Uncontrollable Penis

Chapter 1

As the Mafia heir of the Buenaventura family syndicate,  Dante could have and fuck whatever woman he wanted. He knew it, the women in the city knew it too, and yet, none of them attracted him.

His cock only reacted to one woman and one woman only, his fathers new wife.

Dante was fucked!!! Royally and utterly fucked!! He did not know how he would be able to overcome the intense lust that came over him whenever he was in the same room with his stepmother.

He had managed to avoid being in the same vicinity as her by volunteering to go for different assignments that took him out of the country, but now, he was stuck!!!

His Mafia father was too busy handling the mafia to come with them and now he was so fucking stuck with his fathers new wife in a blizzard in a hotel room with just one bed!

How the fuck was he supposed to endure the hard on he was already spotting for the whole fucking night?!

He knew he shouldn't have offered to drive her himself to meet his father for a private weekend holiday. Now there was a fucking blizzard!! Damn his luck!

“I’m sorry, these are the only pajamas I brought,” Hesara apologized as she stood on her side of the bed.

“Your father and I haven’t... well, it’s been a while since... Your father travels a lot, or is just so busy with the mafia,” she finished lamely, her face flushing. “I was hoping that this weekend we would have a chance to... ‘reconnect.’”

Dante barely heard a word of her halting explanation.

She was wearing a lacy black negligee, and he was struggling not to bite down on his fist to keep himself from groaning.

He could see right through the pinprick holes in the lace to her thin, hot pink thong and her bare, perky breasts. Was she trying to kill him?

Or maybe she was trying to seduce him?

She looked genuinely uncomfortable, though, as she pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed beside him.

She hadn’t planned this. It wasn’t her fault he was about to cream his pants.

He was wearing pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt, and he considered offering the latter to her, but a deep, primal part of him didn’t want to be responsible for covering up those beautiful breasts, even if he could no longer see them at the moment.

“Wow, this bed is cold!” She yelped. Giggling, she scooted over toward him, joking around.

The joke wasn’t so funny, though, when she touched the enormous third arm jutting out from his pants.

“Oh!” she gasped. He swore he could hear the blush rise on her cheeks.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll just go – ”

To his surprise, she laughed. “Oh no, no, don’t worry about it!” she said. “It’s not the first time a guy has tried to poke my eye out!”

For a second he just stared at her, mortified. Then he started to laugh too.

“To be honest with you, it was actually kind of nice,” she told him wistfully, once they had quieted. “You’ve got something very impressive there, kid.”

Surely she was kidding. He could see the look on her face, though, as she glanced back at the tent he was creating with the blanket.

To his complete and utter shock, it was full of longing.

Or was he imagining it?

“I’ll just stay over here,” she said, shattering the moment and scooting back to her side, laughter still on her lips as she reached up to turn off the light on her night stand.

“And you and your impressive little friend can stay over there.”

“Deal.” Dante was blushing too, but he was glad that he hadn’t freaked her out. Maybe now he could get some sleep.

Forty-five minutes later, Dante was still awake.

He had been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, but no position brought him and his still-raging boner any sense of relief.

“Is something wrong?” Hesara whispered through the darkness, when he sighed out loud.

“I just... it’s just...it’s still there.”

“Your friend?” she said, her voice sounded like she was almost excited.

“Yeah.”

“Really? Wow. He’s a stubborn one! Try taking some deep breaths and focusing on something else.”

“Like baseball?” he said sarcastically. He took a deep breath like she instructed, then let it out, slowly and fully. He did it again, then again, then about twenty-six more times, but still nothing.

“Not good enough?”

“No, sorry....”

“Hmm, well we have to think of something. You and I both have a big day tomorrow. We don’t want to fall asleep in front of the vacation manager!”

“Or in front of Dad,” Dante agreed, thinking about how disappointed his father would be if he wasn’t bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for their first family outing in ten years.

“Let’s try talking for a while. What did you do in Rome?”

“Mostly studied.”

“Well that sounds boring! Think about that!”

The giggle that followed made his cock throb painfully, and he sighed. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“What about your childhood? What was it like growing up with a single father in a simple town? It must have been nice. I grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. Fancy, huh?”

Now he was picturing her with pigtails and her thick boobs in her pinup dress. Dammit, why did everything she said have to be sexy?!

For another hour she tried to take his mind off of his raging hormones, but every story she told just made his body crave her more.

She even had him get up and walk around the room, but of course she had gotten up too, giving him a glimpse of that thin G-string beneath her nightie and sending him right back into the throes of lust again.

Finally, after about twenty minutes of strained silence following another failed attempt to distract him and reduce his painful swelling, he felt her slide across the slick cotton sheets until her back was pressed against his side.

“Turn over,” she said. “Onto your side, like you’re the big spoon.”

“The big spoon?” He repeated her words stupidly as he did what she said. His heart was pounding in his ears and his penis as he copied her position.

“This happens to your father sometimes too,” she said quietly, scooting over some more. He bit back a gasp as he felt those perfect, firm, round buttocks press against his shaft.

“He gets a hard erection and he can’t sleep, and you know he usually has to get up early for work. So, when he has that problem, I let him rub his little friend against my butt until he gets some relief.”

“Oh...” Dante was not sure at all how he felt about that. In his mind he was disgusted to think about his dad having a boner, but his mind wasn’t the part of him doing the bulk of the thinking right now.

His dick was thinking at 3000 miles per fucking hour!!

He knew what his dick wanted, but how the fuck would he get it?!