Jenny Awakens

Note: Step-Family

Tommy leaped out of bed as his cock snapped to full erection in less than a second, jerking him out of a sound sleep. He crashed onto the floor, but his first instinct was not to try and catch himself, but to grab his cock. Unfortunately, his step-mother had put anti-masturbation spells on him the day she moved in, and all he could do was clutch at his thighs. Whimpering, Tommy rocked back and forth on the floor. He wasn’t really hurt, but his erection was reaching painful intensity. He’d had Hard Attacks before, but they always took him by surprise. Whoever was doing it must be purposefully targeting him, or was very close by!

He hoped it wasn’t Carol again. His step-mother was an insatiable dominatrix, and she’d brought his father to heel very quickly. Even with his obedience, she still loved to punish him with teases, and some nights, she wasn’t particularly concerned with the spill-over. In the year since Carol and her daughter had moved in, Tommy had been subjected to at least two dozen nights where he was throbbing all night long with supernaturally intense erections or being edged repeatedly with random tease spells, and meanwhile, he could hear his father’s cries and moans through the walls.

He swore Carol did it on purpose, but the one time he’d dared to ask her about it, she’d scolded him for being so dirty-minded and punished him with no orgasms for three months. As it was, he had to ask her for permission every time he wanted to masturbate to orgasm, and she was not very generous to begin with.

However, as Tommy listened, he didn’t hear his father and step-mother going at it. Was this from one of the neighbors, then? He started to try and get back onto the bed, but his erection surged as the mysterious Sex Mage’s aura of power flexed around his cock. He fell back on his butt and clutched the tangled sheets around his legs so hard, his knuckles went white.

As he clutched, the sheets pulled taught against his lower body, trapping his cock against his stomach. He froze, mouth open in a gasp. The spells that prevented his from touching himself with his hands also prevented him from masturbating in other ways. He could hump anything or rub other objects against himself. Not on purpose. But the sheet just happened to be pressing on just the right spot, putting pressure on his throbbing cock right where he used to press his index finger when he stroked!

He prayed Carol wasn’t awake to sense him and he flexed his cock against the sheet. He didn’t try to squirm or even twitch his hips, as that would have counted as humping, nor did he attempt to manipulate the sheet lest the spell make him let go. However, the spell didn’t prevent him from clenching his penis muscles, and he managed to time it so that the sheet provided a small, but rhythmic pressing pressure that stimulated his cock. It was a minor sensation, but better than he’d managed without permission in a whole year. He doubted he would manage to cum this way, but it did ease some of the ache of needing to be touched that made the Hard Attacks so terrible. If he could just keep this up while it lasted…

***

Two doors down the hall, Charles had a similar reaction. His cock surged to peak erection almost instantly. He’d already been hard, as Carol had left a frustrating little tease spell of feathers lightly tickling his shaft all night, but the power of an Arousal Aura was suddenly making his cock inflate until it felt like it would explode from the blood pressure!

He let out a quavering whimper, but that was all he could manage. His wife Carol loved to fall asleep to the feeling of his Lust Energy simmering off his body, frequently leaving him under light tease spells during the night. Sometimes they’d only last an hour, sometimes all the way to sunrise. He’d gotten used to “zoning out” into the pleasure rather than sleeping; the magic refreshed his body like sleep either way. But he’d never managed to go a whole night without eventually having to squirm and writhe, which inevitably woke Carol up. So, she had gotten in the habit of pinning him down with Bondage spells that froze his whole body in place while the tease was going. It drove him mad some nights, but as every husband new, you didn’t refuse the needs of a Sex Mage wife.

This Hard Attack, however, was out of control! It not only made his cock unbearably hard, but more sensitive as well. Carol’s light feather-tickles were starting to feel like full-on strokes, even though he knew the effects of the spell hadn’t shifted. Normally, such light stimulation wouldn’t come close to making him cum unless he’d already been thoroughly teased for hours beforehand, but now, each little feather tip swipe was soon causing his cock to bounce and clench, building up the pleasure until he was threatening to hit the edge. It took him by surprise how quickly it happened.

