Maxine's eyes glinted with mischief as she crawled across the bed, her naked form a vision of sensuality and power. Ethan lay before her, his legs bound to the bedposts, his breath hitching with every movement she made. His cock stood at attention, a bead of pre-cum glistening at its tip, a silent testament to his arousal.

"Look at you," Maxine purred, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the room. "So sensitive, leaking already, and I've barely touched you." She eyed his cock with a predatory gaze, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Your poor cock, it's practically weeping for attention."

Ethan's face flushed a deep shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and desire. He tugged at his restraints, the bindings holding firm as his hips bucked involuntarily, seeking contact.

Maxine trailed a manicured finger along the inside of his thigh, her touch light and teasing. She cupped his balls in her hand, massaging them gently as his cock throbbed in response, the veins standing out in stark relief.

"Does that feel good, Ethan?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. "To have a woman's touch, finally?"

Ethan could only manage a strangled whimper, his body a live wire of need. His cock twitched, the head swollen and engorged, desperate for the friction that Maxine was so cruelly withholding.

"I bet you've dreamed of this," Maxine continued, her finger tracing the length of his shaft, barely making contact. "A woman like me, touching you, teasing you."

"Yes," Ethan gasped, his voice barely audible. "Please, Maxine."

"Please, what?" she asked, her finger now circling the head of his cock, the barest of touches that drove him wild. "Tell me what you want, Ethan."

"Touch me," he begged, his pride forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Please, just touch me."

Maxine chuckled, a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. "Oh, I am touching you, Ethan," she said, her finger now toying with the slit at the tip of his cock. "But I suppose I could be a little more... thorough."

With that, she increased the pressure, her finger now sliding over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that had leaked from his cock. Ethan's body arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he gave himself over to the exquisite torture of Maxine's touch.

"There," she cooed, her eyes locked on his as she continued to tease him. "Isn't this what you've been craving? A woman's touch, making you feel things you've only ever imagined?"

Ethan could only nod, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Maxine's fingers danced over his cock, her touch a mixture of soft caresses and firm strokes that had him teetering on the edge of release.

"Maxine, I can't... I'm going to..."

Maxine's laughter filled the room, a sound that was both musical and cruel. She looked down at Ethan, his cock straining and leaking, his body trembling with need. The sight of his desperation was intoxicating, and she reveled in the power she held over him.

"Oh, Ethan," she said, her voice rich with amusement. "You really are a sensitive one, aren't you? I've barely touched you, and already you're on the brink."

Ethan's face was a mask of mortification and desire, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. He was at the mercy of Maxine's skilled hands, and they both knew it.

"But I suppose it's only fair to give you what you want," Maxine continued, her gaze never leaving his cock. "I'll make you a deal, Ethan. If you can last through ten strokes of my hand, I'll consider letting you cum."

Ethan's eyes widened at the challenge, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing across his face. He nodded, his voice failing him as he agreed to her terms.

Maxine positioned herself between his legs, her hand poised above his aching cock. She began with the lightest of touches, her fingers barely grazing the sensitive skin. Ethan's body jerked in response, a whimper escaping his lips as he fought to maintain control.

"One," Maxine counted, her voice steady as she increased the pressure ever so slightly. Her hand moved with deliberate slowness, each stroke a tease, a promise of release that was always just out of reach.

"Two," she said, her fingers wrapping more firmly around his shaft, the pad of her thumb pressing into the underside of his cock. Ethan's hips bucked, his body seeking more, even as his mind reeled from the intensity of the sensation.

"Three," Maxine continued, her hand now moving in a smooth, rhythmic motion. She twisted her wrist slightly with each pass, her nails grazing the head of his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"Four," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Her hand moved faster now, her grip firm as she worked his cock with practiced ease. Ethan's breath came in short, desperate gasps, his body coiling tighter with each stroke.

"Five," Maxine counted, her hand now slick with his pre-cum. She used the moisture to ease her movements, her hand gliding over his cock with a maddening precision that had him teetering on the edge of release.

"Six," she said, her voice a seductive purr. Her hand slowed slightly, drawing out the pleasure, making him ache for the release that was so tantalizingly close.

"Seven," she murmured, her gaze locked on his as she increased the pressure once more. Her hand was a blur now, her fingers flying over his cock as his body strained against the inevitable.

"Eight," she counted, her voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. His cock was a steel rod in her hand, his balls drawn up tight against his body.

"Nine," she said, her hand now a vise around his cock. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he fought to hold back, to obey her command.

"Ten," Maxine declared, her hand stilling just as Ethan reached the precipice. His body was rigid, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin as he hovered on the edge of release.

Maxine released his cock, her hand moving away just as he was about to tumble over the edge. She chuckled at the look of shock and disappointment on his face, praising him for his effort even as she teased him for his lack of control.

"Good boy," she cooed, her fingers lightly tracing the length of his twitching cock. "You did so well, but I think we both know you're not ready to cum just yet."

