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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Little Bobby's Problem - 3 by Hansel (dougcolman@btconnect.com) *** An 18 year old boy who's not been allowed to grow up (except in one obvious way) is repeatedly 'treated' - first by his stepmom, then by a variety of 'medical' methods. (FFM, nc, mast) *** CHAPTER 3 - OFF TO THE CLINIC Ellen quickly grabbed up her silk dressing gown, and, after wrapping Bobby in it, she hustled the boy outside, and into her Firebird. Having draped him in the passenger seat, she hurriedly locked the house and climbed into the driving seat. Oh boy, was she ever in the driving seat! Her mind was a whirl, an incendiary mixture of so many things: there were the memories of her old employer Ruth Lessmilker, and the disgraceful, sordid procedures which eventually led to the doctor being expelled from legal practice – then there were her own like-minded desires, held in check for so long, but rekindled by her ‘little’ Bobby – Bobby whose enormous cock was so rudely tenting out the silken material of her dressing gown, right here next to her – and not least, there was the once more growing pressure within her motherly mammaries, which would need to be attended to soon. In his drug-induced trance, the boy wondered, but only briefly, about his surroundings, looked up at his stepmother, a lost look of wonderment on his upturned face. His vision was filled by her twin zeppelins, as she turned slightly to reach for her seat-belt, and those monsters were thrown into even greater relief as her cruelly tight belt sank between them. The boy tried vainly to lock his own belt into place. "Can’t... can’t seem to... Mom, will you?" "Of course I will, baby." She smiled down at him, unstrapped herself, and reached across the boy, ensuring full contact between Bobby’s face and her bloated breasts. She made a great show of struggling to pull it across, scraping her hard nipples repeatedly across Bobby’s face. Another idea came to her, as she was suddenly confronted by his naked, distended penis. Under her ministrations the lad’s member was now in full view, the slippery dressing gown having slid back. As she eventually drew the belt over Bobby’s lap she threw a couple of loops around the massive log of Bobby’s erection, before buckling the belt in place. Bobby grunted, just once, and then was quiet. A couple of small adjustments, and Bobby’s cock was in a tube of seatbelt, its thickly-veined trunk still protruding a good six inches and rearing straight up. Bobby was not only drugged and tightly strapped down, but his cock was at her mercy, throbbing hugely. The temptation to reach over and start jacking on it was almost too great. ‘Oh my god,’ she thought, shuddering with passion, ‘I wonder what will happen if I drive over a bump in the road?’ She decided to find out. It took several minutes to bring herself under control, her bosoms heaving mightily and making the seatbelt creak, until she felt calm enough to drive. The Clinic was only ten minutes away – Ellen had found it with delight the previous day, leafing through the yellow pages as she made her plans. Discovering that her friend was still ‘practicing’, and so close by, filled Bobby’s stepmother with delight and anticipation. Despite the geographic closeness however, the journey took a full thirty minutes. Thirty minutes which for Bobby seemed timeless, lost as he was in a strange world of swirling colours and endless bouncing up and down. The colours were simply Bobby’s surroundings heightened by the drugs in his system, but it was Ellen who made sure that the bouncing up and down was maintained, as she searched for every piece of repaired road, every pothole, and every speed bump. Ellen had discovered almost immediately what happened when she drove over a bump – and she decided she liked it very much. Bobby’s hastily rigged cock sheath was anchored on both sides to the car chassis. Bobby, on the other hand, was not. The effect of the loops of belt when the car bounced therefore, was quite spectacular. For the entire thirty minutes of the journey, Bobby was mechanically masturbated, albeit in an irregular and erratic fashion, and Ellen couldn’t keep her eyes of the process. That belt just kept on dragging his foreskin to and fro. Indeed, on several occasions Ellen almost crashed the car, so enthralled was she with watching the up and down motion of the seatbelt, as it slid back and forth along Bobby’s throbbing cock. She felt her nipples hardening, and indeed saw them jutting further out, like twin organ-stops. ‘My little boy has got a lot of emptying to do later,’ she thought. Bobby felt – odd. Like someone – or something – was making his penis feel nice, sliding the skin back, over and over, relentless in its action. His mind was trying to work it out, but nothing seemed to make sense. His mom was driving the car, so it couldn’t be her. He knew he wasn’t doing it... and he felt sure there was no-one else in the car. The drugs surged within him again, and he gave up trying to think. Ellen knew that the belt was far enough down the shaft of her stepson’s penis so that he wasn’t going to cum from the stimulation he was receiving, so she drove around till a few minutes to nine, continuing the robotic wanking of Bobby’s cock as long as possible, then turned into the clinic’s parking lot. Bobby was lolling in the passenger seat, his head on one side, moaning softly. His giant penis was, thanks to his stepmother’s inspiration, at its full 12 inch best, throbbing, purple and stone-hard. "You just wait here, Bobby, and I’ll get a chair for you," Ellen gasped, staring once more at the enormous erection. She ran into the clinic, such was her haste to get her little Bobby into the clutches of her ex- boss. She was back in less than two minutes with a wheelchair and a nurse, and after covering the massive trunk of his cock (purely in case anyone was passing!) they manhandled Bobby out of the car and into the chair, securely strapping him in. The nurse, who was totally unprepared for the spectacle of Bobby’s giant, fully-erect cock, gasped out loud as his step-mom reverently levered it back inside the silk dressing gown. "Yes, nurse, you can see the result of his wickedness, can’t you?" Ellen Highwater casually rubbed the foot- long sausage through the silk with her free hand, as together they wheeled Bobby down the central corridor. "This little boy has got a lot of stored-up badness – d’you think you wonderful ladies here at the clinic will be able to empty it all out?" "Oh yes, ma’am," the nurse answered promptly, (Ellen thought for a moment she was actually going to CURTSEY) "Doctor Lessmilker has told us all that we must use every means at our disposal to make sure little Bobby achieves his full potential." Ellen was nodding seriously on the outside, and laughing gleefully to herself. Yes, this little chap was certainly going to be put through the wringer. Bobby, on the other hand, was still blissfully unaware of what awaited him through the double doors ahead. *** Hope you liked part 3... lots more to come as long as the old imagination doesn't dry up. Keep your e-mails coming - they are very much appreciated, and have provided some excellent ideas that I will be incorporating in future chapters. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35