He whimpered. He wasn’t sure if waking Carol would be a good idea or not. She hated being woken up in the middle of her beauty sleep. There was a pretty decent chance she might punish him for waking her up, especially over something like a tease spell. There was also a pretty good chance she would just laugh at him and back to sleep. But he’d been good the past two weeks. He’d completed the to-do lists for the month, had bought her that necklace she had not-so-subtly implied she wanted, had fucked her brains out to multiple screaming orgasms last weekend. He’d been a good boy. Maybe she would pity him tonight.

Part of the binding spell sealed his mouth, too, so he couldn’t call out to her. Instead he just moaned. Carol stirred, but didn’t wake. He moaned again, louder this time.

“Rmph,” his wife grumbled. She had been lying on her stomach, her head turned away from him. Now she turned her head towards him, and gave him a sleepy look, brushing her long blond curls out of her face. “Mmm… what is it?”

He whimpered, looking at her from the side of his eyes. He made a few exaggerated glances to the side and downward, then back. Carol caught the message and rolled onto her side, facing him. She pulled away the blanket, observing Charles’ burning hot, diamond-hard cock. Pre-cum seeped from the tip as it twitched and bounced excitedly.

“Goodness,” she said. She reached down and grasped him. His cock lurched in her hand, immediately trying to cum. Her block held strong however. She gave him a few brief squeezes, and he let out a long whimper, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.

“I’d like to take credit, but somehow, I don’t think my feather spell is causing this,” she said.

He shivered, actually shivered, a sign that he was under so much stimulation, it was forcing his muscles to move forcefully enough to strain her Binding spell. Without it, he’d be thrashing.

“Good grief,” she said, chuckling as she gave him a few experimental strokes. He made a high-pitch whine and shivered. She reapplied the Binding spell, locking up even his muscle twitches. His cock was held suspended in a hard clench at the harsh edge of climax. She laughed. “Who the heck could be doing this?”

She expanded her senses. Immediately she sensed Tommy, her step-son, lying on his floor, his cock throbbing even harder than Charles’. She also sensed that he’d somehow managed to trap his bed sheets against his crotch, pressing rather pleasingly against his diamond-hard penis. Even though he wasn’t moving to stimulate himself, just this taught pressure alone was soothing a bit of his ache. Well, they couldn’t have that, could they? That was just cheating.

She released her husband’s cock and used that same hand to twirl a finger in the air. So doing, she seized control of Tommy’s arms, making them throw the sheets off himself. She let out a short giggle as she heard his forlorn cry, then flicked her finger down. Soft, but firm invisible hands clutched his wrists and pinned his arms down to the floor, partly spread. In her minds eye, she watched him struggle against their grip, but the phantom shackles were unbreakable. He whimpered and lay back down in defeat, squirming his hips under the impossibly intense erection.

Satisfied that little bit of deviance was taken care of, she expanded her senses further. She could detect the equally hard cocks in the houses next door, across the street and behind her, then the cocks one house further from that, and another further from that. She reached about ten houses away before the forced erections ended, counting at least three dozen unnaturally hard cocks.

This appeared to be the work of an indiscriminate and unrestrained Arousal Aura flaring intensely. It was very likely unintentional; most women quickly learned to control their Auras with great precision, and it was proper neighborhood etiquette to keep one’s Aura confined to one’s property. Most women, in fact, very quickly were able to subconsciously shape their Aura to match their immediate surroundings, such as the walls of a room, or the dimensions of their house or yard. Carol herself could crank her own Aura to maximum power, until Charles was nearly blacking out from the agony of his forced erection, but keep the range confined to just their bed, sparing her son and next door neighbors from its effects.

