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CHAPTER ONE
Stephen tried not to stare at his stepmother’s legs while she drove.
The thin, lanky 18-year-old tried to nod and listen to what his 35-year-old blonde stepmother was saying as she got on the interstate and sped past the dry and dusty Texas landscape-
But her tanned muscular legs worked the pedals of their manual-shift Porshe as she drove at high speeds-
Making her beautiful powerful thighs pulse and tighten, and the hem of her impossibly short blue sundress kept riding up with each shift of the gears until the squirming nerdy boy was having so much trouble pretending to look at his phone or even hide the insistent boner throbbing inside his suddenly too-tight-
“Stephen, do you understand what I’m telling you?!” she demanded, changing gears in the Porshe again, causing her short sundress to ride up even higher, so he could almost see the junction of her her amazing long amazing legs!
“Yes Mother of course!”
And her perfectly manicured feet in those sexy open high heels, oh god-
“Call me Anne, I’ve told you that!” the tall blonde snapped, her long toned legs working as she changed gears again, heading for the off-ramp.
“Yes.... Anne!” he gulped, trying not to look at her smooth skin as her dress rode even higher-
And Stephen finally caught a peek at the bright red silk panties she wore!
Panties he had seen many many times before-
-just never with her IN them!
His cock almost exploded in his pants!
Anne frowned and pulled her sundress back down in the windy open-topped Porshe.
“You know, when I married your father last year, I knew there would be some... awkwardness... having a grown woman suddenly move in to a bachelor pad, where two single men had been living alone for so long, especially with one of them being a teenaged boy-”
Stephen blushed, knowing what she meant!
“-but I never imagined I’d sense him raiding my laundry and jacking off into my panties like a PERVERT!”
“WHAATTTT?!” Stephen screamed, finally looking up from her golden thighs. “I’M NOT-”
“Where’s my blue bikini panties Stephen?!” Anne demanded, throwing the car into high gear to burn down the straight residential road. “THE ONE WITH THE PINK HEARTS?”
Stephen knew exactly where they were.
But he couldn’t tell her that.
He had been surprised an older woman would still wear something so cute and innocent-
And it was that innocence, coupled with the sexiness of that soft cloth having actually been in contact with those strong amazing thighs he saw every day-
Hugged around that proud gym-toned ass she flaunted every night-
Panties that had cupped the most intimate parts of her-
That made that blue pair with cute pink hearts the centerpiece of his rotating collection!
“I DIDN’T! I- UM-”
“You KNOW my Powers can sense you’re hard RIGHT NOW, RIGHT?” his step-mother demanded, using the Sex Magic all women on Earth now had to greatly increase the blood flow to his cock and the sperm-production inside his balls- to take his hard-on from an aching insistent embarrassment to the throbbing burning center of his consciousness, until all he could think about was grabbing and stroking and using it! “I KNOW what you want to do right now!”
She laughed as the blushing very-blue-balled boy tried to resist the growing urge to grab his throbbing cock and stroke, an urge so center to his sexuality and manhood that he had probably spent more hours practicing that than anything else in his life-
And even though she sensed him run to the bathroom and stroke it every time she left to go to the gym or shopping even for an hour-
He was apparently still to shy to do it in front of her!
So she blew him a kiss and added hundreds of phantom tickling feathers just for fun.
And nearly cried laughing as the gasping boy broke and started squeezing himself through his pants, right in front of his laughing step mother!
“THERE you go- NOW we’re getting to the heart of things!”
“ANNE! STOP IT!” the red-faced boy gasped, unable to stop squeezing his diamond hard cock through his tight jeans!
The beautiful 35-year-old let her spells continue to wash over the boy as she tossed her long blonde hair in the wind and pulled into a wide clean parking lot, the sudden stop making her slide forward in her seat and making her short blue sundress ride up so high she was sure her little red silk thong was now completely in his view.
She didn’t care.
“That’s it, get a good stroke in!” she laughed, shutting off the car and making sure she orgasm blocked the boy, something she had rarely done over the last year, only on special occasions like Christmas and his birthday. “Because in this state I’m legally your medical guardian until you turn 22, so now we’re going into this cute little clinic to get a Procedure done to make sure you can NEVER touch that cute little penis of yours- EVER AGAIN!”
Still compulsively grabbing his cock through his pants, Stephen’s heart stopped when he looked over to read the words over the clean, white, newly constructed single-story building, words which every boy in the modern world recognized.
“OH FUCK!!!”
***
***
Dr. Yasmine Saleh nervously adjusted her blue hijab as she approached the front door of the white, clean, newly constructed single story clinic.
The thick blue scarf covered the twenty-five year-old Egyptian’s hair, neck and shoulders, although it left the front of her face exposed, and sat loosely on top of her thick, conservative button-up dress shirt and long, flowy ankle-length black pants.
She had seen many women wearing head coverings on her flight over from Cairo, much fewer in the international airport in Dallas, and now, as she glanced around the waiting room as she entered the clinic, heading for the receptionist, noticed that no one else in the central Texas crowd was wearing one! And most of the mothers and young women who were sitting next to disgruntled looking young men in the waiting room were wearing dresses and or shorts so short and that showed of so much of their smooth young naked legs, Yasmine got flustered on their behalf!
“Hello, can I help you?” the receptionist greeted her. The tall attractive redhead was so busty in her light, partially open blouse, Yasmine got distracted by the amazing cleavage before she answered, feeling the heat starting to rise on her smooth face and neck!
“Yes! Um- I’m Dr. Saleh! I’m here on a residency transfer program from the Cairo College of Medic-”
“Oh YES our new Egyptian Doctor!” the receptionist squealed, standing up and holding out her toned arms. “Dr. Gates told me to expect you! Come here around the counter honey- welcome to America!”
Dr. Saleh gasped as the tall woman gave her a tight hug, like they had grown up in the same family- were all Americans this friendly?!
And feeling her huge firm breasts pressing against Yasmine’s cheek and collarbone just made the heat creeping along her skin spread faster!
The tall woman spun around, handing Yasmine items at an alarming rate.
“Here’s your access badge- this is a map of the area- here’s your locker key- this is for the back door- oh, would you like some coffee?”
