9 comments/ 71208 views/ 53 favorites The Stepmother Checkup Ch. 01 By: Tribad Chapter 1 "Sure, Babe. I'm gonna miss you!" "Me too, Peter! See you Monday, then. Gotta go now!" "Bye Macy!" Peter hung up. His girlfriend had just told him she was away with her father for the weekend. They had been together for about three weeks now, after meeting at a party. About an hour later, Peter's phone rang, he didn't know the caller's number. He picked up the phone : "Hello?" "Hello, Peter, it's Dana, Macy's mother." "Oh, hello Mrs Weathers. How are you?" "I'm fine, Peter, thanks. Actually, I was calling you because I wanted to talk to you. Could you come at my place if you don't have anything planned?" "Um, sure Mrs Weathers. Macy just told me she was going on a trip with her dad, so I'm free. There's nothing wrong, is there?" "Don't worry, Peter, I just want to talk. Can you come now if it's okay with you?" "I'll be on my way, Mrs Weathers." Twenty minutes later, Dana's doorbell rang. She opened the door to her daughter's boyfriend. She looked at the muscular, nicely tanned 20 year old young man. As always, she thought, her daughter had good tastes in men. She welcomed the young man in. and led him to the living room, where he sat on the sofa. She quickly joined him, bringing with her two cups of coffee, which she placed on the glass coffee table. "So, Peter, since you've started seeing my daughter, I haven't had much time to talk with you. I wanted to know more about you." "Sure, Mrs Weathers... Well, I'm going to start engineering studies next year, I like sports and electro music..." "Interesting. But Macy already told me all that. I wanted to know you on a more... personal level. For example, what are your long term goals in life? What kind of relationships are you currently looking for?" "Those are hard questions, Mrs Weathers... Regarding my future job, I'm not sure yet, I wouldn't mind working abroad... As for your question about my relationships, are you trying to know if it's serious between Macy and me?" "I'd like to know how you consider your relationship with her, yes." "Well, you know, Mrs Weathers, we've only known each other for three weeks, so it's hard to say. But we have a lot in common and our personalities seem to be a good match." "That's good to hear." She smiled. "Have you had many girlfriends before?" Peter hesitated a moment. He had never stayed very long with one girl, and sometimes even dated several at the same time. "I've had... a few. Usually not for very long, though." "I see. I hope you're not embarrassed with all these questions, Peter. I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." "No, that's okay, Mrs Weathers. I understand you want to know more about the people close to your daughter, and that's fine by me. You want to make sure she dates good people." "Exactly, I'm glad you understand. Now, I'm sorry if this seems a bit blunt, but... I've heard you and Macy when you were locked in her bedroom yesterday. I know you two had sex." The young man blushed. "I, um, I'm sorry, Mrs Weathers, what do you..." "That's okay, Peter, I'm not mad or anything. You're both young adults, there isn't anything wrong about this. But, as you said yourself, I want to make sure you're good enough for my daughter... in every way." The young man was startled. "Wh-what do you mean, exactly?" "I want to know that you're a good lover, that you treat her well. I've had my share of experiences, when I was her age, and not all of them were good. I'd like Macy to avoid bad experiences." "I... I see. Did she tell you something? About me, I mean?" Peter wasn't sure where his girlfriend's mother was going with this. "No, don't worry, Peter. I just want to check things myself. You're the first boy she's had sex with, right?" "Yes..." "Then its all the more important that I take my precautions. Have you had sex with other girls before?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers..." Dana moved and sat right next to Peter. Turning her bust to face him, she said : "Okay. Now, as I'm sure you'll understand, I'd like to check out your body." Peter almost dropped his coffee cup as his heat skipped a beat. "I'm sorry?" "I want to know who my girl is having her first sexual experiences with. I want to see your body." He didn't know what to say : "Mrs Weathers, I... I'm not sure this is a good idea, I mean..." "Come on, Peter, you don't have to worry. There's nothing wrong with your body, is there?" "I don't think so..." She ran her fingers through Peter's hair, looking in his eyes. "Then don't be ashamed to