Ethan lay there, his body aching with need, his mind a whirl of desire and frustration.

Maxine's eyes gleamed with a heady mix of lust and control as she wrapped her fingers around Ethan's cock, her grip firm yet yielding. She began to stroke him with a practiced rhythm, her hand gliding over the sensitive skin with an ease that spoke of her experience. Ethan's body responded instantly, his cock hardening to an almost painful degree as she brought him to the brink of release with swift, sure movements.

Just as the telltale signs of impending orgasm began to ripple through Ethan's body, Maxine stopped abruptly. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she watched his cock throb and pulse, the head swollen and engorged, his balls tightening in anticipation of a release that was cruelly denied.

Ethan's whimper filled the room, a sound that was equal parts frustration and desire. His body arched off the bed, his hips bucking in a silent plea for more, but Maxine was in control, and she reveled in the power she wielded.

Her hands left the heated flesh of his cock, instead caressing his thighs with feather-light touches that sent shivers up his spine. She watched with rapt attention as his cock twitched and jumped, the veins standing out in stark relief against the flushed skin.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Maxine leaned forward, her fingers now reduced to mere tips as she focused her attention on the sensitive tip of Ethan's cock. She traced the outline of the head, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

Ethan's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body coiling tighter with each passing second. Maxine's fingers danced over the slit at the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from him in a steady stream. The sensation was maddening, a tease that was both exquisite and unbearable.

"Look at you," Maxine murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the room. "So responsive, so desperate for release." She paused, her gaze locked on his cock as she added, "Do you have any idea how hot this is? To have you at my mercy, to control your pleasure?"

Ethan could only moan in response, his body a live wire of need. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, each pulse a silent plea for the release that Maxine continued to deny him.

"I can't believe I've never done this before," Maxine continued, her voice filled with genuine wonder. "To edge someone, to hold them on the precipice of ecstasy... it's intoxicating."

She resumed her ministrations, her fingertips now moving with a purpose, each stroke designed to bring him to the edge without allowing him to fall over. Ethan's body was a taut bowstring, his muscles quivering with the effort it took to hold back the tide of his orgasm.

Maxine watched with fascination as his cock twitched and jerked under her touch, the head a deep, dusky red that spoke of his arousal. She could feel the power dynamic between them shifting, the balance of control tipping in her favor as she edged him once more.

The room was filled with the sounds of Ethan's ragged breathing and the wet, slick sounds of Maxine's fingers as they worked their magic. His body was on fire, every nerve ending attuned to her touch, each stroke of her fingers bringing him closer to the edge, only to pull him back at the last possible second.

Maxine leaned back, her eyes dark with lust as she took in the sight of Ethan, bound and desperate before her. The power she held over him was intoxicating, a heady rush that coursed through her veins like wildfire. She could see the need in his eyes, the silent plea for release that he was too proud to voice.

With a sultry smile, Maxine began to touch herself, her fingers trailing over the soft swell of her belly before dipping lower, to the heated core of her desire. She let out a soft moan as her fingers made contact with her slick folds, the sound filling the room and adding another layer to the symphony of Ethan's ragged breathing.

"Look at me, Ethan," she commanded, her voice a low purr that resonated with authority. "Watch me touch myself. See how wet you've made me, how much I'm enjoying this."

Ethan's eyes flicked to where Maxine's hand was moving between her legs, his own body tensing as he watched her fingers dance over her clit. The sight was both mesmerizing and torturous, a visual representation of the pleasure he so desperately craved.

Maxine's breath hitched as she increased the pressure on her clit, her fingers moving in tight, rapid circles. She could feel the familiar tightening in her belly, the telltale sign that her own release was imminent. But she was not ready to give in just yet.

"Do you see how turned on I am, Ethan?" she asked, her voice quivering with need. "Your desperation, your need... it's making me so wet, so hot."

Ethan could only nod, his eyes wide as he watched Maxine pleasure herself. His cock throbbed in time with her movements, the head swollen and engorged, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Maxine's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she chased her release. She could feel the tension building within her, a coil of pleasure that was winding tighter with each passing second.

"I'm going to cum, Ethan," she moaned, her gaze locked on his as she edged closer to the brink. "And when I do, I want you to cum with me."

With that, she reached for Ethan's cock, her fingers wrapping around the throbbing shaft. She began to stroke him hard and fast, her hand moving in time with her own ministrations.

Ethan's body arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Maxine brought him to the edge once more. His cock throbbed in her hand, the head slick with pre-cum as she worked him with swift, sure strokes.

Maxine could feel her own orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that was growing larger with each passing second. Her fingers moved with a purpose, each stroke designed to bring her closer to the edge.

"I'm... I'm going to..." Ethan gasped, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back.

"Cum for me, Ethan," Maxine moaned, her own release just within reach. "Cum with me."

And then, with a final, desperate stroke, Maxine tumbled over the edge, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as she rode the wave of her pleasure.