The still-flustered Yasmine adjusted her hijab again as she stepped out of the tight hug, feeling the heat building on her neck slide down onto her chest, her stomach, even... between her toned legs!
“No, I ate on the plane, thank you!” she gulped, pulling at the front of her shirt a little. Why was it so hot in this waiting room?
Like a Cairo street in the summer sun!
“And when did you get in? Last night?”
“No, just a few hours ago! After a shower in my hotel room- I came straight here!” Yasmine gulped, starting to sweat!
“That’s great! Well, would you like a quick tour of the place? Or would you like to see Miranda first?”
The young doctor blushed- she was almost panting from heat- but the receptionist didn’t even seem to notice! “Miranda...?” What was it something she had caught on the plane? Extreme jet lag? “I’d like to see Dr. Gates first, if that’s okay!” she gulped, feeling her face flush more, even as she struggled to control it. “But...”
She couldn’t seem sick in front of her boss on the first day!
“Okey dokey, I’ll take you to her!” the busty receptionist laughed, seemingly not in any of the same discomfort Yasmine was. She COULDN’T be more adjusted to the summer heat than I am, Yasmine gasped to herself. It wasn’t possible!
“I’ll be back in just a minute!” the receptionist told the half-crowded waiting room, over Yasmine’s shoulder. “All of you boys WAIT EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE.”
And when the receptionist waved her hand in a quick flat motion to cover the entire waiting room, Yasmine felt a new wave of heat blast across her body, as if the receptionist had waved an industrial hairdryer around inside of her clothes!
Stopping inside her panties!
And the five nervous boys waiting in five different chairs in the waiting room all wailed and grabbed their crotches at once, pushing their butts down harder into the cushions on which they sat, trying to get their balls closer to the floor!
Yasmine put it together as Carol led her back through the locked doors-
“You just used spells- to pull down on those boys’ testicles to keep them from moving out of their chairs!” the flushed young doctor exclaimed as they walked down the hall.
“Of course! God gave those boys two nice easy handles for a reason- might as well put them to good use, keeping them from abscondin’ out the door while I’m gone!”
Yasmine gulped, realizing-
Carol smiled back as she walked. “Ya’ll don’t use Sex Magic like that in Egypt?”
“No! We don’t ever use... magic on men without their permission!”
The busty redhead turned on her heels to smile at the shocked girl. “Well, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
She knocked on the heavy wooden door at the end of the hall and when it opened, Yasmine was struck with the vision of a tall elegant brown-haired high-cheekboned woman in an open white lab coat that revealed an eye-catching purple silk shirt and skin-tight gray pencil skirt showing off most of her amazingly long legs-
She was a vision of Cleopatra’s grace herself!
“Hello,” the vision told Yasmine in an instantly calming voice, looking her deeply in the eyes. “I’m Doctor Miranda Gates.”
Yasmine was stunned-
Seeing the tall, beautiful, accomplished woman for the first time-
A woman who was nearly an urban legend among the young female doctors in Egypt-
While still feeling flushed all along her face and neck and body under her clothes, as if a hundred strong hands were giving her a sensual hot oil massage all over her naked body, rubbing on her hard nipples and even her tingling clit and asshole!
“Hello! I! Um- Thank you!! I’m- um-”
“Doctor Saleh’s still recovering from all the spells the girls were casually throwing around the waiting room,” Carol explained with a giggle as the woman stammered. “Tends to get new doctors all hot and bothered.”
“No I’m fine!” Yasmine said, blushing even more! “I’m just recovering from the long flight!”
“It’s not really the Sex Magic that’s affecting you,” Miranda said, putting a comforting hand on Yasmine’s shoulder, making things better and worse. “It’s having so many young, virile, pent-up boys being denied by Sex Magic in such close proximity that’s increasing your heart rate and causing a vascular response. The spells only made your body aware of it.”
Miranda laughed. “We see it often in new doctors from the Middle East and India, cultures that don’t regularly deny their men’s orgasms. Oddly enough, not from China though.”
Her bewitching green eyes met Yasmine’s open brown ones. “It’s perfectly normal, just clamp down a little bit on your Magic sensitivity in the first and third harmonics, and it will pass.”
Yasmine did, recalling the forbidden lessons she had been taught by older female doctors in a secret room deep inside the University of Cairo, months before being accepted into this residency, and felt the sexual heat between her legs ease.
“Thank you!” she gulped, wiping her brow. “It was just a little... overwhelming!”
Miranda winked at Carol. “Now imagine what it’s like for the boys.” She turned back to Yasmine.
“Now, one other thing before I take you on rounds to get to know you better- you’re perfectly free to wear the hijab here in the clinic if you wish, but having seen your reaction to just a little pent up Lust Energy in the waiting room, it’s also perfectly acceptable for you to dress more comfortably and casually, like Carol and I are.”
Yasmine suddenly felt the oppressive weight of the thick scarf over her head.
“But- I must always wear a head covering in public!”
The tall Carol looked at her. “Are you doing that because you want to? Or because you’ve been told to?”
Yasmine swallowed, feeling her heart begin to race!
Miranda touched her shoulder again. “It’s completely your choice. Either way is fine with us.”
Yasmine thought about what those women in that secret room had told her before she faked her papers to be able to leave the country-
What she was here to experience-
To try and learn-
And Yasmine took a deep breath and took off her hijab to reveal a long, silky beautiful mane of midnight black hair.
“Holy moley, put that head scarf back on!” Carol laughed. “Or else we’ll have half the boys in the waiting room getting stiff just seeing her!”
A shocked Yasmine started to re-cover herself but Miranda stopped her with a laugh. “That’s sort of the point- isn’t it?”
She took the hijab out of Yasmine’s hands and traded it for a clean white lab coat.
“There! Now, if you’re rested and ready, let’s go see our first lucky patient.”
***
Miranda opened the door to reveal a beautiful, big-breasted well-muscled blonde in a short short sundress sitting in the examination room next to a very nervous looking young man.
Too young to be his mother- Yasmine thought- but too old to be his wife!
So what is their relationship?
And could her short dress and high heels show off any MORE of those legs!?!!
