled, “Mom, I’m home,” followed by the door slamming and footsteps running up the stairs.

Shocked, Mary turned back to the devil. She frantically shook her head from side to side. “No, no.”

“So you do remember,” Satan said. “Tell me. What was the third thing you offered?”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“What was it?”

“I said ‘my first born’ but I didn’t mean it.”

“Mary, do you know why you had the dream last night? After all, you were having them exactly six years apart on our anniversary.” Mary looked up but remained silent. “Yesterday was a very special day. It’s exactly 18 years and 9 months from that day. I’m here to meet my son … the son you promised me if I’d fuck you. Well, I fucked you and impregnated you. You begged me to. Remember?”

Mary burst into tears. She cried so loudly that her son heard and ran down to see what the problem was. He stopped as he entered the living room and saw his mother sobbing and a stranger sitting across from her.

“What’s going on here?” he asked. “Who the hell are you?”

“Hmm, you’re close,” Satan said, and chuckled.

“Mom, who is he? Did he hurt you?”

“Charlie, I knew him a long time ago. We need to talk so please leave us alone.”

“No, I think the boy should stay.”

Mary looked up at the devil, her eyes pleading. Her palms were together with her fingertips at her chin. She mouthed the word “please.”

“Tell him who I am.”

“Charlie, go to your room. Don’t ask–”

“NO!” The deep resonating voice shook the room like a minor earthquake and both Mary and her son cringed. “I’m here to meet my son and no one will interfere.”

“Mister, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think you better leave. Or else I’m calling the cops.”

“Mary, tell him who his father is.”

“I know damn well who–”

Mary clenched her fists and jaw, struggling to say what was on her mind, but in a losing battle blurted out, “This is your father … your real father.”

It felt like someone had punched him in the gut. The boy’s knees went weak and he grabbed the side of the couch to keep from falling. He looked back and forth between his mother and the stranger, not knowing what to say.

“Big shock, huh?” Satan said.

“Charlie, let me explain,” Mary cried out, her heart wrenching.

“How can you explain? Why didn’t you tell me?” Charlie’s eyes went vacant and then he said, “Does Dad know?”

Mary burst into tears, and then said, “I didn’t even know.”

“What! Who is this man? How could he be my… ?” Charlie hesitated and used his fingers as a calculator. “You were either just married or about to be married to Dad. You cheated on him. How could you?”

Mary couldn’t speak. The palms of her hands covered her face, hardly muffling the sobs. How could she explain what she herself didn’t understand? And then rage filled her like never before. Mary leapt from the couch with her arms extended and fingers crooked like claws. She was two feet from Satan when he slowly raised his hand, palm outward. It was like she hit an invisible wall. Mary dropped to her knees and then collapsed onto her side, curling up into a ball and weeping.

Charlie ran over to his mother and cradled her in his arms. He rocked back and forth, saying, “It’s all right. Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.” Still holding his mother, he looked up at the stranger. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“I’m your father and…” Satan held up his hand to silence Charlie’s protest. “I may not have raised you, but I created you. You are my son. Now that you’re eighteen, I’ve come to give you a gift you never dreamed of.”

“I don’t want anything from you. I just want you to leave. I want my old life back.”

“Is your old life that good?”

“Yes. That’s a stupid question.”

“Wouldn’t you want it to be better? What if you could do anything and get anything you ever wanted? What if you had that power?”

“There’s no such thing. I–”

“Yes there is. I have it and I can give it to you. Think about it. Was someone ever mean to you and you wanted to get even? Did you ever see a beautiful girl who you wanted but she wouldn’t have anything to do with you? You know it’s true. And now I can change all that. I can give you the power to do whatever you want. You have no idea what it feels like to have that power.”

Charlie stared up at the stranger, not knowing what to say.

“Hmm, I see you like the idea, but don’t believe me. What if I can prove it? Would you want to be all powerful?”

“He’s not interested!” Mary blurted out, her face wet with tears but her eyes filled with hate. “He’s not like that. He’s my son.”

