Thanks, but I’ll take care of it

Alex gulps at the thought of going back into the bathroom with the woman. There’s no telling what she’s going to do if she gets her hands on him again. What’s worse, Alex realizes, is that he has no real clue about how he would respond to her advances. Everything in his brain tells him that this is a dangerous and totally unacceptable scenario. Everything below his belt, however, is screaming, “What are you waiting for, you idiot? Can’t you see that she wants to jump your bones?”

“Um.... Thank you, Mrs. Murph— I mean, MOM...” He feels sweat forming on his forehead. “I’m already up —“ He unconsciously adjusts his bulge. “I mean... There’s no need for you to get up.... I’ll take care of it. I’ll just be off to bed. Goodnight.” His words come flooding out of his mouth so quickly that he doubts that any of it made much sense, but he doesn’t wait for any questions. Before the woman can make good on her offer to assist, he turns and dashes back into the bathroom and quickly runs a comb through his wet hair.

Leaving the bathroom, he makes a beeline directly for his bedroom, not wanting to linger and create an opportunity for another awkward encounter with the older woman. He goes into his room, closes the door behind him, and breathes a sigh of relief.

Only after calming his nerves does he realize that he neglected to grab a candle before going to his room. The sporadic cloud cover of the evening barely allows enough light into the room for him to find his way to his bed. He briefly considers going back out to retrieve a candle, just in case he has to get up in the night, but just as quickly dismisses the idea.

He cautiously makes his way across the room to the edge of the bed, where he quickly slips off the nightshirt. He stretches and scratches at himself, grateful to be free of the itchy flannel. He ordinarily sleeps in his underwear, but the darkness and his unfamiliarity with his new room persuades him that this is a good night to sleep commando. Besides, he reasons, given what happened in the bathtub, it’s quite likely that he would be needing to pull the boxers off a time or two during the night, anyway to allow for a little midnight jerking.

In fact, his thoughts are already starting to go in that direction, and he gives his cock a tug or two in preparation before pulling back the blankets and climbing into his bed.

That’s when he noticed that he was not alone in the bed. He feels the arm reach across his chest, the warm skin of a naked body pressed against his side, and the tickle of breath and the nuzzle of lips on his neck as one massive influx of sensory stimulation. He throws the blankets back and moves to jump out of bed, only to be held in place by the grip of his bedmate.

“No... Don’t go. I’ve been waiting here for what seems like HOURS.”

Alex’s brain is struggling to process everything that is going on. It takes him a moment or two to connect the dots before he exclaims, “ELAINE? What are you...?”

She covers his mouth with one hand to silence him. “Shhh.... There’s no need to let the whole house know what’s going on.” She keeps her hand over his mouth as she releases her grip across his chest and begins to sensuously rub her palm over his chest, moving slowly and erotically downward.

“But....” Alex protests, even as his cock springs to life. “What do you mean, ‘what’s going on’?”

Her hand snakes its way downward to his thigh, where she rubs it, allowing her forearm to rub against his prick. She kisses his neck before extending her tongue, tracing the lines of his jugular vein with a long, slow lick. He feels her hand move slowly up his inner thigh as her lick turns into a series of slow kisses along his cheek. Just as her fingers wrap around his cock, she reaches his ear and licks along the outer edge.

“I just KNEW you were going to be nice and big,” she breathes into his ear, slowly and firmly stroking his meat. “I just love it when Daddy brings home an apprentice who has it all together down there.” She leans over him, bringing her leg across his thighs, trapping her hand between his crotch and hers.

“Elaine!” he tries again to speak. The fantasies about her that he started to develop in the bathtub weren’t nearly as explicit as this unplanned encounter is turning out.

She shushes him again as she rolls on top of him. Her weight resting on her knees, Alex feels her bring his cock between her legs. To his utter amazement, he realizes she is pleasuring herself by rubbing his cock against her vagina. Thousands of thoughts and images flash through his mind as she leans down and plants her lips on his. Her tongue presses through his lips, and before he is even aware of it, his tongue rushes out to meet hers. Without consciously willing himself to do so, he finds that his hips are pressing upward, as if his cock has a will of its own and is trying to bore its way into the fleshy entrance between her legs.

Elaine holds his cock at the entrance, content for now to be pleasured by the hard tip of his shaft. She breaks off the kiss after a long, slow suck on his tongue and whispers, “Do you want it as much as I do?”