show it to me. I don't think you have any reluctance to show it to my daughter, do you?" "I, um... don't, Mrs Weathers..." He paused to think for a few seconds. The physical contact was making him nervous, but also starting to arouse him. He finally asked : "So, what do you want me to do exactly?" "First, I want you to strip naked." "Okay..." Hesitantly, the young man stood up. He put the cup on the coffee table, and looked around, as if he expected someone to walk by at that exact moment. "Don't worry, we're all alone in here, Peter," Dana said. Peter slowly pulled up his tee shirt, revealing his well formed pecs and abs to Dana. Then he kicked away his shoes, pulled his socks, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down. He was now standing in his underwear. "Pull these down too, please." Shyly, he slid down his underwear, revealing his sex to his girlfriend's mother. Dana's eyebrows raised a little, she was pleasantly surprised to see he was shaven. "Well, you seem to have nothing to be ashamed of, Peter. I wonder what your penis looks like when it's fully erect. Please, show me." "How do you want me to..." "I'm sure you can think of some way," she interrupted him, sporting a playful smile. "Yes, Mrs Weathers..." It was too late to turn back. His face scarlet, the young man slowly brought his right hand to his manhood. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. He had never touched himself in front of someone, and now he was going to do it in front of his girlfriend's mother. He wrapped his fingers around his sex, and began pumping slowly. Dana watched with attention as his manly organ quickly sprang to life. Peter felt his heartbeat accelerating as his penis grew harder beneath his fingers. He shyly looked at his girlfriend's mother, who was focused on his penis. When it reached it's full size, he removed his hand. His penis was now facing up, pointing directly towards Dana. It throbbed slightly with every heartbeat. Peter realized his embarrassment was fading away, replaced by his growing arousal. "You have a very fine penis, Peter. Macy is luckier than I was at her age," she added with a smile. Peter replied with a shy, muffled laugh. Dana, still sitting on the sofa, leaned forward, bringing her face closer the the young man's erection. She delicately grabbed it between her right thumb and index. Peter twitched when she made contact, but didn't say anything. Dana moved Peter's penis left, right, and up, examining it from all angles with lust in her eyes. Carefully, she pulled down the foreskin, revealing Peter's hard glans. She could feel the young man's heartbeat beneath her fingers. She released the hard penis and watched it throb before her eyes. "You're already pretty turned on, aren't you, Peter? "Um, y-yes..." "Now, I want to know if you can hold long enough to give my daughter real pleasure. Some men just think about themselves, and come within a few minutes. I want to see how long it takes you to come." This was going way too far, but the young man was now pretty sure he wasn't going to regret going through with it. Actually, he really enjoyed being naked in front of the beautiful, mature woman. He asked in a low voice : "Do you want me to... masturbate?" Dana smiled and replied : "That would be cheating, young man. Let me handle this. First, you're going to stand on your knees, right before the coffee table." "Why there?" "You'll find out soon enough. Just do as I ask." Peter moved to the coffee table. As he put his knees on the carpet, he saw his erect penis stood only a few inches above the large, dark tinted glass panel. Dana removed the two coffee cups from the table, then placed herself behind her naked guest. She also put her knees down, and pressed herself against the Peter's back. He felt the fabric of her clothes against his body. He smiled as her generous breasts squeezed against his back. "We'll see how sensitive you are, now. I will masturbate you. At my own rhythm." Dana's hot breath caressed Peter's ear as her lecherous words escaped her mouth. With her right hand, she cupped his balls and applied a soft pressure, delicately squeezing one after the other. Peter let out a soft moan, and looked down at the feminine fingers feeling his balls. After a while, she switched hands, and used her right hand to wrap her fingers around his throbbing shaft. Peter felt her firm grip. Still playing with his balls, she began to slowly pump him. Peter didn't move or talk, he was completely submitting. She said : "You seem a little tense." "Yes, sorry..." "Don't be. Maybe you'd