I try...

But it's no use. Lydia is everything you've fantasized about for the past three years. You literally can not count the number of times you've drained your balls to the thought and memory of her touch. And now she's behind you. Her massive tits rest against your back, and she's reached around to your cock. She strokes it affectionately, as one might a dog, and you feel your hips move back to give her easier access. She uses both hands moving them in a literally mind numbing rhythm that prevents you from adapting. You have beat your meat thousands of times, and your cock has never felt as good as it does now, with the first...only...who are you kidding, first handjob, she gives you. You approach orgasm faster than ever before and you know it is going to be intense...but then something strange happens. She doesn't explicitly stop your orgasm, she just rubs the base of your shaft, and the head in an odd way...and suddenly you have just the tiniest trill of pleasure. It's almost like an orgasm, but suddenly your ejaculation feels miles away, your seed still safely in your balls. Like you haven't even touched your cock today.

Then she bites your ear, gently. Her hot breath rushes over your neck as she resumes stroking your shaft. This time she uses one hand, as the other reaches lower to massage your balls which suddenly feel full. You always jerk off before bed, so you don't have to worry about wet dreams, but your sack feels so tight that you question if you've cum since turning 18. Without your permission, your mouth starts panting and you feel less a King, and more a Dog. She has you by your leash and collar, and she whispers lust into your ears. It isn't long before this three pronged **** overwhelms you, and you begin humping her hand as you feel your orgasm approach once more. However, this time her grip loosens and loosens, until you feel nothing around your cock. She continues to massage your balls, which now almost feel like they're buzzing, but it's like the launch orders were called off while the catapult line has been cut. Physics and science say the shot should be launched, but the load sits in the cup politely, awaiting permission. You groan as if you're sick. You try to turn to tell her to stop...or to finish, but she whispers into your ear.

"Relax" is all she says, and you feel your muscles shut down, as if in submission to a goddess. Your lust refuses to subside though, and you think that if she won't finish you, you can at least finish yourself. As your hand just barely touches your monstrous cock, she whispers again, directly against your ear. It almost seems like rather than speak she is just transmitting the vibrations from her lips to your ear directly, no breath required.

"Let me take care of it...good boy" Your whole body shivers, and your arms suddenly go numb. This isn't magic. You've been trained against mind control magic...this is just...

Your train of thought crashes, along with the rest of your brain as she resumes working your shaft. She has ample room to stroke up and down the length with both hands. You feel her giggle, and the night seems to get warmer and brighter.

"Such a perfect man. You're so big. You have such a nice cock for me to play with." You know she is talking down to you, and you don't care. You're perfect. You're big. Your cock is hers to play with. Once again you're about to cum, and once again she uses her skill to delay it. Deny it. but it never hurts. You've had blue balls before, and this is blissful. Satisfying. The only pain comes from your soul as your body betrays you, and that's taking a backseat as your unbelievably sexy stepmother pleases your cock with her fingertips.

"I'm going to let you cum...but first, I need you to promise something... no need to speak. Say it with your mind...with your heart." She twists her fingers around your cock gently as she jerks you, while her other hand does tiny, quick strokes just under your cockhead. The motion denies you a rebuttal.

"Promise that you won't resist even consider resisting me again. When I came in, you thought about kicking me out. That's no good. From now on, you'll be good for me. You'll always accept me...And next time, I'll use more than my hands..."

You think about your father. How could he endure this for three years? After one night, you're about to forgive the woman who killed him. From a single handjob. Why did you let this happen?

"Well?" She doesn't whisper this time. For the first time since she touched your cock, it almost feels like you can speak. If you take this chance...maybe you can break free.