“Ahhh, Anne Wilkins and her son... Stephen,” Miranda said, reading off the chart Carol had handed her before going back to her reception desk. “I’m Dr. Miranda Gates, and this is my new resident, Dr. Yasmine Saleh. We’ll be handling your case today.”
Son?! Yasmine screamed inside her head as the women shook hands, the boy too scared to stand up and join in. She’d have to been a teenager when she had him!
“Step-son,” Anne corrected, seeing the shock in Yasmine’s eyes. “But I want to treat him like my own! Which is why... why we’re here today doctors.”
“Yes, of course, what seems to be the problem?” Miranda said, sitting fluidly in one of the two rolling stools, crossing her long naked legs with a grace Yasmine envied. The young doctor also saw Stephen gulp and cover his crotch even harder!
Yasmine opened up her sensitivity just a little and was shocked when she sensed a strong insistent buzzing coming from the boy’s crotch, practically throbbing inside her lips!
“He’s hard right now!” Yasmine gasped before she could control it, then looked to Miranda with shock and apology.
But the older doctor was just smirking, looking at the mother.
“Yes he’s been that way for weeks,” Anne said, setting her mouth in a tight line. “And I just can’t figure out why,” she added, recrossing her smooth naked legs- legs which would have made a dancer proud, Yasmine thought, and she felt the young boy’s cock twitch in response!
A foot and leg fetish! she suddenly realized. A strong one!
“Now, I expect a certain amount of horniness from a young boy such as Stephen,” Anne continued, “and I sense him every night, getting hard and trying not to touch it, maybe sometimes thinking of me in the shower-”
“Naughty boy,” Miranda chuckled, crossing her own longer, much sexier legs in the boy’s direction, dangling a high heel off her slim nude foot as Yasmine’s eyes got large.
She knows!
And she’s USING it against him!
Yasmine could hear the boy’s heartbeat throbbing through his desperate cock!
“I know!” Anne agreed, bouncing her nude foot as well, not as slim or smooth at Miranda’s but still erotic nonetheless. “I’ve tried to block him when my friends come around, and I’m not one of those mothers who goes in for spankings, but something’s got to be done! In just the last few weeks-”
“Something’s changed,” Miranda finished for her, raising a single arched eyebrow. “Stephen, honey,” the doctor giggled, rolling her stool a little forward, smirking at the obviously uncomfortable boy, “have you been pulling your penis to thoughts of your step-mother more than usual recently?”
“NO!” the boy cried, turning even more red!
“Are you sure?” Miranda giggled, extending her slim manicured finger and, after checking that Yasmine was watching, slooooooowly curling it up and down in the boy’s direction.
And he almost jumped out of his chair!
And Yasmine sensed a magic spell-
Could she listen harder to tell what it was- Yes!
Doctor Gates was stroking the boy’s cock with a single phantom finger, right through his pants, right in front of his mother!
And Yasmine had to stifle a giggle as she watched the young boy- only six years her junior- gasp and stammer and squirm at the simple touch, getting much redder in the face and much harder in his pants, totally against his will!
“Ma-maybe I have!” Stephen finally admitted, sweating now!
Miranda added a second finger to the first. “How often....?”
“T...twice a day!! Sometimes threeee!!”
“And is that... all?”
Yasmine had to marvel as the boy squirmed and panted and pressed his thighs together- his distress obvious even without Powers- just from the simple touch Miranda was giving him!
“I... I also....”
He was having so much trouble speaking, and his face was totally red!
His stepmother slapped his knee. “Tell them!”
“...... I also steal her panties out of her laundry to jack off into them!”
Yasmine let out a whoop of laughter, then suddenly covered her mouth with both hands.
“Doctor! I’m sorry!”
But Miranda was still smirking. “No need, Dr. Saleh, no need.” She turned back to the patients. “Dr. Saleh comes from Egypt, where young boys don’t steal their mother’s clean underthings out of the dryer to cover them with their sperm.”
“And that was the final straw!” Anne agreed, recrossing her smooth toned legs and bobbing her bare foot tensely in its high heel. “It’s fine for him to spray the walls of the shower with his sperm- I make him clean it every two days anyway- but to do that to MY PANTIES- it’s disgusting!”
Miranda opened her clipboard to take notes. “And does he have any particular pairs he finds most... arousing?”
Anne crossed her arms. “It’s always my schoolgirl pairs from college! The ones I mostly wear when doing role-play with his father.”
Both Yasmine and Stephen’s eyes bugged out.
“I see, I see,” Miranda said, writing notes at a fast clip. “And do you find the activity takes place... any certain time of day?”
“At night, always at night, Doctor! He thinks he’s being sneaky by doing it when I’m not home- but I can still sense him, halfway across the city!”
“And is his sperm concentrated in any... specific part of the underthings?”
“Oh, he covers my crotches and bum with his cum- just soaks them!”
The boy moaned and Yasmine almost sensed him shoot off in his pants!
“I see, I see, interesting,” Miranda nodded, writing even faster. She tilted her clipboard towards Yasmine so the young doctor could see thatMiranda had really just been doodling the word ‘panties panties panties panties’ over and over again along with a surprisingly detailed cartoon of a nude Stephen rolling around in his bed sniffing them.
Yasmine let out a sudden laugh then covered her mouth, trying to hold the giggles in.
“Yes, both Dr. Saleh and I agree, this is a very serious case of pantiosis masturbatum,” Miranda said, as serious as a therapist. “And so you’re asking we perform a Procedure 501 on the boy?”
Anne scrunched up her brow. “A... Five-Oh-One....?”
“A Willy Wanker. A complex magic spell that will prevent Stephen from touching his penis again whenever it gets hard.”
Both Anne and her step-son reacted at the exact same time.
“Yes, exactly!”
“NO! YOU CAN’T!”
And that was the exact moment Dr. Yasmine Saleh began to get a little wet between her legs.
“We certainly can, young man,” Dr. Gates said, standing up, truly and fully serious now. “It is a well-tested medical procedure, approved in all fifty-two states for all ages of males past the start of puberty- And if you are stealing your step-mother’s panties to defile them you certainly fit the description of a boy who would benefit from an airtight Willy Wanker!” She snapped on two surgical gloves and stood facing the boy, as imposing as a statue. “Now please stand and disrobe so that Dr. Saleh may examine you.”