This, however, was a completely uncontrolled surge of power, and quite a strong one, too, to light up a whole neighborhood. Normally, it took at least two women making love to do something like that. Maybe one of her neighbors was having a “sleep over.”

A friend of hers had taught her the trick that one could actually narrow down the source of such a spell by measuring the intensity of the erections along the path. The farther away from the woman casting it, the less intense the hard on. This measure was, of course, thrown off a bit when inevitably, some of the cocks within the Aura’s effects started getting harder, from other influences. The forced erections signaled other women to tease some of the poor guys, while some men started masturbating (how dreadfully spoiled they were), and at least two started getting fucked by their partners.

However, she still managed to get a general sense of the frequencies. By the tenth house out, the erections were barely stiffer than normal.

and she noticed how the range seemed to cover ten houses to either side exactly, rather than getting stronger in a particular direction. Quickly, she traced the sequence of intensity until she realized with a start that the Aura had to be coming from her own house!

She turned over in bed, sitting up and staring at the wall for a moment, eyes a little wide. Then she grinned and jumped up excitedly, grabbing her robe to cover her naked body. Obviously, she wasn’t projecting the Aura, so that meant only one thing! Her daughter had become a Sex Mage!

***

Jenny tossed and turned in her sleep, moaning softly. She normally didn’t dream, at least not enough to leave an impression, but tonight, her mind was suddenly flooded with sexual images, sounds, and sensations. Her body twitched and her legs squeezed together and her pussy moistened, but she remained caught in the deluge of erotic visions. She wasn’t sure where one scene ended and the other began, awash with sensations that lit up every pleasure receptor she had…

She was hardly a virgin, but even as she felt familiar sensations of male bodies holding her, of exploring tongues and strong hands and hard cocks, she felt other sensations she’d never experienced, soft caresses that could only be described as feminine, and electric sensations that touched the nerves beneath her skin…

And all around her, she could feel this tension, waves of it, from multiple sources. A tension that made her think of men, that she somehow knew instinctively was a signal of their lusts, their desires for her body. A signal that aroused her and gave her a pleasure unlike any she’d physically felt. A signal she could control, if she just reached out and took hold of it…

In her bed, still swept up in her dream, she reached out her hands and grasped the air. All around her, she sensed cocks clench hard, and she smiled. She squeezed her fingers around imaginary rods and moved them back and forth. The signals from the men, the energy they carried, surged and filled her with warm power. Her back arched in her bed, and her hips bucked, and with a scream, her eyes snapped open and she came awake as she came! Her body jerked and her hands flew down to clutch her sheets in a death grip and her fluids ran freely down her legs and ass. For nearly ten seconds, which felt like a mini-eternity to her, her body was stuck in that exquisite ecstasy. Meanwhile, the signals she had sensed in her dream kept coming to her, and she could tell each of the men in her power were crying out in painful edgings, seized and controlled by her unconscious will. She just knew that it was so, and that it was right, and that it felt so fucking good!

And her door flew open, and her concentration broke. Jenny collapsed onto the bed, gasping, twitching in the aftershocks over her deep, mystical orgasm, a growing stain forming on her bed sheets. She looked at her Mom, half-dazed. Carol was grinning from ear to ear as she came up to her daughter and sat down on the side of the bed. She reached over and brushed Jenny’s unkept hair off her lightly sweaty face.

“Congratulations, kiddo!” she said. “You’re playing in the Big Girl’s League now!”

Jenny laughed shakily at her Mom’s cheesy joke. “About damn time!” she said with a matching grin.

The two then heard a whimper through the wall, as in the bedroom next door, Tommy was still struggling with Carol’s magical wrist-bonds. He had no doubt heard his step-sister’s orgasmic cry, and had likewise put two-and-two together.

Jenny glanced at the wall. Now that she was conscious and aware of her situation, she was trying to reign her energies in, pulling her Aura back into her core, to spare the men of the neighborhood. It was difficult, like trying to suck in cigarette smoke after exhaling it. She sat up, closed her eyes, and concentrated.

