Isekai Milf Story - General Store Arc (3)
Cecilia ultimately couldn't overcome the dark desires churning inside her and decided to gloss over this utterly abnormal situation. She chose to act as if it were perfectly normal, even with my massive cock dangling right in front of her.
"For today... let's just wash up quickly for now."
Cecilia looked at me and told me to sit on the small chair in front of the mirror. I trotted over naked and perched lightly on it, hunching my body a bit as I waited for her. Cecilia scooped water from the wooden tub, steam rising invitingly from its surface.
"Raoul, close your eyes."
"Yes, Cecilia."
Splash! Splaaash!
Warm water from the bucket poured over my head, soaking my entire body. She repeated the process several times until I was thoroughly drenched. The grime from dust and scabs on my clothes had dirtied my skin, but now it felt a little cleaner. My wet hair clung to my face, water droplets trickling down.
I opened my eyes, feeling those drops, and caught sight of Cecilia in the mirror lathering soap onto a towel. She licked her lips slightly, as if a touch nervous, rubbing it vigorously until thick foam formed. A beautiful married woman giving me a bath... just the thought was heavenly.
"I'll soap you up, so stay still."
With that, she carefully pressed the towel to my back.
"...Ah!"
"Oh dear... Raoul, does it hurt?"
"Nngh... No, it's fine. Please continue..."
It stung a little, a reflexive sound escaping me. The hypnosis might have set the backstory, but the lingering bruises were real. Cecilia, mindful of my reaction, began rubbing the towel more delicately and gently over my body. She swept it softly across my entire back, covering it in foam.
"Nngh..."
I let out a soft, pleasurable sound, savoring her touch. From behind, she could see my face in the mirror, her eyes flicking to check every time I made a noise. Once my back was fully lathered, she had me extend my arms one by one, starting from the left. I obeyed promptly, helping her focus.
The soapy towel enveloped my bruised body with gentle care.
"Nngh... Mm... Nngh... Nn..."
"........."
"Eut. Nngh... Ahut. Ah..."
"...Gulp."
I heard her swallow clearly from behind. I was emitting short, pleasurable moans with my eyes closed—deliberately, of course, to tease and stoke Cecilia's lewd cravings. My sounds were plenty boyish and erotic, enough to pass for a naughty whimper from an innocent lad. To her, it must have looked like a peerlessly beautiful boy, clueless about sex, purring contentedly in her arms. And those gasps, like he was relishing every caress.
Put myself in her shoes? Fuck, how tempting would that be? Sure, swapping genders might make it dicey, but if it were me, I'd snap, my creepy urges exploding, and we'd dive straight into the main event.
I cracked my eyelids just enough to sneak a peek in the mirror. Cecilia was no different. Her ears and neck flushed deep red, her mouth half-open despite her efforts to hide her arousal. Every time I moaned, her ears perked up, her focus intense. With a dazed expression, she watched my pleasure-drenched face through the mirror. Her hand with the towel slowed, lingering, rubbing spots she'd already cleaned.
"...Oh. L-looking now, I see this spot's not clean yet... R-Raoul, how's it feel? Comfortable?"
"Ahngh... Yesss... Cecilia, it feels sooo good... Heut..."
"G-good... That's a relief..."
I melted my expression, slurring my words on purpose—borrowing a trick from Mary. That puppyish, cutesy tone had worked wonders before. Hopefully on Cecilia too.
"Nngh... My body's so dirty, huh... Guess I need to scrub again... Raoul, stay still...? Auntie'll make you all clean..."
"Yesss..."
Cecilia, swept up in the lewd atmosphere, gazed at my back with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips. It seemed unconscious. Then, like she was serving devotedly, she went excruciatingly slow... so delicately... re-washing cleaned spots. This repeated several times.
A few more minutes dragged on like this. The tantalizingly slow soaping was starting to wear thin. When would she get to the front? I peeked through my eyelids again, and in the mirror, Cecilia's gaze was locked on one spot—my crotch.
So that's what she was doing. While my eyes were shut, she'd been peeping at my cock via the mirror. But it was squished between my thighs, legs pressed together. No angle would let her see. Unless she crawled under the chair.
She hesitated a while, then bit her lip lightly, her face turning resolute, like she'd made up her mind.
"Raoul."
"Yes?"
"Now we need to wash the front too... Could you turn around?"
"Yes, Cecilia."