Both the boy and Yasmine gasped at once.
“DISROBE?!”
“Examine him?!” Yasmine gulped.
She was only supposed to... observe!
***
Miranda smirked.
“Of course Doctor, we discussed this outside if you remember,” she lied, making Yasmine gulp and blush even more.
“Yes Dr. Gates, of course!”
Miranda turned to the boy, snapping her fingers. “Naked as a jaybird if you please, Stephen! Or in five seconds I will start using my Powers to start crushing your testicles as much as medically possible short of permanent sterilization.”
“Oh GOD! Yes- just wait okay!”
And Yasmine got to drink in the sight of a slim, attractive, scared 18-year-old American boy hurriedly stripping off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants right before her.
Such a cute boy-
And so nervous too!
“And the panties,” Miranda deadpanned, pointing a gloved finger at his boxer briefs. She turned to Anne. “Have you considered keeping him in his own frilly panties as punishment, since he loves stealing yours? Works wonders for young boys a rebellious attitude.”
“No, but I’ll definitely consider it,” the mother replied as the boy gasped. “Maybe a cute blue bikini bottom with little pink hearts?”
“Mother NO!”
Yasmine had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.
These women were treating this boy... with no respect at all!
Miranda turned back to the horribly blushing boy still trying to cover the stiff tent in his briefs.
“Well come on! Chop chop! Or I’ll shrink your penis to a hyper-sensitive little nub during the procedure too!”
Stephen gasped and grabbed his waistband and blushed harder as he pulled and-
Yasmine got to see her first young, blushing, American boy go fully nude in front of her.
With a stiff little five-inch penis springing past his waistband like a bent back tree branch!
Sproing! giggled Yasmine in her head, unable to keep from looking!
“Now there’s the type of enthusiasm we like to see from our Willy Wanker prospects,” Miranda chuckled, using her magic to force his wrists away from his crotch, leaving his cock bouncing in the open air! “Hop up on that chair dear, and Dr. Saleh will strap you in.”
Yasmine gasped as she turned to look at the heavy leather and steel examination table for the first time.
It had huge metal stirrups on it like a gynecological table!
And looked tough enough to withstand a nuclear blast!
And that’s when Yasmine realized, the chair was built for fully grown men to struggle.
A lot.
And the tingles started growing much faster in her crotch.
“I trust you know which end goes where?” Miranda chuckled under her breath to the stunned young
woman, who blushed and gulped.
“Yes Doctor, of course!”
And putting on her best babysitter face, Yasmine grabbed the trembling naked boy by the wrist and led him up into the chair, trying not to look at his stiff, aching, insistent penis bouncing up and down right in front of her lips!
“Step up there, butt right there,” she told him, knowing her face was getting redder and hotter. “And turn so your legs... are up in the stirrups!”
And the boy did it!
Yasmine was still marveling at how easy it had been- 18 year old boys in her country were so headstrong and arrogant in front of strange women-
And she got even wetter in her panties as she lifted the boy’s wrists and clamped them into a leather-lined heavy steel cuff that could support ten times his weight.
The cuffs clanged home with the finality of a prison cell.
“There you go,” she exhaled near his ear, swallowing hard. “You can’t get out of this now.”
And when the nude blue-balled boy whimpered and closed his eyes, his helpless naked cock throbbing harder right before her eyes, Yasmine felt a new wave of heat wash over her nude body under her clothes again.
From nipples to toes, it was like someone was lazily running two hot oiled hands over her nude skin, giving her goosebumps!
Miranda had dumped Stephen’s clothes into a sturdy metal crate and locked it and had one of the nurses take it to another room at the far end of the clinic, leaving the boy truly naked until the women decided otherwise! She looked at her newest resident.
“Crank the legs apart Doctor, and we’ll begin the exam.”
Yasmine saw the shiny metal crank between his legs- it was too obvious to miss- and when she started turning, his knees got wider and wider and higher and higher until he was spread open broader than a woman giving birth, his knees almost at his chest his feet pointed at the ceiling, and his throbbing hard naked shaved helpless cock and overfull balls right in front of her face, with his wrists locked down securely above his head!
Even Stephen’s mother gulped at the sight.
“Wow,” she muttered, recrossing her naked legs the other way, her strong thighs squeezing.
A smirking Miranda stepped up behind Yasmine so she couldn’t back away.
“Grab the shaft and start stroking, Doctor. And we’ll see what our patient is made of.”
***
Yasmine panicked, feeling the heat building so fast on her face and between her legs, her heart pounding in her chest.
She couldn’t!
She was an unmarried woman!
She didn’t know this boy- and he was naked and already so hard and throbbing and-
She jumped when she felt Miranda’s hand take hers and place it onto the squirming boy’s shaft-
“I recommend starting near the third meta-parsal,” Miranda said, curling Yasmine’s fingers around the naked shaft. “About... here.”
And she laughed when both the boy and Yasmine moaned as the Egyptian doctor suddenly gripped tightly, like a girl with magnet hands eager to play with her first iron cock!
“And rub the thumb around the underside of the head, to increase blood flow...”
Yasmine did and Stephen started panting and squirming.
“Oh god! Umm- oh GOD!”
Yasmine’s thumb started moving faster, out of innate reflex.
Miranda smirked.
“Now Stephen, we’re going to need you to be completely honest and open with us,” she laughed as the helpless boy strained in his restraints! “Do you only think about your step-mother when you jerk off?”
“Um- I-” the nude boy panted, eyes closed, his face getting redder! “No!”
She nodded to her colleague and Yasmine started rubbing a little faster.
“Uhhgh!”
“Stephen...?”
“I DON’T!” the boy wailed. “I think about- other girls- all the time!”
Miranda let the strokes continue for the space of another four breaths, then cleared her throat.
“Dr. Saleh, please remove your gloves and continue the examination bare-handed.”
“What?!”
Miranda smirked. “Trust me.”
