Stepmom:  Chapter 4
Copyright 2007 by The Timid Freshman
Joel experiences his first shower with his sexy and dominant new stepmom.

It was Friday night, and Joel was sitting nervously on the toilet seat.  After
dinner, Dana had ordered him to report to the bathroom and wait for her.  After a 
week,she was finally going to remove the compact chastity belt she had imprisoned 
him in on Monday evening.  Friday night was now "Shower Night," and from now on
Dana had made it perfectly clear that it was the only opportunity Joel would have
during the week to wash his penis--under her close supervision, of course.  She
hadn't let him out of the CB-6000 since she had first locked him into it, and he
was dying for release, in more ways than one.  He secretly hoped he'd been good
enough to earn another orgasm; the chastity device kept him from even getting an
erection, much less masturbating (a cardinal sin in Dana's eyes), and Dana was
his only source of sexual release.  She had denied him that release all week long,
telling him that he needed to get used to his new role as her fully submissive
stepson.  He was hoping that tonight would be the night he would finally get his
reward, but the hope was coloured by the nervous anticipation of their shower
together.  Dana had a way of increasing her discipline when JOel didn't do
everything just right, and the last thing he needed to do was make a mistake while
washing his junk.  Anything that looked too much like masturbation in her eyes
was libel to get him locked back up for another week, his sperm continuing to
back up into his balls, which would be in even more pain after the inevitable
ball-busting that Dana would give him.  Joel couldn't let that happen; his balls 
were already sensitive enough as it was.

Just then, the door opened, jolting Joel out of his thoughts.  Dana swept into the
room, wrapped in a white terry-cloth bathrobe.  "Stand up," she ordered.  Joel 
obeyed immediately, standing to full attention.  "Strip," she said next, and he 
obeyed this command as well, removing his items of clothing one by one and 
placing them neatly on top of the toilet seat.  Finally he stood completely naked 
before her, save for the transparent chastity belt.

"Good boy," she smiled, and reaching into her robe, pulled out the tiny key that
would unlock his tiny prison, giving his penis some much needed freedom, at least
for a while.  She placed the key into the lock, turning it to the unlocking
position.  Joel breathed a sigh of relief as she slid the sheath off of his penis
and removed the clamp from behind his balls.  He closed his eyes, moaned softly
in contentment, and almost felt normal again for the breifest of moments.

"Into the shower," she said cheerfully, patting him on his naked ass.  He climbed
into the shower and backed against the tiles, waiting for instructions.  Dana
removed her robe, hung it on a hook on the door, and followed him in.

Joel was awestruck.  He hadn't been prepared for this; not in the slightest.  He
had always admired Dana's beauty, ever since he first met her.  And he had
certainly imagined her naked, both before and after her domination of him began.  
But he never guessed that she would reveal herself like this to him, in all her 
glory.  And she was glorious.  Her naked body was absolutely stunning, and took 
his breath away.  As his eyes took her magnificent form in, his penis, freed 
from the grip of the chastity belt for the first time in days, wasted no time in 
soaring to full and throbbing erection.

Dana planted her hands on her shapely naked hips and stared bemusedly at Joel's
trembling erection.  "Too hot for you, huh?" she smirked.  Then, in a more
commanding tone, she ordered, "Grab your ass!"

"My ass?" Joel responded, momentarily confused.

"Put your hands on your ass and grab it, stupid," she said, rolling her eyes.
Joel hastened to obey.  "I don't want your fingers getting anywhere near that
fresh chubby of yours," she explained.  Joel gulped and squeezed his own ass 
cheeks, grateful for the distraction.  The temptation to grab his penis then and 
there and start pumping was overwhelming.

"I bathe first," she continued.  She grinned.  "You can watch."

And watch he did.  He couldn't take his eyes off of her.  He watched her wash her
hair and her face.  He watched her soap up her magnificent body; from her arms
and legs to her glorious breasts and nipples.  His penis was at full attention
the whole time, its eye just as unable to look away from Dana as the ones in his
head.

