Mrs. Johnson!

“Oh, hush. Your body is very dirty and needs a THOROUGH cleaning. If you interrupt me again, I’ll have to punish you later. We only have an hour or so before your first class, so stand still and let your Mommy take care of you.”

With that Mrs. Johnson continued cleaning me with a passion that bordered cultish. She obviously spotted my raging manhood standing proud. Hell, she couldn’t stop herself from looking at it while she was down there. Her face was inches from my erect cock, but I didn’t dare move. Both turned on, and curious on what she might do.

Finished with my lower half, she stood up and came closer, chest to chest. Between her legs, trapped in an almost heavenly place was now my rock-hard member. I didn’t dare move away from such a position for fear of losing this sensation. On her part, Mrs. Johnson didn’t do anything other than clean my chest with her soapy hands.

Even so, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down and seeing the deep valley. The pink and extremely hard nipples poked my chest and arms as she jiggled them with every movement. The sight of such a hypnotic display made my mouth dry up and my throbbing member throb and twitch. When they moved, they bounced and slammed into the other, causing the other one to buck around, teasing me.

I glanced up and noticed Mrs. Johnson was staring at me with a knowing grin as she cleaned me, the predatory gleam in her eyes made me throb, and I knew she could feel me throb when we locked eyes because her grin got wider.

Once my whole body was clean and washed off, she moved to my hair. Sadly, her body moved to my side, sandwiching my lowered arm and chest between her massive breasts, pining me in place. With one hand she began massaging shampoo into my hair. With the other hand, she began to slowly stroke my stone spear.

When her delicate hand gripped itself onto my manhood, I gasped and moaned a little before turning and staring into the eyes of Mrs. Johnson who looked completely pleased with herself. She and I never broke eye contact as she continued to not only clean my hair, but mercilessly pump my cock with her hand. With almost expert skill, she watched my reactions, noting what spots brought me the most pleasure, and which spots not too much.

“Naughty boy, it seems your head needs EXTRA cleaning.”

Her voice was like a purr as she focused on one of my most sensitive spots on my cock, my cockhead. Like finding a new toy, she played with it, polishing my cockhead with ruthless efficiency and slick determination for one outcome.

Her eyes told me that she wasn’t going to stop. She knew that I would cum. She knew that I would love it. And she knew I couldn’t take it. All of that set me off before I could think.

Like a geyser, my cock was pushed to the edge and over, shooting my second powerful load of the day onto the wall of the shower. Mrs. Johnson didn’t seem to care though, continuing to pump and polish my cockhead even after the sensations started to become painful.

She rode my orgasm until every spurt of my cum was out of me and onto her hand or the floor.

With a satisfied smile, Mrs. Johnson turned back to me and began to wash my tired and satisfied body off. Clean, Mrs. Johnson began to dry me off, taking special attention to dry every part of my oversensitive cock and balls, much to her enjoyment and my wincing. When she finally relented, I wanted to collapse and fall asleep. I had never cum that hard back to back in my life and my body reflected that, however, Mrs. Johnson was having none of it.

“Alright! Now with the washing done, time to get you dressed, fed, and out the door!”

Mrs. Johnson then took the towel away from my now dried body, leaving me naked as she walked out of the bathroom staring at my cock all the while. She stopped once she was at the threshold. Ripping her gaze away from my cock like a hungry animal, she stared me in the eyes and winked.

“Well now, BIG BOY, if you get dressed in 5 minutes and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast, I’ll treat you to something that will make you buckle at your knees. Your uniform is on the bed. I had one of my girls grab it for you and bring it up while I was washing you along with your phone and backpack.”

She chuckled before swaying her hips out the door and down the hallway.