Gulping, Yasmine peeled off her nitrile gloves, stuffing them into the outer pocket of her lab coat and taking a deep breath, exhaling with her hand held just above the naked boy’s cock-
Feeling the heat radiating from it-
The burning LUST trapped inside-
A female doctor in Egypt could NEVER do this-
She moved forward just a millimeter and it was like like two magnets snapping together-
She grabbed his nude cock tightly and firmly, squeezing hard-
And Yasmine was transported into a magical mindspace where she could sense and hear and even see the boy’s most intimate sexual thoughts inside her Powers!
Which got even clearer the more she stroked!
“OH MY GOD!!”
“What do you see?” Miranda asked, as patient as a schoolteacher.
Yasmine had her eyes closed, concentrating as she stroked! She used her other hand to grip the boy’s hanging balls, rolling them out of reflex!
“He’s thinking of... performing cunnilingus on his step-mother!”
Anne uncrossed her long legs and slapped the only part of the naked boy she could reach, his bare chest.
“Stephen!”
“UNGGH!”
“And does he want to grab and lick her pert posterior too?” Miranda was asking Yasmine now.
“YES!”
“STEPHEN!”
“And how about her smooth legs and hot little manicured feet?”
“Yes Doctor, ALL of it, right down to the toes! ESPECIALLY the feet”
Anne was blushing, hand to her shocked chest. “STEPHEN JEFFERY WILKINS!”
“It’s definitely perverted but not unheard of,” Miranda was calming down Anne. “This is what the
Willy Wanker was made for. I assume you and Stephen live together?”
“Yes, along with his father- but Gerald is away on business a lot of the time!”
“And do you... do anything to encourage Stephen’s... male gaze?” Miranda laughed. “Walking out in little towels after the shower? Sunbathing nude in the backyard?”
“OF COURSE NOT!” Anne protested. “That would be RIDICULOUS! IMMORAL! I don’t do anything any NORMAL mother wouldn’t-”
Miranda tapped Yasmine’s shoulder. “For goodness sakes stop stroking Dr. Saleh- unless you want cum-covered fingers.”
Yasmine let go of the throbbing cock just in time and the naked boy moaned and thrust his splayed hips up in the air, yelling and gasping as his cock spasmed and balls tightened.
“OH GODDDD!!! DAMMNIT! NOOOOOOO!”
“Just in the nick of time,” Miranda chuckled to the embarrassed young doctor as the boy bucked and panted, nearly having a ruined orgasm!
“I’m sorry Doctor! I got so caught up in what I was seeing-”
“Don’t worry about it, we all had to spill some milk before we got skilled at edging. You’ll be more careful next time.” And she moved her mouth closer so that only Yasmine could hear.
“That was edge number one. The boy will have to go through twenty more before a Willy Wanker is finished.”
And this time it was Yasmine who bit her lip and whimpered!
Dr Gates stepped back, crossing the room in three long steps of her high heels to pick up her discarded clipboard. “Continue the manual examination after a few seconds Doctor Saleh, and watch those arousal levels.”
“Yes Doctor!” Yasmine gulped, pressing her legs together. Did she... giggle?
She HAD to be more professional than that!
Miranda turned with her clipboard to the mother. “Now, Anne, for this procedure to work, we will need the truth from you as well. How often does Stephen’s father leave home on trips?”
“Oh, he’s out every week, flying to somewhere or other for his work.”
“And how often do you and Stephen’s father have intercourse?”
“Pretty often!” she laughed. “I don’t let him cum during his work trips so he’s always very eager to see me right when he gets home! Two to three times every weekend at least, which is not bad for a nearly 50 year-old man, magic or no!”
“And any chance Stephen can hear you during these weekend lovemaking sessions? Your moans, your words?”
“God I hope not!”
“Try to remember. Did your Powers sense Stephen stroking off into your panties the last time you were getting pounded, maybe while Gerald was making you orgasm and you were yelling out his name?”
“Oh no!” Yasmine gasped, letting go of the young boy’s penis just before he would have cum in her soft warm hands again! The boy screamed and bucked and squeezed his penis muscles-
-but stayed dry.
“Caught it just in time,” Yasmine gulped, blushing at Miranda.
The Doctor was frowning. “No, that was a good edge, Yasmine. Very close- see how he’s sweating on his forehead? And how blue his balls are getting? We want many more just like that.”
The Egyptian’s smooth face lit up as she smiled. “Yes doctor.”
But behind Yasmine’s back, what Miranda was frowning at, was the mother.
She hit a button on the counter to call the nurse and in less than a minute a young cute bubbling blonde wheeled in a large cart with all sorts of jars, pastes and feather dusters on it.
“A Willy Wanker is a very complex medi-magical procedure,” Miranda explained to the mother. “First we home in on the arousal centers, using guided masturbation and forced edges, then wear away the magical buildup from the environment, using these feather dusters applied to the penis, then use this electro-nutrient paste to amplify the first and third harmonics...”
By the time she had finished going through all the steps of the process, Yasmine had taken the gasping begging panting boy through five more very close and painful edges, using her sharpening Powers to stop just on the brink each time, and his mother Anne was looking flustered and flush, both from hearing the complexity of the procedure and for... other reasons.
“Well, that certainly does seem like... a lot!” the blonde mother said, wiping her forehead with a cloth, glancing between the standing Miranda and her bound, naked, edged and sweating son.
“It has to be,” Miranda said. “Think about all the requirements- the spell has to be always on, 24/7, 365 days a year, whether a woman is nearby to cast it or not- powered by just the boy’s arousal itself- detecting the difference between a soft penis he needs to keep clean and a hard willy that only leads to trouble- while not inhibiting his arousal nor preventing orgasm flow and applying sufficient pressure on his hands but not enough to cause nerve damage to his fingers- it’s probably the most subtle and complex magical spell we can cast!”
Anne gulped, wiping her neck as Stephen was edged by a now grinning Yasmine again. “Yes, I see!”
Dr. Gates looked down at her. “You still wish to continue?”
“Yes, of course!”
“After this point, we cannot stop the Procedure until it is completed, no matter what.”
Anne nodded, a bit of a grin entering her lips. “Yes Doctor, I understand. Defintely continue!”