“He’s my son too. It was my seed that created him.” Then looking at Charlie, he said, “So, do you want to see what it’s like?”

Charlie’s silence caused Satan to smirk, that same expression Mary saw in her dreams. It was a victory smile.

“Please, Charlie, I’m begging you,” Mary whimpered, still lying on the floor. “Don’t be like him. He’s evil.”

Charlie looked from his mother to the man, back and forth, back and forth. And then he saw the stranger lean forward and place a hand on his mother’s shoulder. Charlie was about to pounce on the man, but it was a very gentle touch and the boy knew it wasn’t intended to hurt her.

“Charlie, please leave,” his mother said as she climbed onto her knees, her sobbing replaced with heavy breathing.

But he couldn’t move, frozen like Lot’s wife when she was turned into a pillar of salt after looking back at the condemned cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. His mother continued to ask him to leave but was no longer looking at him. She was knee-walking, closing the short gap between her and the man. And then Charlie took a step back, covering his open mouth with his hand. His mother was on her knees between the man’s spread legs, her hands tugging on his belt.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

Without turning to face him, and still breathing heavily, Mary said, “Charlie, please leave. Don’t stay here. I’m begging you.”

But the boy’s body was unable to move. The mother he loved was shamelessly pulling the stranger’s pants down. How could she do that? And in front of him. How could she cheat on her husband? His dad. His mother would never do such a thing, so who was this woman now touching the man’s cock?

“Charlie, don’t watch,” Mary said, and then stuffed the cock into her mouth.

But the boy couldn’t tear his eyes off the back of his mother’s bobbing head. She was sucking the man’s cock, her slurping noises filling the room.

“Mom! What are you doing?!”

Letting Satan’s cock slip from her lips, but holding it in her fingers, Mary turned to her son and said, “I’m sorry, but he makes me so horny. Please don’t watch.”

Charlie saw the pleading in her eyes, but it quickly turned to lust just before her head whipped around. She guided the cock back into her mouth and again sucked it noisily. Instead of following his mother’s request, Charlie stepped closer until he could see her profile. Sure enough, her tightly clamped lips were sliding up and down the cock.

Walking up to his mother, Charlie placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her. He had to make her stop. But his mother’s hand rose and pushed his away, and then flayed in the air as if swatting an annoying fly. All the while her head bobbed as she obscenely sucked the cock.

Charlie wanted to bolt from the room — he wanted to grab his mother by the hair and physically yank her mouth off the cock — he wanted to get a knife and thrust it deep into the man’s heart — he wanted to stop the violation of his mother’s mouth — but he did none of those things. Charlie’s eyes were riveted on his mother’s mouth. The lips that had so many times given him a motherly kiss on the cheek or forehead were now wrapped around a stranger’s cock. And she wasn’t kissing it, but sucking it. Her hair flew over her face and the man’s thighs as her head moved like a woodpecker’s. Her mouth smashed into the man’s pubic hair again and again, her nose flattening against his belly. And the sounds coming from her were nothing Charlie had ever heard before — slurps, moans, grunts, and loud gulps to rid her mouth of the accumulated saliva.

Snapping out of his trance, Charlie jumped behind his mother and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled so hard that the two crashed onto the floor — him on his back and his mother sprawled on top of him. It was so sudden that the sound his mother’s mouth made leaving the man’s cock was like the swoosh of air sucked out of a vacuum chamber. She struggled on top of Charlie’s prone body, waving her arms and kicking her legs.

“Let me go,” Mary screamed. “Please, I need it so bad!”

“Mom, what’s gotten into you? Stop it.”

“Let me go! Look, I’ll do you after. But I need his cock so bad.”

Charlie held on tight, finally locking his legs around his squirming mother. “What will you do to me? You’ll punish me for stopping you?”

Without letting up, Mary said, “No, I’ll suck your cock next. I promise. Just let me go.”

