Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 3

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 3

Charlie and his devil father walked slowly through the neighborhood streets. The boy was all ears as Satan boasted of being all powerful, albeit vague at times. Charlie had once asked about his relationship with his mother, but Satan dismissed it as unimportant. Satan said that when she was with him, she was a hot-blooded, oversexed woman. Seeing the doubt in Charlie’s face, he reminded the confused boy that he had witnessed it firsthand a short while before in their living room.

“But who are you?” Charlie asked.

“I’m your father … your real father.”

“But… WHO are you?”

Satan hesitated a moment and then said, “I’ll tell you about me at a later time. That will take a while. But for now, what’s important is to understand the power I can bestow on you.” Satan studied the boy’s face. “You still don’t believe me, do you?”

“How can I? It’s like weird.”

Satan stared into Charlie’s eyes, the window to his soul. He saw a shy, timid boy. Nothing like what he’d expect in his son, but what disgusted him most was the goodness he saw. However, Satan knew that power corrupted. He was counting on it. He extended his arms, placing his hands on Charlie’s shoulders. The boy watched the man’s black eyes go red, and instantly felt a flash of heat spread throughout his body. Instinctively, he tried to pull away, but even though Satan’s hands were only resting on his shoulders and not gripping them, Charlie couldn’t move. And then his eyes opened wide when Satan’s face began to glow. It turned a bright red, and the warmth within Charlie’s body increased exponentially until he feared he would burst into flames.

Charlie’s eyelids fluttered, closed, and then slowly opened. His red glowing eyes quickly turned back to their normal brown color. Lying on the floor feeling groggy, the confused boy shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

“What happened?”

Satan stood over the boy, hands on his hips. As Charlie got to his feet, Satan said, “Can’t help that. It’s part of it.”

“Huh?”

“I gave you ‘the power.’ It’s time you found out that what I’ve been telling you is real.”

Satan explained to Charlie some of the ways “the power” worked. “You know what people are thinking. It takes a while, but you learn how to do that. And you can make people do things, even if they don’t want to. Let me explain…”

After spending fifteen minutes discussing “the power,” with Satan doing most of the talking and Charlie wide-eyed, Satan rubbed his chin and looked around. “Hmm, let me see.” Satan jerked his head to the right and said, “Do you think that woman is pretty?”

Charlie followed Satan’s gaze. “Oh yeah! Mrs. Lefsky is hot!”

“Too hot for you?”

“For me? She’s married and she’s older. What are you talking about?”

“Charlie, my boy, haven’t you been listening to me? Get your head out of your ass. You now have ‘the power’ and don’t live by any rules. You can have anyone you want, including Mrs. Lefsky. Follow me. Time for you to try it out.”

Charlie watched the strange man walk away, not believing what he was told. Is he serious? he thought, shifting from one foot to the other, digging his hands deep into his pockets. Is he really going to say something to Mrs. Lefsky? Shit, he’s going to get me in trouble. Charlie felt like running away, but for some reason he didn’t want to be left behind so he jogged until he caught up to Satan. He walked next to him fretting about how embarrassed he was going to be when they caught up to Mrs. Lefsky.

Mrs. Lefsky sensed someone approaching and spun around, cradling a brown paper bag in her arms. A sense of relief washed over her face which broke into a warm smile as she said, “Hello, Charlie.”

Tongue-tied, the boy quickly looked at the man to see if he was going to do or say something stupid. Then he turned back to the woman. “Hi.”

“Is there something I can do for you?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Charlie said, “I didn’t know you had ice cream in the bag.

“What?” Mrs. Lefsky said confused. She looked into the bag. “Um, how did you know I had ice cream?”

“You said it was melting and you needed to get it into the freezer.”

“I was thinking that … but, um, I don’t think I said it.”

Charlie quickly turned to the man who gave him a wink. Confused, he turned back to Mrs. Lefsky.

“I better go inside now,” the woman said and turned towards her house.

Please don’t, Charlie thought.

Mrs. Lefsky immediately stopped and stood motionless. Charlie stared dumbly at her, and then he heard the man talking. Turning, he was even more confused when he realized the man’s mouth wasn’t moving.

“She’s obeying your thoughts. She’ll do anything you want. You can tell her verbally or think it. That’s ‘the power.’ You have it, my boy. Go for it. She’s yours to do with as you wish.”