But that only made Miranda frown a little more. “Very well.” She turned to the nurse. “Susan- feather tickler number five please.”
“Ohh, the stiff ones!” the young blonde nurse giggled, picking up the medical implement. She looked meaningfully at Yasmine while smoothing the feathers. “Ostrich.”
The naked boy groaned, at being shown off helpless and panting and horribly horribly edged to yet another fully clothed woman, this one a cute nurse much closer to his own age, and Yasmine could feel the shame coursing through his naked cock into her hand!
Yasmine stepped back, finally letting go of the stiff penis to give Miranda access between the panting boy’s twitching thighs.
Dr. Gates started the Procedure, closing her eyes and concentrating, pulling apart the complicated magical harmonics in her mind, explaining what she was doing for Yasmine’s benefit as much as the mother’s, all the while using the stiff feather duster to drive the helpless boy into fits of screams and pleads, as she whisked it over the most sensitive parts of his dripping denied throbbing dick and balls without pause or mercy.
“STOP- STOPPPPP! OH GOD STOPPPPPPPPPP!” Stephen wailed, bucking and pulling at his tight restraints with absolutely no success as the straps held, his helpless fingers gasping and squeezing nothing above his head, his naked toes and feet straining in air as Miranda tickled his cock and balls without end, finding his most sensitive nerves and honing in on them.
“I love when they’re screamers, don’t you?” the giggling nurse whispered into Yasmine’s ear, her breath close enough to tickle the hairs on Yasmine’s neck as well!
The young doctor gulped. “Me too!”
She stuck her hand out where the mother couldn’t see. “Susan.”
“Yasmine!”
The girls giggled as they secretly shook and the young nude helpless boy was brought to yet another powerful edge, magically assisted this time by Miranda’s immense but subtle Powers.
“God, I’m going to have to change my panties after this,” Susan laughed in Yasmine’s ear.
The Egyptian blushed. “Me too!”
“Don’t worry, I have extras you can borrow!”
“Susan- the sensitizing cream if you please!” Miranda snapped urgently.
“Whooops- sorry doctor!”
The blond rushed to apply pink paste over the head of Stephen’s penis with a wet ticklish brush, feeling to the boy like a soft tongue eagerly licking his cockhead, which the virgin had obviously never felt before in real life, electrifying his body.
“AHHHHHHH!”
Yasmine squeezed her legs together! “Doctor, I think I’ll need to excuse myself for just a-”
“This is the most critical part Dr. Saleh- stay RIGHT where you are!”
She froze! “Yes Doctor!”
Miranda redoubled her magic concentration, the boy moaning as his balls got fuller than any natural process could possibly make them, stretching the skin, making him feel like he had two solid heavy plums between his legs, his cock dripping and denied and right there but not allowed to shoot and that’s when the door opened and Carol the redheaded receptionist burst in.
“Doctor-”
“Absolutely NOT NOW Carol- we’re harmonzing the ulna refractor!”
“Doctor Gates, we’ve just been told there’s a category 2 wildfire moving towards the clinic!”
***
“Oh my GOD!” Anne cried, standing up and grabbing her purse. “We’ll have to evacuate!”
“Absolutely NOT!” Miranda said, sweat forming on her brow now. “We never stop in the middle of a Procedure!”
“This isn’t surgery!” the mother protested. “And it’s a god-damned wildfire! We can come back later and pick up the spell whenever-”
Miranda shot her a killer look. “It’s a PARABOLIC refractor spell! If we stop now, your son will be immune to Willy Wankers FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE! Possibly immune to ALL SEX MAGIC- is that what you want?!”
The young step-mother stepped back, unsure. “No... but...”
“Then SIT DOWN!”
She sat.
Miranda turned to Yasmine. “Doctor Saleh! Reinforce this third harmonic if you please! You’ll have to drop your sensitivity guard to do so, lean on Susan if you feel your knees going weak, but DO it!”
Yasmine jumped into action, concentrating even as she felt the runaway arousal building again between her legs! “Yes Doctor!”
At the door, Carol gulped. “And the wildfire...?”
“Evacuate any patients who haven’t started their Procedures yet,” Miranda ordered. “But we’re staying here! Have the orderlies start spraying the building with garden hoses! Starting with the roof! And get constant updates from the local fire chief- Ken is his name!”
“Yes Doctor!”
“And tell me if the fire gets closer than a half mile from here!”
“YES DOCTOR!” Carol shouted, leaving the door open as she ran to carry out orders.
Yasmine was shaking as she tried to concentrate. Was the heat on her skin coming from the arousal of the procedure- or the oncoming wildfire?!
Miranda grabbed her shaking hand and put it on Stephen’s cock. “Grab this if you need to concentrate! Let it center you- think about nothing else than taking away this boy’s ability to masturbate- forever!”
Yasmine swallowed! “Yes Doctor!”
Miranda turned to the mother. “The question I asked you before- we need an honest answer now!!
What do you do at home to tease and arouse the boy?!”
The hot trophy mom was wide-eyed. “I don’t see how that’s-”
“It’s relevant if I SAY it is!” Miranda snapped. “You have NO IDEA of the level of Magics we’re throwing around right now- RIGHT Dr. Saleh?”
“Very powerful Magics!” Yasmine agreed, closing her eyes and concentrating on squeezing the edged boy’s cock as her pussy dripped!
“Now what do you do at home Anne!”
“I, um... probably wear shorter shorts than is appropriate for a mother around her son!” she admitted, pulling down the hem of her dress which barely covered her tight round firm ass. “Like, all the time.”
“Besides that!”
“I... never let him orgasm on his birthday or between Christmas and New Years!” Anne admitted as Stephen gasped in betrayal. “I always block him off at those times but tell him some random girl in the neighborhood did it!”
“MOM!”
“BESIDES that!” Miranda said, straining to keep the spell from collapsing! “There’s something else blocking us right now! What do you DO- sunbathing nude in the backyard when his friends come over?”
“NO! NEVER!”
“What else?!”
“Nothing else! I’m a NORMAL step-mother!”
“You’re LYING! We need-”
Carol burst in the door again. “The fire’s a half mile away Doctor!”
