Say nothing and let her keep scrubbing

Still convincing himself that Mrs. Murphy is merely trying to be motherly — albeit in a way that exhibits zero boundaries or respect for Alex’s modesty — he chooses to say nothing as the older woman continues giving his body a thorough scrubbing.

Despite telling himself that she is being motherly, he is keenly aware that his body does not view her the same way he would view his mother. Already quite aroused before she came into the room, her hands on his body have only served to further excite him and send blood flowing to his engorged penis.

There’s nothing about Mrs. Murphy’s appearance that would ordinarily trigger any of Alex’s hormone-fueled fantasies. She is a sweet lady, but her 40-something years and her slightly-plump body meant that if Alex were to have any fantasies about her, they would probably involve her in the kitchen, making pies and cookies.

Nevertheless, under the circumstances, he finds himself picturing her in a much more interesting way. He is able to see signs of Elaine in her face, and he begins to see her merely as an older version of the girl who was the subject of the fantasies to which he was so recently jerking off.

He closes his eyes, trying to **** those impure thoughts out of his brain as Mrs. Murphy hums a cheerful tune in his ear.

The washcloth continues its way from his knee, upward. Mrs. Murphy is quite thorough as a hygeinist, and Alex wonders how she can possibly find any dirt on his inner thigh that could possibly require so much attention.

His eyes spring open as he feels the washcloth between his legs.

“Oh my!” exclaims Mrs. Murphy. Her voice is one of innocence and surprise, but when Alex looks at her, for some reason he thinks her facial expression does not match the tone of her voice.

“Alex! Look at you!” She drops the washcloth and takes hold of his hard penis. “Is this why you were so nervous about me helping you?”

She looks Alex in the eyes with an expression of inquiry. Alex opens his mouth to say something, but as he does so, she squeezes her hand gently around his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure and excitement through him that robs him of his voice.

He blinks rapidly and tries again. “Mrs. Murphy, I —“

Again she squeezes, followed by a slow downward stroke of her slippery, soapy hand.

“Call me Mom,” she says, keeping her eyes on Alex’s. “Mothers always know best about these sorts of things, don’t we?”

“Mrs. — I mean, Mom —“ Alex licks his lips, desperately trying to find any rational explanation for her actions, other than that she is actively seducing him. “I don’t — I mean, I’m not sure if —“

There’s no mistaking her intent now, as she methodically strokes Alex’s cock. Her hand may be small, but it is adequate to allow her fingers to envelop his shaft. She slowly and firmly strokes up and down, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Alex’s.

After a couple of minutes of doing this in silence, she brings her hand to the top of his shaft and keeps it there. Extending her thumb and tracing it in circles over his sensitive tip, she says, “Are you enjoying your bath, Son?”