feel less ill at ease if we talked about something while I masturbate you?" "Um, I don't know, Mrs Weathers, if you like..." "Um, let's see... Macy told me you're a bit of a musician. What is it you play exactly?" It was strange and disturbing to hear her ask him such a casual question while she touched him so intimately. It was very difficult for Peter to focus on anything, with his girlfriend's mother handling his sex. He looked down at her hand sliding up and down his glistening shaft, and tried to concentrate on the question. "Um, I... don't exactly play an instrument. I'm a DJ. I use controllers to mix various songs together..." He was having trouble speaking, as Dana's stimulation wa starting to draw moans from him. Dana asked : "I see. Do you do that on stage?" "I have on a few occasions... I mainly practice at home." "Actually, if I recall correctly, Macy told me that you two met at a party where you performed?" Peter was breathing deeper and deeper with every stroke of his penis. He once again looked down at Dana's hands playing with his sex as he answered : "Th-that's right... We, um, talked after I finished my performance..." Dana nodded, and progressively raised the speed of her movement. Soon, Peter's breathing became faster and increasingly erratic, and he closed his eyes. "You're doing pretty good, Peter, you think you can hold it a while longer?" "I-I don't know, Mrs Weathers..." She slowed her movement back to its initial pace. Her hand was covered in the young man's precum, easing her sliding movements up and down the sensitive member. She kept going for a while. Once she felt the tension rising again, she released her grip on the young man's erection, and removed her left hand from his scrotum. Peter opened his eyes and looked down. For a few seconds, they both silently looked at the hard member, throbbing with anticipation. Dana smiled as she saw yet another drop of precum appear at the tip of Peter's penis. After a while, she finally grabbed it again, and placed her left hand back on his balls. Her skillful stimulation was driving Peter crazy and bringing him ever closer to the edge, and Dana knew it. She could tell he wold soon come. She said : "You've been holding it long enough, Peter, that's pretty good." "Th-thank you, Mrs Weathers..." "When you come, you will ejaculate on the coffee table. The glass panel will give me a perfect view of the semen you produce. Alright?" "Y-yes, Mrs Weathers..." "And you will warn me before you reach orgasm." "Yes..." The young man was subjugated by his girlfriend's mother. He was completely under her control. Dana used the tip of her index to rub the underside of Peter's glans as she kept pumping him. She resumed their little conversation : "So, Peter, tell me more about when you met my daughter." "Well, I, um... Like I told you, we talked when I had finished mixing on stage. She came to me, she was... beautiful... And we started talking." "Aha. What did you talk about?" The young man now had to make a tremendous effort to be able to keep this casual conversation, as he was getting so close to his orgasm. He took a deep breath and answered : "She started by telling me she liked my playlist... the... songs I had chosen to play. Then I went on asking her about her tastes in... music..." "Macy told me that the second time you met, you..." Peter interrupted her : "I'm sorry Mrs Weathers, but... I'm... going to come..." At the young man's surprise, she removed her hands altogether, and watched from over Peter's shoulder as he began ejaculating. Free from her grip, the hard member began throbbing erratically as it shot white ropes of semen across the glass table. The young man began to growl in frustration from the interrupted stimulation, and Dana quickly grabbed his wrists to hold him in place. His thick orgasmic fluid kept erupting from his twitching sex, one burst after the other. "That's good, Peter. Keep going, release all your load on the table." Dana looked at the glass panel, covered with an increasing number of white lines diverging from Peter's sex. When he stopped ejaculating, Dana felt his body was still tense, and that his orgasm wasn't over. She let go of his wrists and grabbed his penis again. As soon as she resumed pumping it, the young man started moaning and rocking his pelvis against her hand. His orgasmic pleasure was finally spreading throughout his body, thanks to Dana's stimulation. She saw he was about to fall forward and helped him stay up by pressing her left hand against his chest. She smiled as she saw that the young man still had more