Stepmom - Pt. 06

The car rolled through the streets of the Slakthus area and Hanna's voice filled the passenger compartment.

"You were such a good boy." She glanced at him and smiled. "You looked so cute in those pink yoga pants, really adorable. And that yellow dress! It fits you perfectly."

Michael sat quietly in the passenger seat and stared out the side window. His thoughts spun in circles. The plug inside him reminded him of its presence in every small bump the car hit, every curve, every brake. It pressed deeply and constantly. He shifted in the seat and felt it move inside him.

"And the way you walked in it! You rocked your hips so naturally." Hanna put her hand on his thigh and hugged him lightly. "Nina was impressed."

Michael said nothing. He thought about the cock cage, about the coldness of the metal around his soft penis. If Hanna had unlocked it, he would have been hard now, after all. Maybe because of all. The humiliation and the excitement. But what gnawed at him the most wasn't the plug or the clothes. It was that no one had asked him. Not once. They had dressed him up, put the plug in him, used him like a Barbie. He wanted a choice. A little respect. Just for someone to say, what do you think? What do you want?

"We're home!" Hanna turned into the driveway and turned off the engine. Her eyes sparkled behind her glasses.

They got out. The cold bit Michael's bare legs. Hanna locked the car and handed him two of the bags from the back seat.

"Be a good boy and carry them in."

He carried the bags through the hall. Hanna's shoes clattered to the floor behind him. He had barely put the bags down when she grabbed his wrist.

"Come."

She pulled him toward the bathroom. He had barely had time to take off his shoes. Hanna's fingers were cool around his wrist.

Inside the bathroom she let go of him and turned around. "Get undressed, and we'll take that plug out."

Michael unbuttoned his new blouse, let it slide down. Stepped out of her skirt. Rolled down hir socks. When he was naked, Hanna turned to him and nodded towards the toilet.

"Bend over the toilet and spread your legs wide."

He bent forward. His hands grabbed the toilet lid. Spread his legs. Felt how he exposed himself completely to her, his cheeks flushed red.

"When Nina first showed it to me, I have to admit I doubted she would get it in." Hanna's voice was admiring, almost warm. "But you took it so well."

She patted the plug. Palm against the base. The thrusts shot up through him, through his rectum, through his abdomen, and he clenched his jaws.

"How does it feel?"

Something was stirring in him. Not the plug. Something else. Rebellion. They had treated him like a toy all day. Nina had dressed him up, stuck the plug in him while Hanna held him. No one had asked him what he wanted. He was overrun.

"It's too big. It's really fucking uncomfortable."

SMACK.

Hanna's hand came down over his butt like a whip. The sound echoed between the tiled walls of the bathroom.

"Michael! Never swear!" Her voice was sharp as a scalpel. "Or do you want me to leave the plug in you?"

"No," he said sourly.

SMACK. The other butt cheek.

"What do you say?" Hanna's voice began to take on that gravely serious tone, the jaw muscles tense.

"Sorry," he said automatically.

"Sorry what?" she asked again.

"I am sorry, Mom."

"That was better."

Hanna grasped the base of the plug and began to work it out. Slowly, methodically, with the precision of a doctor. Michael gripped the toilet lid tighter and clenched his teeth as the widest part passed his sphincter. It burned. Then it let go, and he felt empty and open.

"Come on, let's choose some clothes for you."

She led him to his bedroom. Opened a bag from the store and picked up a pair of red thongs with matching stay-ups. He pulled on the panties, and the socks.

"Come on, let's go back to the bathroom," Hanna said, pushing him lightly in front of her.

"Sit," she said, pushing him down on the toilet seat.

He sat down. Hanna opened a toiletry bag he hadn't seen before and started picking through makeup. Tubes and pencils in different shades.

"This one, no, too dark... mmm, maybe this one, yes." She talked to herself, holding a brush up to the light.

"What's that?" Michael asked.

"It's makeup, hun."

"What are you going to wear makeup for?"

She turned around and looked at him with a look that said the it was a stupid question, and he knew it was, he knew deep down what she wanted to do with the make up. "I'm going to do your makeup, silly you," she said.

