Demon Seed 2
"Ugh! Gawd! Fuuuuck!" Meredith cried hoarsely. Her body rippled and spasmed beneath her son as he sawed into her buttery quim mercilessly, trip-hammering her with his merciless cock.
Delirious with pleasure after years of frigidity, the sexy MILF kept her long, shapely legs drawn up and wide, providing maximum space for her son's angry demonic prick as it stabbed her again and again, sending her to the latest in a long line of orgasms. Mother and son had been locked in an incestuous sexual congress on and off for the last four hours. Lucas had been insatiable since her mother deflowered him. Looking up at her son, now her Lord and Master, she sobbed in orgasmic joy.
She understood her place. Her youngest daughter Rana was visiting today, coming home from college early to see the baby brother she no-so-secretly lusted after. Repeated uses of the Dialect had resulted in Rana becoming natural submissive, an eager slut Master wouldn't even have to flex to get to have his babies.
"I will take Rana tonight, Mom," Lucas growled, seemingly sensing her own fleeting thoughts as her son's cock repeatedly greased her sodden cunt. Orgasming yet again, she sprayed his flexing abdomen with her vaginal juices. "And you will watch. It will turn you on immensely. When you sleep, you will fantasize about how incredible sex with your daughters will be. Imagine how their cunts taste. Imagine cradling their faces while they both suckle at your breasts. Imagine how it would make you feel to see your daughters in a sixty-nine while your son fucks your asshole."
Meredith shuddered, moaning hoarsely. Her sexy body was a measure of sweat and cum. Lucas had taken her repeatedly, shooting ropes of cum across, over, around, and inside of her. Her hair was matted, her face smeared with a mixture of both wet and dried sperm.
"Tell me you understand."
"Master, I understand. Thank you so much."
"Now for your benediction," Lucas mocked, as he pulled his rod out of her with a sucking slurp, only to shoot globs of his demonic batter onto her body, like giving a house a fresh coat of paint. His mother was a quivering mass of flesh beneath him.
She lay on the kitchen table, where Lucas left her. As he walked away with an almost predatory stride, he called out to his first servant.
"Clean up before you go upstairs. Sleep it off and remember what we spoke of."
"Yes, Master."
While waiting for Rana to arrive, he took a quick shower, put on some nice summer clothes, and settled into Meredith's office, using the password she provided to go into her extensive database. His mother had amassed an impressive amount of wealth and even more impressive amount of power in the last 18+ years. Even before his birth, she'd been involved in obscure demonic cults, serving as a member and later a leader of one. The night of his own birth, his mother had killed everyone except one person using the Dialect.
He discovered how extensively she used mind control on him and his sisters, and it blew his mind. Lucas was curious to see what Rana and Lucinda would do when they discovered how controlling mother had been to them all those years; what she'd done to them, all the times she made them forget something important. The friends they had lost, the possibilities destroyed all so she could be dominant over their lives.
Also, Lucas was overwhelmed at the level and scope of power his mother wielded from here. Apparently, she used zoom and other audio video applications to make sure she had loyal subjects in every country that mattered, all in positions where they could get her mother a personal audience with those directly in power. All she had to do was use the Dialect a few times and viola.
Meredith had teams of people that watched and monitored his daughters. There was the angelically kind, smallish nerd Rana, and the devilishly impulsive tall-like-her-mother Lucinda.
He listened in on enough calls between Lucy and Rana to know his younger sister planned to have sex with on his birthday tomorrow. As adorable as that was, he was going to have to put a crimp in her plans by taking that virgin pussy tonight. Lucas salivated, thinking about what he was going to do to her.
Lucinda was planning on not showing up, and that wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. Lucas used his cell to call her.
"Luke?" Lucinda asked.
"Hey, Lucy, how are you? Hope I didn't wake you up."
It was a trip watching mother's desktop record the call he was having with her right now.
"You didn't wake me up, although you never call this early before. Everything ok? Is she dead?" She asked, the last part clearly asking about Mom.