semen to give her, and felt his whole body tremble against her as he continued his ejaculation. When she saw he was done for good, she increased her grip on his shaft to squeeze the last drops of manly fluid. Peter looked down at the thin, feminine fingers covered in his fluids, pinching him and drawing out all of his semen. Peter's orgasm finally ended in a long sigh of release. Her left hand still on his chest, Dana pressed the young man's body against hers, caressing his sex as the last waves of pleasure coursed through his extremities. "Well, I'm quite satisfied with what you've shown me so far, Peter," she said as she let go of him and rose up. "Um, thanks, Mrs Weathers." Dana walked towards a box of tissue across the room, and grabbed several of them. Peter looked at her right hand, covered in his white goo. As she wiped her fingers, she moved toward the kitchen and pulled a cleaning product from a drawer. She walked back to the living room and to the coffee table. Looking at it with a smiling nod, she said : "That was a pretty impressive ejaculation, Peter." "Th-thank you, Mrs Weathers." "Now, please be a lamb and clean it up for me," she asked, putting down the cleaning product and the remaining unused tissues." "Yes, Mrs Weathers." Standing on his knees, naked before the dressed woman standing above him and having to clean his own sperm from her coffee table, Peter felt belittled. Obediently, he grabbed the cleaning product and sprayed it over the surface of the table. "Thank you very much, Peter." She just stood next to him with her arms crossed while Peter, still out of breath from his messy orgasm, wiped the glass panel clean of his semen. When he was done, she asked : "So, Peter, did you enjoy this?" She looked down on him in a judgmental fashion. The young man gulped, at a loss for words : "Mrs Weathers, I..." "Just be honest. Macy won't know. Did you enjoy having your girlfriend's mother masturbate you?" "Y-yes..." "Would you like it to happen again?" He looked up to her. He hadn't had the time to think about it, but suddenly he realized that the reasons she had initially given him were just excuses, and that she really did all this just because she enjoyed it. This made him feel like he had betrayed his girlfriend even more, but this was so good... He actually really enjoyed being her plaything, and admitted : "Yes, Mrs Weathers." "Then come back here tomorrow afternoon. You can get dressed, now." Chapter 2 Dana watched TV while she waited for the doorbell to ring. It was 3pm, she expected her daughter's boyfriend would be here any minute now. She had spent the rest of the previous day thinking about what she wanted to do with him. She wanted to dominate him further. She wanted to make him her sexual plaything. And from what she had seen so far, he wouldn't be very reluctant to submit. Finally, the doorbell echoed in the house. Dana stood up, turned the TV off and walked to the door. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white sleeveless top. She unlocked the door and opened it. "Hi, Peter, how are we doing today?" "Fine, Mrs Weathers." "Please, now, come on in." Like the previous day, she invited him to follow her to the living room, and sit on the sofa. As soon as they both made themselves comfortable, she asked : "So, Peter, why did you come here today?" The young man didn't expect the question. They both perfectly knew what had brought him back, given their last conversation. But it seemed she wanted to hear him say it. "Well, I came because you... invited me." She frowned slightly. "Don't give me that, Peter. You came here for one specific reason. And I want you to tell me." The young man blushed. "I, um... want you to... well, I want to do what we did yesterday, again." "And what did we do yesterday?" He was now becoming scarlet. Dana, on her side, didn't seem to be affected by the conversation she was leading. "You... I... undressed for you, then... you touched me." "And you want that to happen again?" "Yes..." "Then ask me. Politely." It took all of his courage to answer. "Mrs Weathers, I'd like to... undress for you again. And I'd like you to touch me." "Good. Then undress now." "Yes, Mrs Weathers." Peter stood up and began removing his clothes. His lust was slowly taking over his embarrassment, and he slowly gained back his composure as he dropped one garment after the other. Still, he had trouble looking at his host in the eyes. Soon, he stood before her, completely naked. Dana stood up. "Follow me," she said, as she turned around and walked out of the living room. Peter followed her, leaving his clothes behind, as she led him her bedroom. There, he found a large bed, covered with white sheets. "Are you ready to do anything I tell you, Peter?" Her tone was calm but somewhat authoritarian. The young man hesitated, but pushed by his lust, he felt compelled to agree : "Yes." "Yes who?