“It’s a little difficult at first,” said Carol, patting her shoulder. “Just try to relax and cool your nerves. Your Aura mostly reacts to your own level of excitement, be it physical or emotional, but you’ll be able to control it easily once you get a feel for it.”

“Mmph,” grunted Jenny. “It’s hard. That was one hell of a way to wake up.”

Carol nodded. “I bet! My awakening wasn’t nearly that good!” she laughed. “Well, one trick that can help is to try and focus it on a specific receptor. A particularly pent up guy can be like a little lightning rod for you, soaking in your excess. Just focus on directing your power at him, and specifically him, and just sort of keep that in the back of your mind as you try to calm down.” She nodded towards the wall and winked.

Jenny grinned wickedly and did as her mother advised. With her new found senses, she tried focusing on the nearest cock to her, blocking out the fog of signals she was receiving from the neighborhood. It was difficult, like trying to pick out a specific candle in a small sea of candles while wearing smudged glasses, but the “glare” gradually faded, until she could focus her mind on the specific mental signal caused by her step-brother’s erection. She narrowed her eyes, and mostly by some kind of intuition, directed the flow of strange mystical commands leaking from her body to bend entirely towards the helpless young man.

The effect was immediate. Tommy let out a pained yelp, and both women could sense the psychic tension hum of his erection go from a loud buzzer to a blaring siren! If he’d thought he was Hard before, he’d never felt a Hard Attack like this! His cock was stiffer than diamond, the mental pressure of the need to touch and cum brought his mind to a boil, and the sensitivity of his nerves increased until the mere feeling of the air brushing around his cock as it twitched teased him like manic feathers!

Carol quickly flicked a finger at the wall, cutting the boy off before he could let out a piercing scream that would have woken the neighbors if Jenny’s Aura hadn’t already. She also cast her Binding spells on him to keep him from thrashing, but even with a re-enforcing spell, his body still shuddered in place, and he managed to let out some whimpers.

“Jeez, girl,” said Carol. “I think you might have a real gift!”

“Really?” said Jenny, already getting used to the flow of energy. Attaching the whole of her aura to Tommy’s cock was getting easier by the second, and soon, it was entirely focused on him, though the aura wobbled and shifted unsteadily. Still, a bit like just maintain a grip on an object she was carrying, she was able to keep it focused on him without devoting much conscious attention to it.

She wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep like this, though. But as she sat there, commanding her step-brother to get mind-rendingly hard and sensitive, the fabled Lust Energy that suffused Sex Mages when they used their powers welled up from his organ and flowed into her. Already, she was feeling refreshed and awake.

“Looks like you got it!” said Carol, still smiling. “Okay, well, you probably won’t need to sleep the rest of the night, but you should still relax and try to get used to this. When you feel you’re ready, try pulling your power back in and holding it there. If you feel it slip, let it flow to him again. You can use him as you Test Boy.”

Jenny smirked. In truth, she’d been waiting to grind her step-brother under her heel with this power for a while now. The boy was such a loser, it was so annoying they had to live together. She would have made him her Test Boy even without her suggestion.

Carol stood and stretched. “Alright, kiddo, well, I should get back to bed myself. One more thing, though,” she said, holding up a finger to emphasize the point. “No messing with Charles. I can forgive an accident here or there, but he’s my man.”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Relax, Mom, I got my own guys in mind, you can have the old man.” Then she smirked. “But if he tries to boss me around anymore or gets on my nerves, I’ll put him in his place. Deal?”

Carol tilted her head a bit and looked to the side a bit, before turning back and smirking at her. “Fair enough,” she said. “Good night, sweetie. Congrats again!” She closed the door and left.

Jenny dropped back onto her bed and let out a contented sigh. She glanced back to the wall, where she could now see a vision of Tommy, nude and stuck in place like a shivering statue, his penis purple and bulging with veins under pressure, crying and pleading with his mind for relief. She smirked, then reached for her laptop, sitting back up in bed, cross-legged.

If she was going to test her powers, there was no time like the present. She focused her thoughts and traced the telepathic pleas she was “hearing” from Tommy, and let her senses go deeper. She started seeing images of sexual things in his mind. It was a rush of information and she had to take several minutes to parse the surge of mental data.

When she’d picked out a few particularly interesting facts, she flipped open the laptop and went to a website called FapReport. It was a social media site where women could make profiles and men and spill all of their humiliating erotic secrets. With a short search, she saw that Tommy didn’t have a page yet. It was time to fix that.

She spent the rest of the night making a page and filling it with tales of Tommy’s most embarrassing secret fantasies and the cringiest ways he used to masturbate.

***

As Carol left her daughters room, she paused outside Tommy’s door. The poor, helpless young man had never been so tortured before, his teenaged sex drive overclocked so high it could kill him if the Magic didn’t protect him.

For a brief moment, she wondered if she should advise Jenny to back off. Her Aura was astonishingly strong, stronger than her own. It was not entirely uncommon for some women to have a particularly strong awakening, only for their energies to cool and settle to a normal level after a few days. But if Jenny’s Magic remained this strong, then it was possible she was a prodigy. Possibly even an Archmage!

The fact that her Aura didn’t just make guys hard, but extra sensitive as well, hinted that she had more going on with her power, as did how quickly she’d managed to get her Aura under control. True, most Archmage’s awakened at 18, and Jenny was 19, but her birthday had only been last week.

Carol shook her head and grinned. An Archmage daughter, huh? That would certainly be something. She turned away from the door, deciding to just see how things played out, leaving Tommy to suffer exquisitely.

She returned to her bedroom, where Charles was still frozen in place, the re-enforced spell making him still as a statue. The Hard Attack had faded, but after being under it for so long, the light feather spell still had his cock tingling at the edge of release. Carol smiled, stripped off her robe, and slid over his helpless body. She was already wet from the ambient lust energy she’d absorbed during Jenny’s Aura flare, and she wasted no time in sliding herself onto Charle’s over teased cock.

“Looks like there’s another Sex Mage in the house,” she whispered into his ear. “Its going to get really fun from here on out, huh?”

Even frozen, he let out a tiny whimper, and in his thoughts, he pleaded with her to let him go. If she wanted sex, he wanted to fuck her like a man should, him on top or from behind, railing his hard cock into her, hoping his skills would please her enough to let him cum when she was satiated. But she was flushed with the power of the Magic, turned on by her man’s total helplessness, and by the lust energy surging from his cock as she took him inside.

Carol didn’t get any sleep the rest of the night either, riding her husband in his frozen state, her pussy bringing his cock to the screaming edge of orgasm and holding him there,  frying his mind with ecstasy and exquisite frustration, even as she drove herself to orgasm after orgasm. As always, she didn’t care if her daughter and step-son heard her, and in their respective rooms, Jenny just chuckled, while Tommy cried.

***

By morning, Jenny felt she had enough of a grip on her Aura that she finally backed off from Tommy, leaving the boy in a boneless, traumatized, gasping sprawl on the floor. She concentrated and let the Magic flow back into her, suppressing the commands of arousal as one might hold down loose papers by keeping their hand on top. It still took a little attention, but not enough to be distracting.

Jenny had filled out Tommy’s FapReport profile, and used the sites anonymous link-sending program to notify all of her friends, all of his friends, and both her and Tommy’s extended family of its existence. They wouldn’t know it was her who sent or made the page, nor would they know who else received it. But once it was out, she had no doubt she wouldn’t be the only one adding to it in the future.

She went downstairs, where her folks were already up and eating breakfast. Carol was back in her robe, while Charles was apparently having another nude day. He got a lot of those lately. She and her mom shared a wink and a smile, but otherwise didn’t speak. Charles looked a bit grumpy, but as Jenny passed him, he looked away and blushed. He made a strong effort to look at her long legs; she was wearing only short-shorts and a tight tank top, and he couldn’t help but let his eyes stray a bit. Jenny made an amused little snort, but didn’t look at him. Carol nudged him with her elbow and gave him a scolding look.

Jenny grabbed some breakfast, eating it quickly while keeping her eyes glued to her phone. She just so happened to sit at such an angle that her shapely legs and cleavage were very visible to Charles. He kept glancing at her, and after last night, that was all it took for his cock to start erecting.

Carol leaned forward and cupped her hand to her ear. “She can sense you, you dirty old man,” she said. She chuckled as Charles went red as a tomato and forced his eyes closed.

“Pervert,” muttered Jenny, still looking at her phone, her thumbs tapping rapidly on the screen between bites of cereal.

“Um… s-so where’s Tommy?” Charles said.

“Sleeping in,” said Jenny. “I’ll bring him something.” So saying, she scarfed the last of her food and dropped the bowl in the sink. As she left the room, she snatched a banana from the fruit bowl and went back upstairs.

“I-is she… going to…?” Charles opened his eyes again and waved towards the stairs.

“Probably,” said Carol, shrugging. “He’s the easiest choice, living literally one room over. He’s the same age, he’s got lots of energy to provide, he’s single. Lots of sisters practice on brothers these days. At least they aren’t actually related.”

“They don’t even get along. She’s gunna kill him!”

“Oh, he’ll be fine, Charles. I know he’s your son, but there’s no need to worry. The Magic will keep him from really getting hurt, and Jenny might find him a little annoying, but she doesn’t hate him or anything. Besides, she has to practice on somebody.”

“She doesn’t have any guy friends?”

“Apparently, they’re all taken, and girls tend not to share except on special occasions.”

He grumbled something Carol didn’t quite hear, and she smirked. “I think I know what will help take you mind off things.” She nodded forward, indicating behind him to the living room. “Chair.”

His eyes widened. No, no, not after last night! “Carol, can we take a break? Please? You didn’t even let me cum after last night!”

“Chair,” she said simply, casually sipping some coffee.

“Carol…” he whined.

She gave him a stern look and pointed behind him. “Chair,” she said firmly.

His cock once again achingly hard, Charles ate his last bit of breakfast and went to sit down on his recliner. A few minutes later, Carol joined him.

***

Jenny walked right into Tommy’s room and tossed the banana at him. “Eat up, use the bathroom if you need to, then meet me in my room.”

Started out of a fitful sleep, he jerked awake as the piece of fruit pelted him on the chest. “Wh-what? Wha--?”

“My room,” she said. “Five minutes. Don’t bother getting dressed.”

“No way!” he said, jumping to his feet. “I know that was you last night! I was going out of my mind!”

She shrugged. “Guess you should have stayed at a friend’s house. I just used the nearest available cock.”

“Well, I’m not letting you use it again!” he said, angrily.

“Excuse me, letting me?” She pointed at him, and his semi-hard cock re-stiffened until it was quivering. He let out a whimper, his legs shaking. “You can skip breakfast,” she said. She made a tugging motion with her hand, and Tommy found himself yanked forward by his cock. Shaking her head as she lead him to her room, she said, “And here I was trying to be nice.”

“Wait! Please! I’m sorry! Please, give me a couple hours break first, please!”

She laughed, easily reading his thoughts now. “Why are boys such idiots? Your cock was in my power all night. You couldn’t get far enough to escape my Magic now even if you took a plane for two hours.”

Tommy hung his head in defeat. He knew running wouldn’t help, but he was in a panic. He’d been dreading this day ever since Jenny had become his step-sister. The bossy little brat had it in for him! Still, he was helpless against her power, and could only let himself be dragged into her room.