Lucas laughed. "She's fine. I called to invite you to what is probably going to be a boring birthday party." Lucas didn't want to let on what he already knew.
Lucy just laughed. "Brother, you never know. Maybe you'll get a unique present this year from someone close?"
"Lucy, I may have an idea for how we can keep mom out of our lives. Let's just say I found something incriminating and want you to be here when I reveal it."
Seconds passed as his sister processed what was said. He pictured her, probably wearing a pair of short shorts and a skimpy t-shirt that revealed her sexy navel ring. Her long black hair pulled into a ponytail, her exotic, aquamarine eyes with their piercing gaze constantly on the alert. Her pear-shaped ass so tight, the way it stood out when she stood up straight, her back slightly arched... Lucas wanted Lucinda's full lips around his meat pole.
"You've got the floor, baby brother. Tell me more."
"She's eavesdropping on your calls. I'll send you an excerpt so you know I'm not full of shit. Come out so we can talk more about it."
"You're not kidding, are you?" Lucinda asked. The mirth had been drained out of her tone. She was upset.
"I'm as serious as a pimple on prom night, Lucy," he said. "Come home and we'll talk."
"Tell you what, Bro," Lucy said, "Rana got me a one-way ticket out there and I'll take it. I should be there tomorrow afternoon. Don't bother picking me up from the airport. I'll use Rana's Uber account to ride to the house."
"Nonsense, Lucy," Lucas said, "Text me with your arrival time and I'll have a valet waiting for you. You'll ride here in style, like you deserve."
"Well, since you put it that way, how can I refuse?"
"You can't. It's useless to resist," Luke joked. "See you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you too, Dweeb." Lucy teased before hanging up.
For Rana, the day just got stranger and stranger.
Prior to her arrival, she traded texts with Lucy; the subject being about Luke finding something incriminating about Mama. Rana worried she was going through all this work just to walk into a shit storm.
Rana styled her blond hair the way Luke liked; a short blunt bob with bangs. At college she was an introverted bookworm, but in the Bell Household she was the peacekeeper, soothing fractured egos and easing tensions where and whenever able. Her biggest frustration and thing that made her cry was the unspoken enmity between Lucy and Luke. It was clear neither one knew why they weren't talking. When Luke called Lucy earlier telling her to show up, it was the first time they had talked in almost three years.
What happened between Luke and Mama that made Luke call Lucy home? Things had gotten so tense that Rana had plans to rent a two-bedroom apartment off campus so that Luke had a place to live should Mama kick him out after his birthday. The last part Luke didn't know about.
Imagine her surprise when Luke greeted her with both open arms and a fuzzy navel! Fuzzy Navels were her favorite drink. Three parts orange juice, three parts orange schnapps. No one made a better fuzzy navel than her little bro.
Given what Rana already knew, there was genuine concern that Mama was alright. Luke went up with her to check in on Mama and she was indeed sound asleep and very naked. Wow. What amazed Rana was good a shape Mama was in. It was beyond impressive. She did not have the breasts of someone over 40 years of age with three children. Rana hoped her breasts stayed as nice as her mother's.
Mama didn't come down until dinner was almost ready, and Rana immediately became concerned. Not that she didn't look okay. Normally stoic and controlling, Meredith dressed smartly, professionally and provocative but it was always elegant and tasteful. Mama came downstairs in a silver mini-dress and hoop earrings. Stiletto heels click clacked on the floor.
"Hello, Honey!" Meredith hugged her youngest daughter.
"Mom, are you headed out tonight?"
"No honey, I'm dressed for dinner!"
Rana looked at Luke.
"I think you look wonderful, Mother," he said, leering at her legs.
"Oh, Luke," Rana watched as her mother sidled over to her son and kissed him on the mouth. "So handsome." She kissed him again on the cheek.
"Mama, I didn't even know you had hoop earrings. Would you like a stick of gum to go with the ensemble?" Rana asked.
Luke got a kick out of watching Rana try to figure out what the fuck was going on, but he could tell it was going to impede her enjoyment and that seemed like a shame.