She tried to sound natural, but her voice trembled faintly. She hadn't touched the front at all so far—probably never intended to. The hypnosis wasn't that strong. Common sense must have screamed "too risky." Yet her curiosity about my crotch won out. Wild.
I turned without hesitation. My cock peeked out briefly but vanished as I squeezed my legs shut again, only the base vaguely visible upward.
"Ah..."
Cecilia let out a disappointed sigh. Perverted auntie. Her eyes were getting dangerous.
"Alright... The front's dirty too... Let's clean it thoroughly?"
She lathered my chest as she spoke. Funny thing: after fiddling with my back all day, she cleaned my upper body at a normal pace, like rushing to the main event.
"Nngh... Not much dirt up top... Belly's clean too..."
"Is it...?"
"Yeah... Guess no scabs here..."
"I see..."
As if. It was just as filthy.
"But... your legs must be dirty from all that walking... Need to wash them, right? Spread your legs... a bit?"
Cecilia kept a straight face, asking me to part my thighs like it was no big deal. Her acting was so hilariously forced I nearly burst out laughing. If I suddenly went deadpan—"Uh... but that's embarrassing, isn't it?"—she might die of shame on the spot.
Of course, that was just a thought; no way I'd kill the vibe.
I spread my legs without pause.
"...Eut!"
Cecilia froze, towel in hand. Her breasts jiggled slightly—like a deep breath. She couldn't tear her eyes from my flaccid, massive cock. Now, up close, she savored it slowly: from the foreskin-covered glans, down the shaft, to the bulging balls beside it. Quietly appreciating.
"...Alright, legs next."
She started on the outer thighs, eyes still glued to my dick. Her face strained for seriousness, but that lecherous gaze? Like savoring a meal visually. Starting outside first—she was the type to save the best for last.
She finished the outsides adequately, then murmured "Alright..." and slid the towel into my inner thighs. Swipe... swish... rustle... Back and forth, building foam. Testing the waters, she inched toward my crotch, pausing to focus there intensely.
"N-ngh. This area's really dirty... Gotta scrub here a lot..."
Muttering excuses like she was convincing herself, she fiddled around my crotch. Then, "accidentally," the back of her hand bumped my shaft. Tap, tap. She'd rub intently, then ever so slightly... muttering about dirt, bump again. Our skinship was building.
"If it hurts, bear with it a little... Just trying to get you clean..."
Her face burned red despite the casual tone. Eyes shut, playing innocent. She was just a horny married perv on her knees, reveling in deviance. Nothing more, nothing less.
Watching her "casually" stroke my cock with her knuckles reminded me of a real-world memory. Back in high school, something similar. Sneaking onto ships at night with friends to siphon oil—made bank, got VIP dental perks. Free scaling at the dentist.
The nurse there had an average face but huge tits. She handled my scaling, and boom—her breasts pressed against my head. I froze, confused, but yeah, the position made it inevitable. Break time, she pulled away; I averted my eyes shyly.
Next round? She loved it. Pressed even harder, grinding subtly where no one'd notice. Till the end. If not for the gum pain, I'd have popped a boner. Rinsing blood, I glanced at her; she met my eyes with a naughty smirk, then back to work.
Slutty bitch. Probably her little thrill, teasing reactions with those tits.
Snap back—Cecilia on her knees, progressing. Now she was carefully rubbing my cock. Half towel, half fingers.
...Wait! This ain't that nurse. These eyes are way more dangerous. How'd she get this far?
"...You listening?"
"Huh?"
"...Listening? It sticks here usually, so fingers for a thorough clean... Ahh. It's moving... Nngh. Like this... Foam between the balls..."
Her flushed face rationalized wildly as she groped. Her strokes might make me hard soon. Tempting, but better fun ahead. Not even two hours here yet. Time to wrap.
"Um... Cecilia, thank you."
"...Huh? For what?"
She stopped, looking at me.
"Even though I'm so dirty, you washed me so carefully... Working beside someone as beautiful and kind as you... I feel like the luckiest guy... Sniff."
I choked up emotionally, faking a sob. Caught off-guard, she pulled her hand from my crotch.
"N-no, luckiest? I-I'm the one... Ugh..."
Seeing my innocent gratitude hit her guilt. She sighed shortly, composing herself. Face screaming, What was I doing to this pure boy? Sanity restored.
She rinsed off all the foam, dried me with a towel, gave me a robe that fit perfectly—maybe her daughter's?—and said she'd fetch clothes before stepping out.
A bit big, but suits me. I waited for Cecilia to return with my outfit.