Miranda snapped around towards Anne again.
“We’re running out of TIME! For the LAST TIME- what do you DO when Stephen is home to tease him- if you don’t want your son to be immune to Sex Magic FOREVER!”
“I... masturbate whispering his name sometimes at night!” Anne admitted, her face turning so bright red! “I know he can feel the vibrations and every time I whisper his name I feel his helpless blocked dick throbbing harder and it feels so GOOD! And I walk around topless in my room in just my panties with the door ajar when he’s home and I pretend not to notice when I see his shadow on the other side of the door but it turns me on SO MUCH to know he’s peeping I soak my panties- and have to run into my bathroom and touch my hot pussy whispering his name again while increasing his sperm production so he’s jacking off at the same time but CAN’T CUM AT ALL!!!!!!”
“THAT’S IT!” Miranda cried, feeling the last piece slide into place. “Susan, the finishing paste- NOW! Yasmine- give it your all- stroke that cock- edge him the closest and hardest yet!”
Dr. Saleh licked her fingers and grabbed the boy’s shaft bare handed as Susan brushed the tip with the bright pink finishing paste, Yasmine stroking faster, squeezing in just the right places-
“AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGHGHHH!” the boy screamed as Yasmine let go EXACTLY at the last millisecond, the perfect, hanging, supercharged edge.
The naked boy bounced and bucked in his restraints, arms, abs, legs and cock straining, untouched-
-and stayed dry.
And Miranda felt the pieces of the spell come together and harden, making a perfect symmetrical seal in her Powers sight.
This boy would never masturbate again.
She slumped back onto his bound leg, sighing in relief. “There. It’s done.”
Yasmine was already edging towards the door. “But doctor- the fire!”
“When I had this building constructed, it was made to resist at least a level FOUR wildfire,” Miranda said, wiping her brow on her forearm. “So we would have probably been okay. The cars in the parking lot, not so much.”
Anne wiped the sweat from her face. “Really?!”
Miranda went to the sink to take off her paste-covered gloves and wash her slender hands.
“And Ken is such a worry-wart; if the fire had really been threatening this clinic, he would have driven here personally in his fire chief’s car to drag me out of the building! Carol, I bet if you call him right now the fire’s turned to the west; they usually do this time of year.”
Back at the door, Carol gulped and nodded. “I’ll check, Doctor.”
Dr. Miranda Gates finished drying her hands and sat next to the flushed, red-faced, blushing mother and laughed, tired but happy. “Now... let’s talk about post-Procedural care.”
***
A naked Stephen still lay in the gyno chair, although Yasmine and Susan had unbuckled his wrists and chest and thighs; the exhausted boy slumped with his legs still in the stirrups, his painfully stiff five-inch cock straining straight up from his crotch. But now his own penis was keeping his wrists up near his head- he was so hard the magic wouldn’t let his hands get any closer!
“Now, the after-care following such an intense procedure is very important,” Miranda was telling a blushing Anne as Yasmine and Susan gave the sweat-coated Stephen a quick efficient head-to-toe sponge bath.
“Your son is in a very vulnerable position right now, he’s totally helpless against any young woman who chooses to use her Magic or sexuality against him,” Miranda continued. “No matter what a woman does to him, he’s completely unable to relieve his tension in any way.”
“No more decisions, no more stress,” Susan soothed as she sponged the sweating boy’s forehead with cool water. “You never have to worry about when you’re going to cum again- because you literally have no say in that anymore!”
The boy moaned and his painfully hard shaft twitched while Yasmine sponged it off!
“No more say,” Susan giggled into his ear. “Although some boys form a little suck-off club with their fellow Wanker friends- their hands sometimes can’t touch each other’s dicks anymore either, but their mouths still work fine! Would you like that?” she giggled, sponging his neck. “Having to suck off your cute guy friends for even a chance to cum again?”
Stephen moaned louder, his cock getting hard and drippy under Yasmine’s sponge!
“Maybe not right away,” Susan sighed, washing his chest, focusing on his hard pink nipples. “But maybe after three or four months of blue balls you’ll change your mind...”
And Yasmine had to giggle too, his cock was throbbing so hard under her hands!
And he could never touch it again!
“As I was saying,” Miranda continued, giving her underlings a look. “He’s very in a vulnerable state right now, so all the little panty flashes and leg teases and foot teases you’ve been giving Stephen while his father’s not home...”
Anne gulped hard! “Yes Doctor....?”
“You’ll have to double or even triple them.”
“What?!” laughed Anne and Yasmine at the same time.
Miranda put her hand on the woman’s leg. “Think about it- Stephen has no outlet for his lust right now. Even worse than being orgasm blocked, he can’t even give himself a reassuring squeeze at night, or scratch his cock when the girl next door is trying out her feather teases for two or three or four hours in a row! She won’t be able to sense his Willy Wanker so she even won’t know how much she’s torturing him! So it’s up to you to... help him out.”
Anne squeezed her naked thighs together tightly! “Help how Doctor?”
Miranda smiled.
“Give him little rubs and pats whenever you can- he loves feet, so put your naked feet in his lap while you’re both on the couch watching TV and rub him through his sweatpants- just keep rubbing, slow and steady during that hour-long drama- and if he gasps and makes a spurt all over the inside of your smooth feet once in a while- that’s great! Make him lick it all up and tell him how good a boy he is! If he doesn’t spurt and goes to bed horny, well, that’s fine too, at least he got touched!”
Anne gulped, her cheeks reddening!
“Remember he can’t sin anymore,” Miranda reminded. “So if you worry about him seeing your smooth legs in a short short robe, or just wearing your tiny panties making breakfast, or even fully nude in the backyard, enjoying the sun like a liberated woman should- DON’T! He can’t defile himself thinking about those images,” Miranda laughed. “Everything will stay bottled up right inside his head, all those horny dirty images- untouched. Forever. Just like it should be.” She winked. “Until he unleashes all that lust on some laughing young girlfriend someday, thinking about you.”
Anne gasped and squeezed her thighs together, her beautiful face getting quite red!
And Yasmine could see her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her thin sundress!