Stunned by his mother’s words, Charlie momentarily relaxed. Mary broke one arm free and thrust it back, driving her elbow into her son’s belly. Charlie gasped as the air was knocked out of him and reached for his stomach, doubling over. Mary immediately broke free, crawling on her hands and knees until she was between Satan’s spread legs. Grabbing his cock, she stuffed it back into her mouth.

Charlie lay on the floor getting control of his breathing. His eyes focused on the back of his mother. On her knees, the back of her hair bounced in time with her head movement. The room filled with the obscene noises again. Charlie looked past his mother’s bobbing head and made eye contact with the man.

“Anything you want. Anyone you want. Just think about it. I can give you that power. You’re my son and I want to share it with you.”

Charlie stared at the man. He heard him talking, but the man’s mouth never moved. Charlie rubbed his eyes. That’s not possible. Who is this guy anyway? And then his eyes caught movement and lowered to his mother’s waist. He could see her white cotton panties. Still sucking the man’s cock, his mother had pushed her pants down to her knees. Charlie stared at his mother’s ass, covered only by the thin cotton, and then the flesh and crack came into view as the panties were lowered. For a moment the crotch clung to her wet pussy, but then they joined her pants. Lying on the floor, Charlie stared at his mother’s naked ass.

Mary tried desperately to remove her clothes without releasing the cock, but failing to do so she reluctantly pulled her mouth away and stood up. From his position beneath her, Charlie saw the curly hairs between her legs as they parted. Mary untangled her slacks and panties from one foot and climbed onto Satan’s lap. Charlie saw his mother’s hand between her legs grab the man’s cock and shove it into her cunt.

“Yes!” she cried out as she sat down.

Charlie was speechless. He watched as the long cock disappeared into his mother. And then her pussy slid up and down the cock as she bounced on the man’s lap. Her pussy-lips clung to the cock when she rose and got pushed into her when she sat down. She moved faster and faster, up and down, faster and faster, until the cock was re-swallowed as soon as it became visible. The slapping sounds of her buttocks against his thighs sounded like someone clapping. And then she stopped moving. Charlie saw his mother’s buttocks clench and her hips jerk. She’s cumming, he thought.

Then she started bouncing again, shouting, “Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Deeper! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!” as her pussy once again rode up and down the cock now slick with her juices.

After watching his mother climax two more times, Charlie looked up when the man said, “Do you want a brother?”

“No, I don’t want a brother.”

Satan moved for the first time. Up until then, he was sitting still letting Mary ride his cock. He caught her moving body and pulled it to his. From his vantage point on the floor, Charlie saw the man’s wet cock lodged inside his mother’s pussy. And then the man’s hands cupped her ass and lifted her, causing his cock to spring free.

“No! Cum! Cum for me!” Mary screamed, frantically reaching behind her to locate his cock.

Satan gently, but forcefully, pushed Mary off his lap. On her knees, she looked up at him like a child who had a favorite toy taken away.

“Make me cum from down there,” Satan said.

Charlie stared at his mother, naked from the waist down with her pants and panties still around one ankle. She grabbed the cock coated with her pussy juices and fisted it several times, then stuffed it into her mouth. This time her fist was pressed against her mouth, both moving up and down in collaboration. And then suddenly, she stopped moving. Charlie heard the distinctive sounds of swallowing large amounts of liquid. She was drinking the man’s semen. His mother was swallowing cum!

With a hand on Mary’s forehead, Satan pushed her away. She backed up, panting. Her head suddenly spun around and saw her son staring at her as if she realized for the first time he was there. He gasped when he saw the white cream on her lower lip dangling precariously from her chin. Mary frantically tugged at her pants but they were tangled so her hands flew between her legs to cover her pussy. She rolled onto her side and, with her hands cupping her crotch, curled up into a ball.

Satan stood and pulled up his pants. He stepped over Mary’s body and extended his hand. Charlie took it and got to his feet. Draping an arm around Charlie’s shoulders, Satan said, “Let’s go for a walk. We have a lot to talk about.”

Charlie glanced down at his mother one last time and left the house with the devil.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO