Stepmom:  Chapter 1
Copyright 2007 by The Timid Freshman
Sixteen-year-old Joel is dominated by his new stepmother

Joel slammed his hand down on the clock, cutting short the incessant screaming of
the alarm.  Yawning, he stretched his arms out and sat up, groggily blinking away
the sleep in his eyes.  Looking down, he took note of the impressive morning wood
e was sporting.  He smiled knowingly in anticipation.  This needed to be dealt 
with.

Reaching under his mattress, he retrieved one of his hidden copies of Barely 
Legal magazine.  Tucking it into the back waistband of his pajamas, he stood up 
and pulled his t-shirt down, doing his best to hide both the magazine and his 
raging erection.  He tentatively walked to the door, peeking out into the hallway.  
He looked first left, then right, making sure his new stepmom was nowhere in 
sight.

About a month and a half ago, Joel's dad had met and fallen in love with Dana in 
a whirlwind romance.  The whole thing had been extremely sudden, and Joel had 
been caught completely unawares.  Before he knew what was going on, his father 
was married, he had a new stepmother, and they had moved out of their apartment 
and into her house.  

Joel still couldn’t understand what his dad had been thinking.  Sure, Dana was 
beautiful; 39 years old, but with the rocking body of a woman half her age; 
flawless bone structure, high cheekbones, and ash-blonde hair; always a glimpse 
of her 36C cleavage under her top.  

Joel couldn't deny Dana's attractiveness, or as he would put it, her flat out 
hotness (though there was nothing "flat" about her hotness, he thought with a 
lecherous grin), but he had still disapproved of the marriage.  After all, how 
well can you really know someone after only a month?  How could his father so 
easily replace his mother in such a little time?  As a result, Joel and Dana had 
never really gotten along.  There had been no open aggression, to be sure, but 
their interactions were oftentimes icy at best.  And as he checked the hallway 
for her presence, he knew he certainly didn't want her to see him with a 
pornographic magazine.

After making sure she was nowhere in sight, he dashed the short distance to the 
bathroom, closing the door behind him.  Eager with anticipation of his 
clandestine morning routine, he tiptoed to the toilet, dropped his pants and 
boxers, and sat down, opening the magazine on his lap and taking his manhood in 
his hand.  Slowly he began to work the shaft up and down, savoring the moment as 
he gazed hungrily at the nubile young models.

Suddenly, just as he was about to unfold the centerfold, the door opened.  
Cursing, Joel realized too late that he hadn't locked it.  There had never been a 
need before they had moved in with Dana two weeks ago; his father had never 
disturbed him in the bathroom.

Dana strode into the bathroom, already dressed.  She wore a stunning sundress 
resplendent with multiple colors, with a plunging neckline that highlighted her
glorious cleavage.  Her blonde hair was cascading down her neck like a golden 
waterfall as she busied herself at her ears, putting her earrings in.  She froze 
when she saw Joel in a state of mid-self-pleasure.  Joel panicked, struggling to 
hide his boner, and draped the magazine over his crotch.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he retorted.  "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

"Excuse me?" she responded, an irritated tone of warning in her voice.  "This is 
my house.  I can go anywhere in it I want.  I don't have to knock!"

Joel didn't feel like arguing with her; he only wanted her to leave him alone.  
"Can I have some privacy, please?" he asked angrily.

"Are you masturbating?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

Joel found himself speechless.  Surely she wasn't this tactless.  He gulped.  The 
last thing he wanted to do was get into a discussion about masturbation with his 
new stepmother.  

His silence gave her the opportunity to continue lecturing him.  "How dare you 
masturbate in my house, you little pervert!" she scolded, her voice filled with 
anger.

"What?!" he sputtered, unable to articulate his indignation.  Who did she think
she was, telling him not to jerk off!  Didn't she know anything about guys?  
"Excuse me?" he said, stalling for time, not knowing how else to respond.

Dana stormed towards him, her high-heels clik-clakking on the tile floor, until 
she was standing practically between his legs.  She snatched the magazine off his 
lap, exposing his rapidly decreasing boner without warning.  "What is this trash?" 
she asked, as Joel quickly covered himself with his hands.  He attempted to stand 
up, but she pushed him back down with her free hand.  "Were you masturbating to 
this?" she demanded.

"No," he automatically responded, trying to gain his bearings.  He was completely 
thrown off yet again when she suddenly slapped him in the face.

"Liar!" she hissed.  She opened the magazine and let the centerfold un-fold 
itself.  "You were pleasuring yourself to these girls, you dirty little boy."  
She looked at the model in the centerfold with disdain.  "I don't even see how 
you can be attracted to these bimbos.  They're practically children."

Joel didn't bother to point out that the models in the magazine were two years 
older than he was; he only wanted to get as far away from Dana as possible.  She 
was beginning to really scare him.  But she wasn’t about to give him the chance 
to get away.

"You're going to show me where you keep your stash, Joel," she told him.  "I want 
every dirty magazine you own!"

"Fuck you!" he yelled, suddenly finding his voice.  "Where do you get off, 
treating me like this?  I don't have to give you a damn thing; you're not my mom!"

"Oh, big mistake, buster," she growled, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a 
standing position.  Joel was thrown off yet again by her surprising strength as 
she pulled him towards the door.  Too late he realized that she had been standing 
on his pajamas and boxers; she had pulled his feet right out of them, and he was 
completely naked from the waist down, now wearing only his T-shirt.

Angry, embarrassed, and increasingly scared, he attempted to break free of her 
grip and run to the door.  But she was even stronger than he realized.  
Effortlessly, she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.  She wheeled 
him around and pushed him against the sink, her right leg between his to complete 
the hold.  For all practical purposes, he was immobile in her arms.  "Let go of 
me!" he growled desperately.

"Oh, I don't think so," she purred, her voice more even now, completely in 
control of the situation.  "I can't just allow you to defy me like that, 
sweetheart."

"Please," he begged, his eyes stinging, tears forming.  He had never felt so 
helpless and embarrassed in his life.  "I'm sorry, alright?"

"No, it's not all right," she said, her eyes flashing with malice.  "I'm afraid 
you're going to have to be punished."  She pushed him forward, bending him over 
the sink.  She transferred his wrist from her right hand to her left, keeping him 
pinned and helpless in the hold, pushing his body against the sink with her hip.  
She brought her right hand as far back as it would go, and then brought it back 
like a slingshot, slapping him hard on the ass.

Joel gritted his teeth in pain.  She was actually spanking him!  He was sixteen 
years old, and his stepmother was giving him a spanking!  She continued to spank 
his naked ass, her hand stinging against his skin.  He had no choice but to 
endure the pain, but as he stared down in shame, he was horrified to see that his 
penis was beginning to stiffen.  It was as if his body, ignoring the shame, 
humiliation, and anger of his mind, was finally realizing the truly erotic nature 
of the situation.  Regardless of how he felt about it, he could not deny that a 
beautiful woman was holding him completely at her mercy, that he was half-naked, 
his body completely exposed to her, and that she was slapping him on the ass.  
His penis could not deny it either, and as these thoughts raced through his mind, 
it stood at full erection, silently throbbing over the sink.  He stared intently 
at it, willing it to subside, but it was too late.  Dana had seen it.

"What is this?" she demanded, stopping her spanking in mid-swing, reaching around 
Joel's body, and seizing his erect penis in her hand.  Joel's eyes almost popped 
out of his head as she grabbed him--it was the first time he had ever been 
touched by a woman.  This couldn't be real--it was too confusing, too surreal....

Her words snapped him back to reality.  "Am I turning you on?" she demanded, 
squeezing his shaft.

"No!" he said, tears beginning to stream down his face.  He had never been so 
embarrassed in his life.

"Liar," she hissed again, biting his ear.  "You like it, you little pervert.  I 
should have known you weren't really turned on by those little tramps.  You need 
a real, mature woman to get you off, don't you, Joel?"  With these words, she 
began pumping his penis, finishing what he had started before she had barged in 
on him.

Joel couldn't believe what was happening.  He was being molested by his 
stepmother, and there was nothing he could do to stop it!  He couldn't deny the 
pleasure she was bringing him, but this whole situation was so twisted, he just 
wanted to get away.  But he couldn't; he was her prisoner, and she was manually 
masturbating him, forcing him to orgasm.

"Please stop," he whimpered.

"You're the one with the hard-on, Joel," she whispered.  "I'll stop when you go 
limp.  You wanted to know where I got off, but now you're the one getting off.
You'd better enjoy it while you have the chance."

It was no use.  No matter how hard he concentrated, his body was her slave.  His 
penis was under her complete control.  He had no choice but to stand there as she 
pumped him, his mind fighting the intense pleasure that was emanating from his 
groin.

Finally, he could hold it back no longer.  He exploded into the sink, shooting 
streams of hot, white cum at the drain, his body throbbing in the throes of 
orgasm.  Dana kept pumping him until the last of his sperm had dropped trickled
out, and then finally let him go.

He slumped against the sink, exhausted, in pain, humiliated, frightened, furious.

"Don't ever masturbate in my house again," she said coldly.  "Now tun off to 
school.  I want you to come straight home afterwards.  We've got some house rules 
to go over."

And with that she strode out of the bathroom, leaving him to wallow in his shame.