Michael sat silently. Seconds passed. The bathroom faucet dripped.

"No," he said quietly.

Hanna didn't seem to hear him. She continued to rummage in the vanity case.

"No," he said louder.

"No? No what?" Hanna stopped. She turned to him and her glasses sparkled in the bathroom light.

"No, I... I don't want to get makeup done." He swallowed. "I don't think I want... I don't want to be dressed like a girl."

Hanna put down the brush. Calmly. Then she reached down, took hold of his jaw, her cool fingers gripping firmly and bent down so her face was close to his.

"You don't want to?" Her voice was completely neutral. Neutral like a clinical journal entry. But behind the neutrality he sensed something else, something that made him really nervous and he suddenly felt a lot less sure of his objection. But he managed to get out a squeaking, "No."

"Now you listen to me, sweet cheeks." She spoke calmly, but the words had a hardness that to them. "Your own mother wanted nothing to do with you."

The words stung. Like a whip across bare skin.

"Your father did neither."

He blinked. Felt his eyes start to sting.

"And here I am." Hanna's voice was neutral. "I offer you a home, food in your belly, I offer you structure."

The tears came. Not as a sudden outburst but as slow, involuntary tears that ran down his cheeks. Hanna squatted down so that her face was close to his. Her eyes behind the glasses were gravely serious but there was also something tender, maybe caring in there.

"I'll take care of you." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'll give you love, warmth and the upbringing that you've been missing your whole life."

She looked into his tear-filled eyes.

"Don't you understand that mommy is doing this for your own good?"

He did not understand. But he nodded weakly.

"As a boy, you have nothing to offer me or even the world." Hanna took his face in her hands. Her palms were cool against his warm, wet cheeks. "You have no job, no money, no education."

He tried to turn his face away but she held him firm.

"But you're cute. And you have a cute, round little butt." Her thumb wiped a tear from his cheek. "But I don't have time for little, cute, naughty, ungrateful boy who refuse to be raised proper, do you hear me?"

Michael looked at her through his tears and nodded.

"What I have time for is an obedient, grateful girl who obeys her mommy." She let go of his jaw and stood up. She looked down at him. "So what are you, Michael? A small, soon-to-be homeless, ungrateful boy. Or a good little girl with a roof over her head?"

Silence. His breathing was uneven.

"I'm going to be a good girl." He managed.

"Mmm, I knew it." She patted his cheek twice. A little too hard. "And do you know what good girls need?"

He hesitated. "No."

"They need a really good fuck."

He swallowed nervously. His stomach turned.

"Now, go into my bedroom, onto my bed, on all fours, I'll be there shortly."

Michael got up on shaky legs. Walked through the hall to Hanna's bedroom. Stepped in. The bed was already made. He crawled up, got on all fours. Face against the headboard. Butt in the air. The red thongs slid tight between his buttocks. The stay-ups tightened around his thighs. He waited.

He heard her steps in the hall. The door opened. Hanna stepped in. Michael turned around and looked at her. She had the same white blouse, the same dark jeans, but around her waist was a black leather harness, and attached to it, pointing straight out, was a black rubber cock.

His eyes widened. His mouth opened.

"Oh no, the time for protests is over, little lady."

He closed his mouth, turned his head forward. His heart was racing.

The bed rocked as she stepped up behind him. The mattress sank under her weight.

SMACK!

"Head down and buttom up."

He obeyed. Pushed his chest down, lifted his butt higher.

Hanna pulled the red thongs down to his knees. The fabric tightened around his thighs.

"Now I want you to be a good girl and spread your lovely buttocks for mommy."

He reached back, hands shaking and grabbed his own buttocks and spread them. Exposed himself completely to her. His anus still felt sore from the plug.

Then Michael felt Hanna's hand, cold and sticky with lube. She lubricated him, more roughly than before. Her fingers worked the lube in without sympathy, stretching, preparing. He grunted.

Hanna took the dildo and lubricated it. Black rubber glistened with lubricant. She placed the tip against his anus.

"Please, carefully." Michael begged.