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers." "Good. Now, get on the bed. You will stand on all four, facing away from me, on the edge of the bed." The young man obeyed timidly, slowly placing himself as requested. He realized that by doing so, he was exposing his dangling sex as well as his anus to his domineering host. His penis wasn't fully erect yet. Dana grabbed a small transparent glass from her bedside table and spoke : "Now, Peter, I am going to milk you. I will draw out all your sperm and fill this glass with it." As she spoke, she immediately noticed his member getting harder. "I can see this idea seems pleasing to you, young man. Tell me, have you ever been milked before?" "No, Mrs Weathers." Dana put the glass on the bed, beneath the young man's sex, and opened the bedside table's drawer. She pulled from it a bottle of lubricant. She opened it and began pouring it abundantly above Peter's crotch. She looked as the thick fluid ran down from his lower back, sliding between his buttocks to reach his anus, then continued its journey along Peter's balls and his now fully erect penis. She kept pouring until Peter's crotch was completely covered in lubricant. She grabbed his sex and stroked it a couple of times before releasing it. The young man moaned. The Stepmother Checkup Ch. 01 "I can see you're already nice and hard. Is that because of me?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers, you're... making me hard." "Good." With both hands, she parted Peter's buttocks and looked at his anus. She put her right middle finger above his coccyx, and let it slide down until it passed over the young man's hole, making him twitch. "Has a woman ever fingered your ass, Peter?" "N-no, Mrs Weathers." She grabbed his penis firmly wit her left hand, placed her right middle finger on Peter's sensitive hole, and said in an assertive manner : "I will now finger your ass, Peter. Are you ready?" "Um... yes, Mrs Weathers..." Still holding his sex with her left hand, she began circling Peter's hole with her middle finger. She could see it twitch slightly in reaction to her lubricated touch. Slowly, she began pushing her finger inside him. She inserted one phalanx. "Does that hurt, Peter?" "No, Mrs Weathers." She kept working the virgin hole, slightly widening it to allow deeper penetration. This lasted a few minutes, until her finger was in completely. "Can you feel me inside you, Peter?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers." Slightly increasing her already firm grip on his penis, she said : "Now, Peter, I completely control you." She felt the young man shiver as she said this. "I own your pleasure, I can give it to you, or I can withhold it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers." "Now, Peter, I will make you ejaculate. But you don't necessarily need to come to release your semen. I am not interested in your orgasm, I only want your sperm." Suddenly, Peter felt Dana pressing something inside him. It didn't give him any pleasure, but he felt a familiar rush from his balls all the way through his hard sex. He looked down and his eyes widened as he saw several white bursts erupt from his sex. Dana held his member so that his sperm directly landed inside the glass. Peter felt utterly violated. Dana so easily controlled his most intimate bodily function, bypassing any sexual pleasure he could have and directly making him ejaculate. "As you can see, Peter, I own you. You will give me your semen when I demand it, and you will come if I allow it. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, Mrs Weathers..." "I will make you ejaculate again. If you give me enough sperm, I might let you come later." Once again, she pressed the same spot, but this time held her finger on it. Powerless, Peter looked at his sex as it began gushing semen. One rope after the other, the white fluid filled the small glass. The young man remained perfectly still and silent, under the control of his mistress. Finally, he stopped ejaculating, and Dana released the pressure point. "It seems this is all you have for now," she said. She slowly gave Peter's penis a few strokes, immediately drawing moans of release from him, and squeezing out a few additional drops of manly fluid. They both