“Okay!” the beautiful blonde squeaked.
Miranda nodded. “In fact, we recommend a lot of nude sunbathing in the weeks following a young boy’s Willy Wanker- it really helps seal the harmonics and soothe his mind. Let him apply suntan oil anywhere you need, let his fingers explore anywhere on your body- he can’t use them for anything else now!”
“Okay Doctor!”
From her heavy breathing and her sharp squeak and the full flush in her face, Yasmine guessed the woman was as close to cumming as she was!
From thinking about teasing her orgasm-free step-son for months on end!
And based on her own breathing, Yasmine wasn’t far behind!
She remembered to clamp down her own sensitivity before the boy’s Lust Energy made her slip and cum right there-
A giggling Susan had helped Stephen up off the gyno chair and onto his shaky legs, and was preparing to have him step into his jeans- sans underwear- when Anne interrupted her.
“Hold on Nurse- I’ll do that!”
And this beautiful, long-haired, big-breasted woman in a short blue sundress stepped up and grabbed the naked boy’s short thin dick, bending it sharply down to tuck into the leg of his jeans!
“AAHHHHHHH!” the topless boy wailed, as his stiff magically-enhanced erection was bent down in a direction it really didn’t want to go! “ANNE! STOPP!”
“Unless you start controlling your thoughts, you’re going to have to ask me to do this for you every day,” she panted, towering over the topless barefoot boy in her sexy high heels.
And Yasmine could see her rubbing her thumb over the underside of Stephen’s cock just like Yasmine had, making the boy harder and more desperate even as she crushed his cock down, trying to get him soft enough to zip up, making his body fight itself!
She rubbed faster and pushed his cock down harder, making the boy almost cry!
“...And call me Mommy.”
“Yes Mommy!” the crying 18-year-old wailed as his step-mother finally stuffed his aching cock inside his pants and zipped him up, leading him out of the clinic that way, topless and barefoot, pulling him along by a loop of his jeans!
“She is going to have that boy naked before they even get home,” Susan giggled, watching them leave. “Those jeans aren’t staying on for long!”
“And she’ll be naked for him shortly after that,” Miranda predicted. “Hot trophy wife with a husband who leaves all the time, living at home with her young, virile, willy-wankered step-son? I’d be surprised if she’s not sitting on that boy’s face once a day by the time we do our one-month follow up!”
And Yasmine was gob-shocked!
A mature 35 year old woman-
Naked and oiled and sweating from tanning outside in the hot Texas sun-
Sitting on the face of her helpless 18 year-old son, using his tongue for her pleasure-
While his cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, untouched, unable to cum!
“Oh my GOD!”
Miranda smirked at her. “Quite an image, isn’t it?” She picked up some papers and handed them to Susan. “Have anyone still in the building go home, Nurse, just in case the wildfire turns. Dr. Saleh, stay with me for one more minute?”
As a laughing Susan skipped off to put things away, Yasmine followed Miranda back to her office.
“So,” Miranda laughed, packing up her own things in her office, “quite a first day, huh?”
Yasmine gulped, feeling the press of her absolutely soaked panties against her tingling pussy!
“Yes Doctor!”
“Sorry for springing that exam on you, but we believe in a more hands-on teaching method here.”
“It’s no problem! I- I have to learn sometime! Do you mind if I ask you a question, though?”
Miranda looked her newest resident up and down, especially her fidgeting fingers and nervous legs.
“I’d be more angry if you didn’t ask me something, after all that.”
“Yes ma’am! Why... why did you keep going with the Procedure after the wildfire was reported? Wasn’t that a little... dangerous?”
Dr. Gates sat on top of her smooth wooden desk and crossed her legs. Long, smooth, amazing legs that wouldn’t think out of place on a Greek statue, Yasmine thought. She pitied the poor man who would try to stand up to them!
“A little,” Miranda admitted. “You haven’t been through many wildfires, have you?”
“No, we don’t have those in Egypt!”
“I’ve been through five. Not fun. But I was serious about the local fire chief Ken- if things had really been bad, he would have driven here in his car personally and dragged me from the building before anything else. Ken and I have history- he helps me out here quite a lot.”
“Oh.”
“But do you want to know the real reason?”
Yasmine looked up, stunned by those amazing legs again, but nodded. “Yes!”
Miranda smiled. “Because the first rule of Sex Magic- the most important rule- is that you have to love doing it.”
“Everything else we can teach you, but some woman don’t love the process, don’t think it’s fair. Or they go the other way and try to be too cruel to the men- their harmonics are all wrong and their 501’s never hold. We’ve lost more than a few promising doctors that way!”
“That’s why I had to bring the mother into the procedure, to get the truth, or Stephen’s Wanker would have slipped too. He may look at girls at school, but his mother’s legs are the ones he lusts for. She’s the one driving his urges, with her amazing tits and tight ass and playful unavailability and her innocent barefoot teases around him all day- she had to admit what she was doing to him and that she loves it too, or the spell wouldn’t have been as strong as they both needed! Make sense?”
Yasmine gulped, replaying all that had happened. “That means... the questions you were asking her-”
“Weren’t just idle questions,” Miranda said, standing up from her desk, trading her high heels for comfortable driving flats. “She had to be involved, I could sense it. You realize she’s going to tease the ever-loving-FUCK out of that poor boy from here on out, right? That the next time we see him, he’s going to have the biggest, most painful, blue balls in history?”
Yasmine followed Miranda to the front door. “...just like it should be?”
“Now you’re learning!” Miranda laughed, turning off the lights. And before she locked the door, she turned to look the young woman in the eyes.
“So the question you have to ask yourself, Dr. Saleh- if you’re going perform successful Sex Magic Medicine when you get home- is, do you LOVE this? Do you wish you could perform more procedures taking away helpless boys’ rights to touch themselves, more than anything else in the world?”
“Yes Doctor, I do!”
And from the look the women shared, both of them knew exactly what Yasmine was going to do, the second she got back to her hotel room.
“Good! See you tomorrow then.” Miranda winked as she left. “And bring a lot of extra panties. You’re going to need them.”
***END OF CHAPTER ONE***
***FOUR MORE TO FOLLOW***
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