Turned Demon

My story starts back when I was normal, or at least as normal as you can be when your family is in a satanic cult. The details of their practice is lost on me, due to how young I was, but they seemed quite normal usually. Generally I think they really didn’t involve me in their practices much until that one night, usally going to some other members house while I was babysat. I was generally an outgoing, and loving kid, always just wanting to be involved. So when I one day said I wanted to be involved in their rituals, they decided that they’d really do it.

I’ll save you the gory details, but I’m sure you can imagine how a satanic ritual might go. Their goal I later found out, was to use my body to vessel a demon. During the process, I truly felt like a demon was trying to enter my body. Just as it felt like it started to seep in, the police showed up, quickly arresting the coven, including my parents. Of course when I explain I felt the demon start to enter me, they immediately concluded that I was traumatized. Not that I wasn’t, but I would later find that I wasn’t wrong. Overtime, my new powers started to form. The first was mind reading, which is probably the worst to get first for a traumatized kid, as I could here all the pity I didn’t ask for. With that ability though, I was able to deduce how my powers were growing. I was gaining it from the thoughts of others. Specifically, the thoughts that they thought were evil, depraved, or “sin”. This usally affected acts to, as most people think about what there doing. This causesd what I call demon energy to grow inside me. Some abilities like my mind reading, didn’t cost demon energy, but strength was related. Mind reading for instance, the distance I could read minds depended on the amount of demon energy I had accumulated, decreasing as I used it up.

Over time, my abilities started to continue to manifest. Gaining supernatural senses and strength, as well as a persuasion ability. Most abilities that cost energy were ones that pushed these past their current limit temporarily, or changes to my body. Changing my body was one of the last I noticed, not happening until puberty. Of course, who could fault a teenager for wanting to be packing a bit more? Moving on, it was primarily my persuasion ability that finally got me out the system, and into a new family, becoming Luke Walton.

After being dramatized like that, and being in the system, I became quite the loner. Luckily the range I absorbed demon energy became good enough that I didn’t have to worry about going out. With never really having a need to use it, I amassed quite a lot. I ended up just spending most of my time reading. Since I can read about as fast as I can turn a page, I started using a subscription to an online library to read, as it would draw to much attention if my family found out I could read this fast. They did find it weird that I never was into sports or games, but they are pretty dull when you got powers.

My sister Hanna loved to get me to do stuff with her. I knew she was just concerned for my well-being, and I grew to have fun being with her, as I enjoyed feeling the joy and love that was just naturally her nature.Her excuse for being protective of me was that she was older, though it was only by a month.As my parents go, they were fairly hands off, at least with me, with my mom asking me every once and awhile how I was doing. With Hanna though, she used to talk their ear of about everything until she started high school, and then she started to share a lot less.

I was fairly certain that my powers had finished developing, but I was wrong, as when I woke just after my eighteenth birthday, I developed a unique smell, causing people around me to not only become aroused by me, but to also start ignoring normally obscene behavior as if it’s normal for me. This also seemed to effect any person that seemed to be interacting with me. When I woke, and sense this new ability, how could I not try it out? With that, I decided to head out of my room naked, deciding I would say I just didn’t realize it if it didn’t work, utilizing my persuasive ability if needed.

With my dad normally leaving for work early Saturday, and my sister usually sleeping in, it was my mom I found first, in the living room.

“Good morning sweetie!” My mom says when she saw me, clearly not caring that my body was bare before her.

“Morning mom! What you watching?” I ask, taking a seat next to her. This new abilities ignore power is spontaneous, but the arousal effect takes time to build up. Being closer should also help speed up the effects.

“Just some reality tv, are you sure you want to watch with me? I thought you hated it?” She asks. Although I really did, I wanted to better understand my power.

“I just felt like spending time with you. It’s been far to long since we did stuff together!” I say.

“Aww! Why don’t you scoot over here then. We can cuddle like we use to!” Your mom says, clearly feeling nostalgic after your words. Since being closer will speed it up, you decide to accept, and lay back into her. As I monitor her emotions, it only takes about a minute for the arousal to start budding. Once it does, it starts to grow quite rapidly. The thought of her getting aroused by me is quite thrilling, causing my cock to harden. You notice this increase the arousal effect of your scent, and my mom seems to be effected, her hand slowly drifting down on me subconsciously. When she accidentally hits the shaft, she finally notices my hardon.

“Looks like you really are my big boy!” My mom giggles. Her eyes glued to my cock. I then realized that she won’t really act on her arousal towards me without my intervention, meaning I don’t have to worry about concealing the scent. I also decide to finally go for it.

“Yea it’s a bit uncomfortable mom. Do you think you could jerk me off to make it go down?” You ask, using your persuasive power. Normally my persuasive power can only make people do things that there just to do, so normally asking this wouldn’t work.

“Sure honey! Mommy will make it all better!” She responds, before taking a grip on my massive rod. Making me moan as she jerks me off. With her technique, it’s clear this isn’t the first time my mom has jerked a guy off. I just let her do her thing as we both watch tv. As my cum starts boiling up though, I realize that I don’t have anything to capture my huge cum shot.

“Mom, I’m gonna cum! I don’t want it to get everywhere, so why don’t you swallow it?” I ask, using my persuasive power.

“Sure honey!” My mom quickly responds, getting on her knees, before taking the head into her mouth. She then starts swirling her tongue around the head, as she continues jerking my shaft.

“Fuck! Here it comes!” I moan, right before I start emptying my balls into her mouth. She tries to gulp it down, but a good amount spilled out, covering her chin and breasts.

“That was one hell of a load sweetie!” She exclaims.

“Yea! Thanks for the help mom!” I reply, sighing.

“It was my pleasure baby!” She answers back, scooping some of the cum on her chin with her finger, before eating it.