remained still for a while. Peter didn't say a word, he was simply waiting for Dana to do something. He was completely submitting to her. Any slight movement he made reminded him that Dana had her finger deep inside him, and was firmly holding his painfully erect manhood. Dana finally said : "Now, did you make some more sperm for me, Peter? Let's find out." She applied pressure on the same spot for the third time. And as before, Peter, unable to resist, let his manly juice burst out of his hard sex. "That's a good boy. I bet you're not used to giving away your sperm without taking your selfish pleasure first. Am I right?" "Y-yes, Mrs Weathers, you are..." "And how does it make you feel, to know that I can rob you of your cum whenever I want?" "I... I like it." "You do? You enjoy the fact that I completely own your pleasure?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers..." "Do you enjoy giving me total mastery over your most intimate bodily functions?" "I do, Mrs Weathers." "You're such a good boy. Now, maybe I could give you your pleasure if you asked nicely." "Please, Mrs Weathers..." "Please what?" "Please, make me come, Mrs Weathers... I really want to come... Please masturbate me." "Hmm... I wonder what my daughter would think if she heard you say that. Shouldn't you hold your orgasm for her?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers but... I really need to come." "Alright. I will give you an orgasm. But remember, now. I own your pleasure. When you fuck my daughter, remember that you do it because I allow it." "Yes, Mrs Weathers." "And all the pleasure she gives you is also because I allow it." Peter felt Dana's finger move inside him, pressing a sensitive area he didn't know about. At the same time, she began slowly stroking him with her firm grip. It wasn't long before this masterful stimulation of his most intimate areas brought him to the edge. "Mrs Weathers, I'm... Oh, I'm coming..." This was all he could say before a mind shattering orgasm shook his whole body. Dana held him firmly in place, but she could feel his penis throbbing beneath her fingers as Peter screamed in delight. She directed his pulsating sex towards the glass, and watched as yet more semen erupted from it and filled the glass. She kept pumping his twitching shaft and fingering his spasming anus all the way through Peter's well earned orgasm. The young man let out a long sigh and let his head fall on the bed when he was done, utterly spent. He shivered with pleasure as she felt Dana's finger being slowly pulled out of him. "So, did you enjoy this, Peter?" "It was... amazing, Mrs Weathers..." He was so out of breath he had trouble aligning enough words to form a complete sentence. "Then if you want this to happen again, you will keep doing whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you to do it. Is that clear?" He rolled on his back and slowly rose to a sitting position. "Yes, Mrs Weather, it's very clear." "Good. Remember that tomorrow, when Macy and her father are here. I assume you'll be here for dinner?" "Yes, of course, Mrs Weathers." Chapter 3 Dinner that night was very awkward for Peter. It was the first time he saw his girlfriend after what he did with her mother. He was trying to conceal his uneasiness as well as he could. However, Dana didn't seem to be troubled at all. She acted like nothing had happened during the weekend. They talked about Macy's weekend with her father, about their studies, carefully avoiding talking about how Peter had spent the last two days. When it was finally time for dessert, Dana, went to the kitchen and asked Peter to follow her. Macy did find it a bit odd that her mother would ask their guest for help, but she didn't say anything. The kitchen was right next to the dining room, and though the two were separated by a wall, there wasn't any door to completely seal them off. When they were both in the kitchen, away from Macy and her father's eyes, Dana said in a hushed voice : "Peter, I want you to masturbate for me." "You mean... right now?" "Yes. Pull down your jeans and underwear, get on your knees, grab your cock, and masturbate for me." "But they'll hear us...!" "Then you'll have to be extra careful. Now do what I say." "But... I..." "You want to be like that? Fine. Then I'll add another difficulty. Now, I want you to completely remove your clothes. Go on, then, before I think of something else." Peter was afraid they would get caught, but he knew he had to obey. "A-alright, Mrs Weathers..." As quietly as he could, He unbuckled his belt. He removed his trousers slowly, along with his underwear. He pulled off his top, and was now completely naked in the kitchen, only a few meters away from his unsuspecting girlfriend and her father. As ordered, he got down on his knees. As he made contact with the cold kitchen tiles, a light shiver ran through his spine, and he looked up to his mistress. Submitting to her really turned him on, and Dana watched, satisfied, as his penis grew harder. Peter slowly grabbed his erection. Looking in Dana's eyes, he began stroking his sex. She whispered : "Do you like masturbating for me, Peter?