"Puh! Good girls don't tell how to get fucked. They just say thank you and accept the cock thats given!"

Hanna pushed. Michael groaned. She increased the pressure. He grunted loader.

"Relax like a good little slut," Hanna hissed and pushed hard with her hip.

Finally the tip slid in and with it half of the dildo.

"AIIIIGG!" Michael screamed and pressed his face into the pillow. Her fingers gripped the sheet. The dick named "Average Anders plus" was like a medium-sized Swedish man's dick plus a few extra centimeters in length and a little extra girth. Hanna herself would have been pleased if she had met a man with cock like that. However, she knew that Michael would not appreciate the plus size.

She held still. Let him get used to the hard rubber buried in his rear. She caressed his buttocks with cool hands. The redness from today's spanking shone.

"Please, take it out... aiiiee, it's too big." Michael begged, his voice was strained, shaky and filled with discomfort.

"Shh, stop being a wuss! You take it really well!"

Hanna slowly began to move. She looked down and watched as the cock slid in and out of his tight ass. Out a little, in again. Methodically. She loved it.

She heard and saw her stepson whimper and grunt with every movement. His knuckles were turning white around the sheet.

"Okay, now relax like a good girl!" She caressed his ass before taking a firm grip on his hips. Her fingers dug into his ass.

Slowly but methodically, she pushed the whole cock inside him. Centimeter by centimeter. Until the base of the dildo pressed against his buttocks.

"GAAAAAAHHHH! Please, please... sssssss..."

She held back. Far in. Leaned over him. Her blouse brushed against his back. Her lips against his ear.

"If you're a good girl and stop whining, maybe mommy will let you suck on her tits."

Michael swallowed. It hurt. Just hurt. His insides burned and stretched, fighting against the intruder.

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

"Yes," he squeaked.

"Good girls ask their moms to fuck their little asses."

Silence. Then, with a voice that broke, "Please mommy... fuck my ass."

Hanna laughed. A warm, satisfied laugh. She stood up, took another hold of his hips, and began to methodically fuck him. Calmly at first. Even, full strokes in and out. Then when she finally felt him relax, when his whimpers turned into something else something more like moans, she increased the pace.

The thrusts against his ass became faster. Hard. The bed bobbed beneath them. Hanna's breathing became heavier, and sweat began to bead on her forehead, on her upper lip.

Michael began to feel something different. The pain was still there, it burned, it stretched, but something nice mixed in. A warmth that spread from his insides out through his abdomen, down into his thighs.

Hanna heard how his grunts became more and more like moans. Low, involuntary moans that came from deep in his throat.

"Sucha a slut! You're starting to like this." Hanna's voice was breathless but triumphant. "Do you like it when mommy fucks you little butt?"

The question was met with more moans. A long, trembling "mmmm" against the pillow.

Hanna laughed again and increased the pace even more. Her hips hit his buttocks with a rhythm that echoed in the room. Smearing sounds of lube and sweat and skin against her jeans.

Finally Hanna felt that Michael had had enough. She slowed down, breathing heavily.

She unbuckled her harness without pulling out the dildo. Unbuttoned the buckles, the leather straps fell. With the dildo still deep inside him, she pulled up his red thong over his buttocks. The fabric tightened and held the dildo in place, buried deep inside him.

She patted his ass. "Good girl. Now that you've learned to appreciate mommy's cock, we'll let it stay there for a while."

Michael stayed on all fours. Trembling. Breathing in short, labored strokes. The dildo filled him, pressed against his insides, and he didn't know if he wanted it to come out.

Hanna moved to the head of the bed. Sat down. Unbuttoned her blouse, button by button, and let it fall open. Her naked breasts were exposed, small, firm, with light pink nipples against her pale skin.

"Come her, my little slut," she said softly.

Michael moved slowly. Carefully, with the dildo deep inside him, he crawled toward the head of the bed. Towards her. Towards her open arms and naked breasts.

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Dear reader, thank you for reading these naughty words.

The fate of Michael is at a crossroads, Hanna is undecided of the fate of her girl. Should Michael interact with only females, shemales, males or any wild combination?