At the same moment, she released Ethan's cock, her hand moving away just as he was about to tumble over the edge. She watched with a sense of satisfaction as his cock twitched and pulsed, the head swollen and engorged, his balls tightening in anticipation of a release that was cruelly denied.

Ethan's body collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His cock was still hard, still aching for release, but Maxine was in control, and she had decided that he had not yet earned the right to cum.

Maxine lay beside him, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She turned to look at Ethan, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and lust.

Ethan lay on the bed, his body still trembling from the intensity of Maxine's touch. His cock stood at attention, a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip, a testament to the exquisite torment he had just endured. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

Maxine stood by the bed, a triumphant smile playing on her lips as she watched Ethan struggle against his restraints. She was fully dressed now, her curves hidden beneath the layers of her clothing, but the scent of her arousal still hung heavy in the air.

"Please, Maxine," Ethan whimpered, his voice hoarse with need. "You said I could cum."

Maxine chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and regret. "Oh, Ethan," she said, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "I know I did, but your mother made me promise not to let you cum."

Ethan's heart sank at her words, his body tensing as the reality of his situation set in. He had been so close, so achingly close to the release he so desperately craved, only to have it snatched away from him at the last moment.

"But... but I can't go back into the cage," he pleaded, his eyes wide with desperation. "Not after being edged like this. Please, Maxine. You can't let her do that to me."

Maxine shrugged, her expression one of feigned innocence. "I'm sorry, Ethan," she said, her voice betraying no hint of remorse. "You are Vanessa's son, not mine. And as much as I enjoyed our little game, it's her rules, not mine."

Ethan's body shook with silent sobs, his eyes brimming with tears as he realized that there would be no reprieve for him. Maxine turned on her heel and walked towards the door, a smile of satisfaction curling her lips as she left the room.

Downstairs, Vanessa was waiting for her, a knowing look in her eyes. "So," she said, her voice filled with curiosity. "How did you find your first taste of edging?"

Maxine's eyes sparkled with excitement as she recounted her experience with Ethan. "It was amazing," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "The power, the control... it was intoxicating."

Vanessa nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I better go and lock Ethan back up."

Maxine watched as Vanessa ascended the stairs, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. She let her hand drift between her legs, her fingers tracing the outline of her still-throbbing clit. She was wet, so deliciously wet, her body humming with the afterglow of her orgasm.

Upstairs, she could hear Ethan's voice, his tone frantic and pleading. "Mom, please," he begged, his voice growing louder with each passing second. "Don't lock me up. Being edged is too intense. Please, Mom. I'm begging you."

Maxine's heart clenched at the sound of Ethan's distress, her fingers stilling as she listened to his desperate pleas. And then, the pleas turned to screams, a cacophony of pain and terror that echoed through the house.

Maxine's eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening. Vanessa had slapped Ethan's balls, hard enough to make him scream in pain. The sound of the slap reverberated through the house, followed by Ethan's sobs of pain and despair.

Maxine felt a pang of guilt as she imagined the pain Ethan must be in. His balls were no doubt exquisitely sensitive after being edged for so long, and the force of Vanessa's slap must have been agonizing. She could only hope that Vanessa knew what she was doing, that she wasn't causing her son unnecessary pain.

As the sounds of Ethan's crying faded into the background, Maxine withdrew her hand from between her legs, her arousal replaced by a sense of unease. She had enjoyed the power she held over Ethan, the control she had exerted over his body. But now, as she listened to the aftermath of their encounter, she couldn't help but wonder if she had taken things too far.

Vanessa descended the stairs, her expression one of satisfaction. "Ethan's all locked up," she said, her voice filled with a sense of accomplishment. "Now, where were we?"

Maxine smiled, pushing aside her doubts as she turned her attention back to Vanessa.

Maxine's expression shifted to one of concern as the echoes of Ethan's cries faded. "He sounded like he was in a lot of pain," she remarked, her voice tinged with worry.

Vanessa sighed, her features softening with a mixture of guilt and resolve. "I've never seen him like that," she admitted. "I guess being edged then locked back up must be very difficult for him." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "I'll treat him to a takeaway pizza this weekend. That should cheer him up."

Maxine nodded, appreciating Vanessa's efforts to comfort her son. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken thoughts, each woman lost in her own reflections on the evening's events.

After a moment, Maxine broke the silence. "Maybe I'll have to let you get your lips around Sam's cock in return," she proposed, her tone playful yet serious. "So long as you let me edge Ethan another time."

Vanessa's eyes flickered with interest at the suggestion. "So long as you remember Ethan can't cum, then it's a deal," she agreed, a hint of eagerness creeping into her voice. She then added with a mischievous grin, "But you better edge Sam before you let me get my mouth on that monster cock of his. Because when I do, I'll be draining every drop of cum from him and milksam is on the sofa wa him dry."

The two women shared a look of mutual understanding, each aware of the power they held over the young men in their lives. The deal was struck, and they both knew that the games they played were only just beginning.