“That’s impossible!” Charlie blurted out. He noticed Mrs. Lefsky look at him, and stared at her while Satan continued to transmit his thoughts.

“Really? Go on, tell her to do something.” When Charlie remained silent, Satan continued. “You don’t have to say it out loud. Think it. Direct your thoughts at her. Trust me, she’ll do what you’re thinking. Or you don’t have to tell her to do something. You can give her a feeling. For example, you could tell her she’s horny, and see what happens. Or that she’s attracted to you. Anything! Just try it. If I’m full of shit, she won’t hear you anyway so you have nothing to lose.”

Mrs. Lefsky looked puzzled. She needed to go into her house, but for some reason she remained standing out on the street. And then her nose itched so she rubbed it. She jumped when Charlie cried out, “She did it!” All of a sudden the usually quiet boy seemed more excited. And then she scratched her ass. It embarrassed her to do so in front of them, but she couldn’t help it. While holding the grocery bag in one arm, she reached around to scratch the annoying itch on her behind that needed immediate attention.

Wide-eyed, Charlie turned toward the man who simply smiled. Then the boy looked back at Mrs. Lefsky who, uneasily, stood before him.

“You better invite us into your house before the ice cream melts,” Charlie said.

“Oh gosh, the ice cream. I forgot all about it. I have to put it in the freezer before it melts. Why don’t you two come inside.”

They followed Mrs. Lefsky into the house. Satan patted Charlie on the back when the woman’s hand reached behind her and pulled her panties out of her crack through her dress. It was a very unladylike thing to do and she looked over her shoulder and blushed. Charlie couldn’t hold back the giggle which made it even worse for the woman.

Standing in the kitchen putting away her groceries, Mrs. Lefsky kept glancing over at Charlie and the unknown man. Why had she invited them into her house? She knew the boy as someone who lived in the neighborhood, but not well. And she had never seen the man before, although Charlie obviously knew him. When her task was done, Mrs. Lefsky turned and leaned against the counter, her hands on the countertop on either side of her.

“What is it you need?” she said in as cordial a voice as she could, but she was uncomfortable.

“I want to have sex with you,” Charlie blurted out.

“How dare you?! Get out of my house!” Mrs. Lefsky screamed.

Confused, Charlie looked at Satan. “I thought you said–”

The woman was irate. “Get out right now! I mean it! Who do you–?”

All of a sudden her eyes closed and her chin dropped to her chest. Mrs. Lefsky’s breasts rose and fell as she took deep breaths.

“What happened?” Charlie asked, eyes wide.

“I just put her to sleep for the time being,” Satan replied.

“Oh … but why did she get mad? Is it because I said it out loud?”

“No, my boy, it’s because you didn’t tell her to do something. You told her what you wanted, not what she was to do or feel.” Charlie looked like he was about to cry. “Don’t worry, it takes time to learn how to use your new capabilities. We can practice on this woman.”

Charlie’s head shot up. “No way! She’ll kill me! Didn’t you hear her?”

Shaking his head, Satan said, “You can control that. You have the power, not her. She’s nothing. When I wake her up, you take over. I’m counting on you not to disappoint me. Charlie opened his mouth to speak, but just then Mrs. Lefsky’s eyes opened. She looked around confused, and then glared at Charlie.

“I told you to get out of my house! You better–” There was a slight pause and then Mrs. Lefsky’s face softened and her voice lowered. “Charlie, it’s so nice to have you here. Would you like a soft drink or something? I have fresh ice cream if you want some.”

Charlie gasped when Mrs. Lefsky collapsed. She lay motionless on the floor, one leg straight out and the other tucked under her crumpled body.

“What happened?” Charlie said panic-stricken, his voice cracking as he tuned to Satan.

“What did you tell her?”

“Um, I sent her a thought that I was a visitor in her house and that she was happy to see me. Then I wanted to ask you something so I told her to go to sleep.”

“And she did,” Satan said with a chuckle.

“What?”

“She’s sleeping soundly.”

“B-But, that’s not what happened when you put her to sleep,” Charlie said desperately, looking back at Mrs. Lefsky lying in a heap on the floor.

“I told her to remain standing. You evidently did not. You told her to fall asleep and that’s just what she did. Let this be a lesson to you, my boy. Be careful what you ask for.”

“What should we do now?” Charlie asked, feeling only a little better.

“Whatever you want. She’s yours to play with.”

“Can I touch her?”

