Having his naked shrunken and utterly helpless step mom on his desk was finally starting to appeal to Ty’s teenaged hormones. This woman who had tormented and abused him for nearly half of his life was now entirely under his control.
His mouthless face registered exhaustion and shock. Her tired bloodshot eyes were still steadily leaking tears down her cheeks. She was stiff at attention, unable to move, unable to speak, completely at Ty’s will.
He stared at her evenly and felt a twinge of arousal. He blushed a little as he felt an erection starting to rise in his faded and patched jeans.
June eyed him suspiciously, and Ty reached for her.
“Just relax,” he whispered.
In response, June collapsed onto her knees, her breath coming in ragged hot wisps from her nose. She did indeed relax, being forced to comply as her mental distress eased and her body grew heavy. She trembled in renewed terror, but slowly her tears started to fade.
“There, that’s it,” Ty encouraged, stroking her back gently. She was very smooth and warm. It was quite an appealing sensation on his hand. Still, Ty couldn’t help but feel a sense of revulsion as he stroked her. “Look at you. My own little step mom to order around as I please. Isn’t that so exciting?”
June shook her head no frantically, eyes screwing up into renewed horror. Ty only laughed at her response.
“You don’t have a choice anymore,” Ty giggled. At this point, June was realizing any resistance to her predicament was entirely futile. She wouldn’t be able to fight back anyway. She exhaled through her nose sharply and closed her eyes, nodding, understanding.
“That’s it, my little toy,” Ty whispered, still gently running a finger over her lean back. He felt the rigid bump of her spine and the warmth of her stress sweating through her skin.
June hung her head, starting to resign herself to whatever fate she was destined for, and she surrendered. There was nothing she could do.
“That’s it,” Ty encouraged. “No point fighting.”
June nodded again, her mind being warped by Ty’s soothing words, and she relaxed further. Her heavy breathing calmed, and she fell to her hands and knees with her head hung low in shame. Little by little, Ty watched as June’s breathing slowed, the blush of her overheated body began to cool to normal pink skin, and her sweat began to dry up.
He stared at her in fascination. He had never seen a naked woman before, and while he didn’t consider June the person particularly nice or attractive, the sight of her 40 something soft breasts and slim curves were intriguing. She was lean, tight, and well kept. There were barely any pockets of fat on her middle aged body, and if there were, they were in the right places.
Ty stroked her back with his whole hand now, enjoying the feel of her smooth flesh under his palm. June whimpered, trying to fight how much she was finding it soothing as her condition to obey tried to keep her calm. She didn’t want to relax. She wanted to fight this, but her mind was slowly betraying her will.
“There,” Ty encouraged, gripping June by the waist and smiling. He picked her up carefully, raising her loose and exhausted body to his chest, and held her rump in his palm. June instinctively cuddled into Ty’s chest and hugged his neck in her arms.
“Ohhh, there,” Ty whispered in amazement. He was fully aroused now as he felt June’s warm little body and her soft beating heart against his own. It was a strange sensation.
He looked down at her with a startled smirk and realized he quite liked her like this. The feel of her warm ass in his hand was enticing.