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers..." "That's good. When you come, I want you to ejaculate on the kitchen tiles. And while you do, I want you to keep looking at me in the eyes and say you're doing it for me." "I will, Mrs Weathers." Peter accelerated his movements to a blur, shaking his arm with a stiff wrist. As much as he was enjoying this situation, he knew he couldn't make it last without raising any suspicion from his girlfriend. After a few seconds, though, he heard Macy's voice from the dining room: "Everything okay in there?" Peter looked up at Dana, who ordered : "You answer." Still pumping his penis for Dana, Peter cleared his throat and said : "We're coming in a second!" Macy shouted back : "Need any help?" "I'm fine, Macy, thanks!" Dana smiled. Soon, overwhelmed by the sensations he was giving himself, Peter whispered with his eyes locked into his mistress': "I'm going...to... ejaculate for you, Mrs Weathers..." Aiming his hard penis towards the tiled floor, he began rocking his hips against his pumping hand. He breathed deeply, doing his best no to release a single moan. Dana looked as the white ropes of manly pleasure erupted from his sex, landing one after the other on the cold floor, right before her feet. His orgasm progressively faded, and Peter reduced his rhythm almost to a halt. Dana ordered : "Now squeeze the last drops for me. I want you to give me everything you have." Obediently, Peter tightened his grip as he slid his hand toward his glans, drawing out a few more drops of sticky white fluid. When he was done, he released his grip completely, leaving his member bobbing above the kitchen floor, still spasming from the hormonal release. "Good job, Peter. Now, get dressed before someone else sees you." Peter rose, grabbed his clothes and put them back on as quietly as he had removed them. Dana handed him a cleaning product and a roll of paper, and said : "Now, clean up this little mess you've made. You wouldn't want to have to explain to Macy why your cum is spread all over the kitchen floor..." "N-no, Mrs Weathers." Peter cleaned the floor as ordered, under the watchful eye of his mistress. When he was done, they both walked back to the dining room with the desserts. "What took you so long?" Macy asked. "Oh, sorry my darling," Dana replied, "I was just getting to know your boyfriend a little better..." Chapter 4 The next day, Macy went shopping with her friends. Peter stayed at her house, at Dana's request. Soon after Macy left, Dana asked Peter : "So, tell me, Peter. Did you have sex with my daughter last night?" "Um, y-yes, I did." "Did you think about what I told you?" "Yes, Mrs Weathers." "Hmmm... Actually, this whole "Mrs Weathers" thing is getting old already. Given that I own you now, you can call me mistress." "Yes... mistress." "So, do you have anything to tell me regarding the sex you had with my daughter?" "Y-yes, mistress... thank you for allowing me to have sex with your daughter, mistress." "You're welcome, young man. Now I want you to strip naked for me." "Yes, mistress." Peter quickly complied, and it wasn't long before he stood before her in his birth suit. Dana smiled and looked up and down his manly body. The young man stood still, apart from his flaccid penis which was pulsating, and quickly growing bigger and harder. Dana waited for it to reach its full size, and said : "Now, Peter, I will milk you again. This time, on the couch." "Yes, mistress." Without awaiting any further instruction, Peter climbed on the couch, his knees on the cushions, and his chest resting against the backrest, displaying his crotch to his mistress. She waited until he was in position, and said : "Did I ask you to get on the couch, Peter?" "N-no, mistress." Peter turned his head to look at Dana, and saw a stern look on her face. She said : "Well, you were pretty quick to get in position, just waiting for me to come and milk you, weren't you? Well, what do you suppose I'm going to use to collect your sperm?" "A... a