Empty Nest

Instinctively I stiffen up as the cloth is pressed into the crack of my ass!

“Hah!”

“Shhh.” She says softly as she keeps her fingers still between my gripping butt cheeks while her other hand lightly pets my wet hair. “Relax, baby. It’s going to be okay.”

Soothed by her words and touch I gradually begin to relax. I couldn’t believe she actually wanted to clean my ass. Yet here we were. Had this been anyone else, literally anybody else, I would have been up and out of this tub in two seconds flat. But with Heather…there was a trust that I couldn’t explain. With a long breath I push the nerves from my body and return to my calm, floaty state as best I can.

“There we go.” She says as she begins to scrub the cloth up and down across my anus. “You’re so tense.”

“Mm! Wonder why.”

She laughs. “Men are so funny around their bums. It’s just another body part.”

“Hm.”

As she cleans me her arm ‘accidentally’ brushes across the boner hidden among the bubbles. “Mmm.” She smiles, her eyes settling on that part of the suds. “I bet it is just aching to be touched.”

With rising hopes I whisper. “Um…it is.”

Her gaze returns to mine. “Why don’t you go ahead and touch it then.”

“What?”

“Play with yourself, Elliot.” She says softly as the cloth rubbing my sphincter presses harder. “It’ll help you relax.”

“Um…”

Leaning closer she gazes deep, her voice barely a whisper. “Masturbate for me, Elliot. I want to see you play with yourself.” As I was lost in her rich, brown gaze my hand finds its own way and the next thing I knew I had a grip on my rock hard manhood. “Go ahead, baby. Stroke your big, hard dick for me. Can you do that for me, baby?”

I nod, my hand starting to stroke at the same time.

“There’s my good boy.” She pats my head. “You just keep doing that, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And I don’t want you to stop until I have another mess to clean. You hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“I like it when you listen, Elliot.”

“I…like it too.”

The room falls quiet for a time as I stroke my dick and Heather continues to rub my anus in a slow, firm circle far longer than any amount of cleaning required. There was no penetration, just a slow and steady rub, rub, rub. While it felt weird at first, the longer it went the better it was getting.

“That feels, um, nice.”

“Mmmm. I bet it does.” She says. “It’s nice to feel nice, isn’t it Elliot?”

“Yeah.”

“Hnngh. This is so…different. I never did anything like this with Blair.”

“Being different isn’t so bad, is it?”

“No. It’s not bad at all.”

We continue like this for a minute or two before she reluctantly pulls the cloth from my ass. Wringing it out she drapes it over the side the tub. Right away I found that I missed having her rub my tender back door. It had just started to really feel good. Turning to face the tub she crosses her forearms along the side and lays her chin on top of them then commences to just watch me masturbate. With her not participating any longer beyond observing I was suddenly hyper aware of what was happening. I was completely naked and jerking off in front of this fully clothed woman. I had never felt more exposed and vulnerable! And yet…that warm, encouraging, adoring way that she looked at me made me feel so safe and special.

I peer up at her beaming face as things were feeling better and better with each stroke. “Um…are you just going to watch?”

“Yes.” She says. “If that’s okay with you.”

“It’s okay. I guess.” I’d never had anybody watch me fap before. It was simultaneously awkward and incredibly hot. “You saw everything last night I guess.”

“Mmmm.” She smiles. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Heather…”

“Yes, my handsome man?”

“Um, I didn’t mean to fall asleep when I did. I wish we could have done more.”

“We did plenty.” She chuckles. “Too much to be honest. Oh, Elliot. You falling asleep was my very favorite part.” Unable to hold back any longer her left hand finds my head again, her fingers gently combing through my hair. “Holding my special honey boy at the peak of his buzz as he drifted away in my arms…you just can’t understand how that felt for me. You looked so…peaceful. So content. So beautiful. I would not trade that memory for anything.”

“Oh, uh, you’re welcome?”

“Ha! You jest, but nobody’s ever done that for me before and it was wonderful.”

“Not even Mr. Hutton?”

“No. Not even Alexander.” She says, a hint of melancholy woven through her words. “Why must men be so prideful? To the world, of course. A man should be proud and strong! But with the woman he loves?” Her smile returns. “Enough of that talk now. I want your attention completely focused on that big, gorgeous cock of yours.” Scooping away some bubbles she unveils my stiffy and stroking hand. Her eyes widen in delight. “Oh! Look at it! It’s a sea monster!”

I laugh at her silliness.

“What are you laughing at?” She giggles and pinches my nose.

“You!” I say. “Calling me big when you’ve got…well, a real monster.”

“I do NOT have a monster, thank you.” She sniffs indignantly. “I think my penis is quite elegant actually. She’s just ample, like the rest of me. Big-boned you might say.”

“Or big-bonered.”

“Stop!” She chortles and gives my shoulder a super light swat. “You mind your manners with me, young man.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I say with a smirk. “I imagine it is elegant. I never actually saw it.”

“On purpose.” She says. “I cannot risk exposing you to too much honey.”

“Um, can I…can I see it now?”

With an understand look she caresses my cheek. “I’m sorry, handsome. I know you’re curious. But that would be a very bad idea.”

“Oh. Um, why?”

Her eyes narrow as she says. “Because it’s taking every ounce of strength I have right now not to bend you over this tub and…hah!” She stops herself and takes a deep breath. “Let’s not tempt fate, hm?”

Bend me over!? “Y-You actually want to fuck me?”

“Yes. I do. I very much do, baby.” Her left hand drops from sight toward her crotch. “You’ve got me so hard and wet right now that…I just don’t trust myself. It’s good that you told me that you don’t mess around with back door stuff. It’s making it a little easier for me.” Closing her eyes she sighs. “Lily’s right. You shouldn’t be here, Elliot. I’m old and lonely and susceptible to a pretty face and a yummy smell. I shouldn’t be fooling around with honey boys your age. If we ever bonded…I’d never forgive myself.”

She looked so sad! She…felt so sad! I couldn’t explain it but the emotion touched me deeper than merely seeing the frown on her face. I didn’t like seeing her like this and it filled me with a need to fix it.

“Heather…”

“Elliot!” Her eyes snap open. “I said no!”

“I, um, I was just going to ask if I could see your breasts again.” I motion down to my dick. “It’s easier to bust when I’ve got something to look at.”

“Oh. Oh! Ha ha ha!” Her laughter lifted my heart. “I guess you’re probably used to looking at naughty pictures when you have fun with yourself.”

“Something like that.” I quip. “Plus I just really want to see your boobs again.”

“Oh you!” She says, clearly flattered though trying to hide it. Placing her hands over her tits she asks. “You really wanna see these saggy old things?”

“They’re not saggy. They’re perfect. I’ve never seen or tasted such amazing breasts before.”

“You are a sweet-talker.”

“You’re so sexy, Heather. You’ve got such a hot body.”

“And a charmer.” She says, swiftly warming to my transparent flattery.

Widening my eyes and softening my tone I coo. “Please?”

For a moment, just the merest of moments, I sense her resist my plea. But just an instant later that resistance melts as she begins to unbutton her blouse. “Of course, baby. If you think it would help.”