Satan glared at the boy. How could he be of my seed? His mother turned him into a wimp … a good boy. I’ll have to work on that. No son of mine is going to be good. And then he sighed loudly and said, “Yes, you can touch her. You can kick her. You can fuck her. You can do anything you want with complete impunity. Anything! She can be asleep or awake … it’s up to you.”

Satan dragged a chair out from the kitchen table. Flinging a leg over the seat, he sat down with his arms resting on the back and his chin digging into his forearms. He again sighed loudly. Charlie turned to look at the helpless woman. Her dress had ridden up her thighs. He looked back at the man who simply shrugged. It was like he was daring Charlie to do something.

Charlie took a few steps and stood over the softly breathing beauty. Dropping to one knee, he very slowly lifted her dress, keeping a watchful eye on her face to make sure she didn’t awaken. She didn’t.

More and more of her smooth skin surfaced, and then a touch of blue. Charlie held his breath as he uncovered more of her panties. Glancing up one more time, the boy flipped the dress up, exposing Mrs. Lefsky from the waist down. He marveled at the curve of her hip and roundness of her butt. Charlie tugged and pushed the limp body into a sitting position, and then quickly scooted back, dragging her legs straight out.

Charlie’s breathing was ragged, both from exertion and arousal. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pale blue panties covering the prize. All of a sudden he had an uncontrollable urge to see what lay beneath them. Leaning forward, his fingers slipped under the elastic and he tugged. The panties stuck momentarily under her buttocks, but yanking hard got them free. Leaving the panties around her knees, Charlie’s attention was once again drawn to the area where her legs came together.

Charlie sat on his haunches, admiring the woman — the older woman — the married woman. He knew he was seeing something that was forbidden to him, and that made it more exciting. What would her husband say if he knew I was staring at his wife’s cunt? the boy thought devilishly, grinning broadly.

Scampering to her side, Charlie placed a hand on her bare thigh. Sliding his palm along her warm, soft skin, his fingertips brushed the curly pubic hairs between her legs. He didn’t stop as his finger contacted her mons and then traveled lower, nudging between her labia. Leaning forward with his chin resting on Mrs. Lefsky’s thigh, Charlie watched his finger partially disappear into her slit and then move downward until his fingertip came into contact with her hole. With a little push, his finger sunk in all the way. A moan caused Charlie to quickly look up, but the woman’s eyes were still closed and her breathing regular. Charlie glanced at the man when he chuckled.

“She’s sleeping, not dead. You know, it would be more fun if she were awake.”

Charlie contemplated what he was told and agreed. He stood and backed up. Then, while sniffing his finger, he sent Mrs. Lefsky a thought to awaken. Her eyes opened and she looked around in a daze. She had been standing — what was she doing sitting on the floor? And then she glanced down her body.

“Ohmigod! What happened?”

Mrs. Lefsky frantically tugged her panties with one hand and pushed down her dress with the other. She was discombobulated, causing her to struggle all the more in an ineffective manner. Her panties were now twisted, like a nylon cord binding her legs together. Giving up, she quickly smoothed her dress down and then looked up.

“What have you done?” she screamed. “You’re raping me! My god, what are you doing to me?”

Mrs. Lefsky’s face was filled with rage, her veins popping out at her temples and the lines around her eyes and mouth pronounced. She continued to yell, her voice uncontrollably cracking. And then the room became quiet. Mrs. Lefsky’s face softened and her breathing got heavier. Her lower body began a gentle rocking motion as her thighs slightly opened and closed.

Satan smiled knowingly.

“Oh, Charlie, I need … No! What am I saying? I can’t help it. I … I … Charlie, I need you. I’m so hot I can’t stand it. I wish my husband was here but he’s not. I need a man right now! Will you? Please?”

Satan saw the sneer on Charlie’s face and smiled. He is my son. Once he realizes the extent of his power he will lose the goodness his mother instilled in him.

“Will I what?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, don’t be so cruel and make me say it.” Mrs. Lefsky’s hand was between her legs now, rubbing herself through her dress. “Oh, Charlie, I need you to fuck me. I need it now!”

“Do you really want me to fuck you?” he asked, trying to convince himself of the obvious.

“Yes! No … oh shit! Yes, I want you to fuck me! I’m so damn horny I don’t know what to do!”