glass?" "And do you see any glass nearby, Peter?" "No, mistress..." "Then, please, Peter, be a lamb and go get one for me in the kitchen." "Y-yes, mistress, right away." He quickly got down from the sofa and went to the kitchen. Dana kept her severe expression, but inside she was smiling at the young man, his hard penis bobbing as he walked to the kitchen, eagerly waiting to be milked. She enjoyed the power she had acquired over her daughter's boyfriend. She only looked at his hard member, bobbing from side to side, as he walked toward her with a glass in his hand. "Good boy. Now, you can get in position." "Yes, mistress." He got back on the sofa, holding up his crotch as best he could for Dana. "Are you ready, young man?" "Yes, mistress. I will give you all of my sperm, now." "What about Macy? Will you keep any for her?" Peter hesitated for a moment. He finally answered : "No, mistress, I will give you all I have." "Good, Peter." Like she did the previous time, she lubed his anus, and soon she buried her finger as deep as it could go inside the young man's ass. She grabbed his penis with her free hand and directed it toward the empty glass directly below. Peter closed his eyes when he felt the intimate pressure inside him. An instant later, he felt his semen rushing through his shaft, and heard the sound of the white fluid filling the glass in small bursts. "Nice, Peter, keep going..." She released the pressure when he stopped ejaculating. She put the glass down and removed her finger from Peter's ass. "That's it for now, Peter. I'll carry on later. I'll see how much sperm you can give me before Macy comes home." Peter remained in position, only turning his head to look at his mistress. She continued : "Well, you can sit now. Are you waiting for something?" Peter slowly turned around, not saying a word. "Oh, I see, maybe you were expecting me to make you come? Well, you're going to have to wait for that, young man, until you have given me enough of your semen." "A-alright, mistress." The young man sat on the couch, his penis still painfully hard. The whole afternoon passed without him getting the much craved release. Dana milked him four more times. Every time, as he watched the glass progressively filling up, he felt he was being robbed of his orgasm. It was both frustrating and deeply exciting, surrendering all of his sexual functions to the control of his mistress. Eventually, Dana said : "Well, Macy will be back in about twenty minutes. We should wrap this up." "Yes, mistress." "I wonder if you deserve an orgasm, Peter. Have you been a good boy?" "I... believe so, mistress..." "Oh, you do? Well, have you given me all of your sperm?" "Yes, mistress..." "Hum... Fine, then, get in position." Without a word, Peter climbed back on the couch, his crotch up and his legs parted. Dana placed herself behind him, and grabbed his penis. She said, stroking him slowly : "I will now begin a countdown. You will have an orgasm when it reaches zero. Do not dare come before then." "Yes, mistress." "20... 19..." She took her time between every number, making the countdown last. She really wanted to push Peter's stamina to the limit. "18... 17... 16..." The young man was already clenching his fists on the sofa's leather, exhaling loudly. It felt like an eternity. He was ready to burst, and did his best to hold it until the end. "You really want to come, now Peter, don't you?" "Y-yes, mistress..." "Well, you'll have to hold it a bit longer. 12... 11... 10..." Peter was beginning to growl. He couldn't hold his orgasm much longer. Dana kept her movements very slow. "3... 2... 1..." He clenched his teeth and arched his back. "Zero. Come now, Peter." He exhaled loudly, one last time, before beginning to scream. All of his muscles tensed simultaneously as an unbelievable wave of pleasure ran through his whole body. Dana held him in place as he began to ejaculate in the glass, adding to the semen he had already given her earlier. The young man couldn't stop rocking his hips, despite Dana's best efforts to hold him in place. His sex throbbed and pulsed beneath hers fingers, gushing out his manly juice. Peter's orgasm eventually began to fade, and Dana slowed her movement to a halt before releasing his sex. She rose, leaving the young man panting on the sofa. He turned to face her and sat on the sofa. Dana held the glass before him. "This is all the sperm you gave me today. Not bad, Peter." "Thank you, mistress." "Don't flatter yourself, though. Well, maybe you should get dressed, Macy will be here soon." "Yes, mistress." TO BE CONTINUED