Finally, when she had rinsed the last bit of soap off her her wet body, she 
turned back to Joel.  "Your turn," she said.  "But keep your hands off your dick."

"I thought I could wash it," he ventured uncertainly.

"Not as long as it looks like that, you can't," she answered, pointing at his 
boner.  "The only conditions in which you are ever allowed to touch your own 
penis are when it's nice and soft.  Otherwise, it's hands off.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, dissappointment etched across his face.

"Don't worry, Kiddo," she smiled.  "You wash everything else; I'll take care of
Mr. Happy."

Joel's eyes lit up.  Renewed with anticipation, he wasted no time in cleaning his
entire body.  Dana stood with her hands on her hips, watching him like a hawk
the entire time, especially when he washed his balls.  Finally, he had washed 
everything on his body except for his rock-hard penis.  Nodding in approval, she
approached her stepson.  Taking the soap from him, she lathered her hands up until
they were dripping with soapy suds.  And then she took his penis in her hands.

JOel could not help but moan in ecstasy as her slippery hands slid up and down 
the shaft of his penis and over the head, completely soaping up his cock.  It
was a wonder that he didn't climax then and there, but Dana knew exactly what she
was doing.  She could read his body better than he could himself, and knew when
to let go of his trembling erection, leaving him desperately wanting.  

Joel had no choice now but to start pleading.  "Please," he begged.  "Please, 
Dana."

"Please what?" she asked, amused.

"Please, can I cum?" he begged.  "I've been good all week; please let me cum, 
please!"

She paused for a moment, just to torture him.  Finally, an evil smile spread
across her face.  "Call me 'Mommy,'" she said cruelly.

Joel was desperate.  He'd call her anything she wanted.  "Please, Mommy," he said 
with no hesitation.  "Please, please!"

"Let me cum, Mommy," she whispered.

"Let me cum, Mommy!" he repeated.

"Oh, all right," she said, but instead of taking his penis in her hand, she took
him by the crook of his arm and drew him away from the wall.  Circling around him,
she took her soap-covered finger and slowy slid it into his anus.

Joel's eyes almost popped out of his head as she penetrated him.  In a way, it
was the most intimate thing she had done to him yet; entering his body in a way
he never even imagined.  He winced as her finger slid further in, up to the
knuckle, but it didn't hurt; the lubrication that the soap provided took care of 
that.  Finally, Dana found Joel's prostate.

A couple of light strokes was all it took.  The thunderous orgasm took him by
surprise, causing his breath to catch in his throat.  His penis couldn't have
vibrated harder if it had come with batteries.  The first volley was so powerful,
it didn't even arc.  The stream of semen shot out of his penis white-hot and fast,
with such force that it pummelled the opposite wall of the shower, not even
beginning to succomb to gravity.  It was in this instant that Joel found his voice,
and was unable to suppress the cry of absolute rapture that escaped his throat and
reverberrated off the walls of the shower.  The second volley of sperm was nearly
as powerful as the first, and just barely landed on the tile floor, just short
of the oppossite wall.  Several increasingly smaller jets of cum followed, each
one accompanied by what seemed like its own tiny repeating orgasm.  For almost ten
seconds Joel climaxed, his nervous system overloading with pleasure.  When the last
spurt of semen had escaped his penis, he was no longer unable to stand, and swooned
in Dana's arms.  She caught him, and they slid down the wall of the shower together.
They lay on the shower floor, her back against the wall, his head resting on 
her bosom, her hand stroking his hair, his penis still twitching with residual
pleasure.

"How was it?" she asked sweetly.  "Was it worth the wait?"

"That..." he said, breathing heavily, "...was the most amazing experience of my
life."

"Well, you were right," she purred.  "You were a good boy this week.  And I know
you'll be an even better boy next week, won't you, Sweetie?"  She craned her neck
down and kissed his forehead.

"Yes, ma'am," he breathed, and he had never meant it as much as he did now.