Mrs. Lefsky was vigorously rubbing her pussy. Her legs were spread as far as the twisted panties permitted, and her actions caused her dress to ride up her thighs until the small patch of material under her hand offered the only semblance of modesty.

“I think I’m going to leave,” Charlie said and turned.

“No! No!”

Mrs. Lefsky got onto her hands and knees and quickly crawled to Charlie. She grabbed his leg and held on tight, looking up at him. Charlie stared down at her pleading eyes and thought she looked like a lost puppy seeking affection. He couldn’t resist and patted her head. To his astonishment, Mrs. Lefsky rubbed the side of her face against his leg.

“Beg for it,” Charlie said, glaring down at the older woman.

“Please, please fu–”

“No, like a dog. Beg like a dog.”

Mrs. Lefsky became still and then backed up. She stayed on her knees, but straightened her back and put her hands in front of her chest with limp wrists. “Please fuck me.”

“I said like a dog!” Charlie shouted so loud that Mrs. Lefsky cowered. “Dogs can’t say ‘please fuck me.'”

Mrs. Lefsky thought a moment and then resumed her begging position. Her mouth opened and her pink tongue hung out as she panted. Her forearms moved up and down and then she knee-walked so that she was next to Charlie. He couldn’t believe it, but she rubbed her face on his groin and even licked the pants covering the bulge.

“Okay, you’re not a dog anymore. You’re a slut.”

The woman grabbed for Charlie’s belt and frantically undid it. In no time, his clothes were around his ankles. She grabbed his hard cock and pulled it, trying to lay down with Charlie on top of her. But he didn’t cooperate.

“Tell me, Mrs. Lefsky, do you suck your husband’s cock?”

“No, of course not! Please fuck me.”

“Why not?”

“It’s disgusting.”

Still holding Charlie’s cock, Mrs. Lefsky used her other hand to push her panties down her legs. It would have been easier to use both hands, but she was afraid of releasing his dick and possibly not getting it back.

“Hmmm,” Charlie said, “that’s the only way you’re going to get me to fuck you.” Mrs. Lefsky’s head shot up, speechless with a pained expression on her face. “The only way I am going to fuck you is if you suck my cock and swallow my cum.”

Any hesitation was measured in nanoseconds as Mrs. Lefsky’s lips covered the throbbing dick. Now what would her husband say? Charlie thought as his hips lunged forward, forcing Mrs. Lefsky to gag and sputter as she pulled away. But as soon as she caught her breath her mouth was once again noisily sucking the boy’s cock.

Charlie hadn’t received a lot of blowjobs, but it was obvious Mrs. Lefsky didn’t know what she was doing. At first she sucked like one would from a straw causing her cheeks to hollow, but soon she got the knack of it. The only time Charlie prompted her was when her teeth scraped his sensitive skin. Other than that, he reveled in her inexperience.

Now that Charlie’s cock was secured — by her mouth — Mrs. Lefsky’s hands were free to remove her panties, tossing them onto the linoleum floor. Charlie’s words, “suck my cock and swallow my cum,” were burned into her mind as she worked hard on his cock. Her head moved quickly, dragging her lips up and down the shaft. When she tired, her tongue swirled around the warm flesh. And sometimes she got so carried away that she’d force the cock into her throat, causing her to gag.

“Mommy, what are you doing?”

All heads turned to the little voice. Well, not Mrs. Lefsky’s. Her eyes shifted, but she wouldn’t release the cock. A little blonde girl around eight years old stood in the doorway to the kitchen, her school backpack dangling from her fingers by its strap and resting on the floor. Her pink dress covering a flat chest and flaring out from the waist had white ruffles around her shoulders and hemline. She stood still, eyes wide open, her free arm extended and her finger pointing.

“Why do you have his thingy in your mouth?” she asked.

Mrs. Lefsky looked terrified, but she paused only momentarily and then began noisily sucking Charlie’s cock again. Her eyes never left her daughter. Charlie was aghast and backed away, his cock popping from the frantic woman’s mouth.

“No, I need to suck it. That’s the only way you’ll fuck me,” she screamed.

“Mommy, you said a bad word.”

Mrs. Lefsky lunged at Charlie, grabbing his legs and holding him tight. Her mouth found his cock again, her lips pressing tightly around it. She sucked hard and ran her tongue all over it.

“Mrs. Lefsky, what are you doing?” Charlie asked. “Your daughter’s here. Don’t you care?”