“On your knees,” she said, pointing at him.

She didn’t have a good grasp of the control powers, but he felt her crushingly strong aura flex around his cock, knocking him back on his ass. He scrambled into the proper position his ex-girlfriend had once taught him: kneeling with legs spread at the knees, his hands grabbing his ankles, causing him to lean back and fully expose himself to her.

Jenny laughed. “Wow, right into position! You must actually want this!”

“Please… please be gentle…” he whined.

“For fuck’s sake, dude,” she said. “Grow some balls!”

So saying, she cast her first tease spell, the same feather sensations she’d sensed her step-father being teased with last night.

***

Carol sat on her recliner, reading one of her magazines while half-watching the television, shapely legs outstretched, one leg crossed over the other. She tapped her crossed foot in the air in time to an invisible beat.

Matching that beat were the huffs and grunts of her husband Charles, who was likewise stretched out on his own recliner. He, however, was completely naked, while his wife was fully dressed. He squirmed in his seat, and his rock-hard cock was twitching in time to her foot taps, leaking pre-cum steadily. With every tap, she sent a magical stroke along his cock, touching off deep pleasure nerves that even a firm hand job couldn’t trigger. As such, this simple little “thought stroke” session was wrecking him.

Carol sensed the surge of a particularly strong erection from upstairs, followed by a loud male groan that was quickly silenced, cut off by female laughter. She paused her reading and taps for a moment, letting Charles catch his breath. She looked up from her magazine and glanced towards the ceiling. She smiled as her senses showed her that her daughter was beginning to tease her step-son with her newly awakened Magic. Shaking her head and chuckling, she looked back at her magazine, turning the page, while resuming her foot taps.

Charles was nearing his limit, however, and he looked to his wife with pleading eyes. He knew she didn’t want him to speak during these sessions, but his balls were killing him! He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off before the first syllable came out.

“You want to cum this week?” said Carol, without even looking at him. Her smile was replaced by a stern frown.

Charles gulped and nodded vigorously.

“Then shush,” she said. Her foot tapped faster. Charles whimpered and threw his head back, squirming as his dripping cock jerked helplessly under her thoughts. Her amused smile returned.

***

Tommy, meanwhile was thrashing at his step-sister’s feet, crying pitifully as she laughed and laughed. Barely able to get the words out between gasps, he pleaded with her for mercy, not even to cum anymore, just to make the sensations stop! Jenny, however, did not let up, switching from psychic handjobs to blowjobs to footjobs to feathers and back, cascading the sensations in waves. As one started to fade, she caused another to start, briefly overlapping them before causing one sensation to surge for several agonizing seconds. At each surge, Tommy was held at the razor’s edge of release, his hips lifting off the ground, his cock clenching hard. The organ was dark and bulging, the veins standing out like little cords, as if every drop of blood was trying to squeeze itself into his cock. His balls were swollen taught, his cum seeming to boil with pressure inside them.

For Tommy it seemed to last for days, but after a “mere” three hours of this treatment, Jenny finally released him. The boy sagged into a boneless sprawl on the floor, all strength and resistance gone, dizzy with sensation overload. His cock and balls felt like they were made of lead, weighing him down like a dumbbell between his legs.

Jenny yawned, stretched, and turned to her computer, powering it on and promptly acting like her step-brother wasn’t even there. When he got enough of his senses back to moan and glance around, Jenny waved at him dismissively, not even looking at him. “Go on, get out of here,” she muttered. “Your sweat is stinking up my room.”

Tommy wanted to yell at her, to punch her, to throw her phone and computer out the window. Instead, he just hung his head and limped out of the room, utterly defeated. His cock lead the way, still hard and leaking pre-cum. When he got to his own bed, he flopped down, closed his eyes, and tried his damnedest not to dwell on the fact that he now had to deal with two evil dominatrix step-women!