Mrs. Lefsky’s eyes shot up at Charlie’s face and then darted to her daughter who was still standing in the doorway watching her. But she kept sucking. And then the first burst of sperm blasted into her mouth catching her off guard. She instinctively pulled away from the spurting dick. But then Charlie’s words rang in her head — “and swallow my cum.” She closed her eyes and flinched when the next ejaculation splashed against her cheek, but she had the fortitude to open her mouth wide and clamp it around the cock. As soon as her lips created a seal, she felt another load of warm semen coat her tongue. Charlie’s cock spurted, and Mrs. Lefsky swallowed — again and again — doing whatever it took to get fucked.

“Mommy, he peed on you and in your mouth. Yuck! Mommy, take it out. I don’t like what you’re doing.”

When Charlie pulled his cock from Mrs. Lefsky’s mouth, she doubled over with a hand on the floor supporting her. She coughed and dry heaved, the taste lingering in her mouth, the knowledge of what she had done and that her daughter had seen her do it burned into her mind. Remnants of semen, watered down with saliva, dripped from her open mouth and hung from her lower lip until snapping from its own weight, dotting the floor. Seeing her discarded panties, Mrs. Lefsky snatched them up and brought them to her face, wiping her mouth and cheek. She first looked at her daughter and then up at Charlie, both shame and lust on her face.

“Oh, okay, I’ll go to my room,” the little girl said and walked away, swinging her backpack as if nothing had happened.

Mrs. Lefsky turned and watched her daughter leave but quickly looked back at Charlie. He was staring at her daughter, and then looked down at her.

“I did what you said. Please fuck me now.”

“Get naked,” Charlie ordered.

In a flash, Mrs. Lefsky’s dress and bra were indiscriminately tossed aside. The boy stared at her nude body, adding fuel to his hard-on which hadn’t gone down a millimeter. Charlie slowly removed his pants and underwear and lay on his back.

“Okay, you can fuck me now,” he said, smirking.

Mrs. Lefsky scrambled to Charlie, her hands and knees sliding on the slick linoleum in her haste. She climbed up his body, her hands and knees on either side of his stretched out legs, until she straddled his hips. Then she grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her pussy.

“Aaahhhhh!” she sighed, finally getting what she longed for.

Mrs. Lefsky turned towards the doorway, looking for her daughter. But it didn’t deter her. She lifted up and sat back down. She moaned loudly as she picked up speed, rising and lowering her body, moving up and down, slamming down on Charlie’s cock, driving it deep into her cunt. Her hair bounced on her shoulders and whipped across her face as she fucked him hard. The only times she paused was when she climaxed, and she was on number four when Charlie grabbed her hips to hold her steady as he thrust up into her. His groan was almost as loud as her moan when he filled her pussy with his hot semen.

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Charlie shouted, his sensitive cock being rubbed raw.

Only then did Mrs. Lefsky become still. She was sweating and panting hard, all of a sudden achieving the satisfaction she had craved. Very slowly, she leaned to the side allowing Charlie’s cock to slip from her pussy, wincing as it popped free. She rolled onto her side and then onto her back, the cool linoleum on her hot, sweaty skin causing her to flinch. Her eyes were closed and her face masked with the hair stuck to her sweaty skin.

Mrs. Lefsky looked at the doorway and then at Charlie.

“Don’t worry,” Charlie said, “she doesn’t remember anything we did. Trust me on this.”

Mrs. Lefsky covered her face in her hands and sobbed. “But she saw us.” And then after a pause, “Oh, okay, she won’t remember. Okay, I believe you.”

When Charlie and Satan left, the devil said to Charlie, “Why did you make the girl forget?”

“She’s just a little girl. I couldn’t let her remember what she saw her mother doing.” And then Charlie stopped walking. “Oh shit, Mrs. Lefsky will remember though. I told her that her daughter won’t, but she’ll remember what she did and that her daughter saw her. We have to go back.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. She knows her daughter won’t remember so no harm done.” He tugged Charlie’s arm and began walking. Charlie looked over his shoulder but didn’t go back.

Satan frowned. He has a long way to go. There’s too much good in him. But I’ll win. I always do. At least he didn’t wipe out the lady’s memory. I’m going to have to pay her a visit and find out how much she’s suffering knowing that she cheated on her husband and acted like a slut and didn’t stop even when her daughter saw her doing it. Yesiree, it’s going to be a living hell for her. Hee-hee.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE