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A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r
Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
foreskin closed on it, she took the thumb on her other hand and wiped it off the end. "So, do you want to take a shower or anything?" "No, it was just a walk in the park. I'm not really dirty or anything. It's not like I was running." "Are you just going to watch some TV then?" "Yeah, channel 241, please." "There you go. Okay, you have some water there, make sure you drink plenty." "I know." "Need anything else?" "Nope, I'm good." "Okay. I'm going to be in my room making a bracelet. You know Rose, who's next door to Grandma at the nursing home? She just had a new grandbaby and I'm going to make her a bracelet with its name. So just holler if you need anything." "Okay." "In a little bit I'll make lunch, then after we eat I can change your dressings and touch your penis for you." She delivered her itinerary completely straight, as if the last item was the same as the others, and then took her perfect posture and strolled out of the room. God, it was just another item on her list of what she wanted to get done. Make lunch, check. Take out trash, check. Give my b*****r a hand job and wipe up all his cum, check. As though it wasn't something embarrassing, shameful, and potentially life-changing for both of us. Always so proper, always such a goody-goody, always doing the right thing and feeling terrible if she ever hurt someone's feelings, even on accident. But even if she did think she was ... doing the right, compassionate thing, how could even she not feel a twinge of fear about the inappropriateness of something like this? I, on the other hand, was riddled with guilt. Lunch came and went, Mandy hand-feeding me bite by bite. After Mandy cleaned up, the moment I'd been dreading and anticipating happened. "Shall we take your pants off now?" "You know, you don't have to do it every day." Only the day before she had jerked my off while giving me a shower. "It seemed like you were ready again," she said. The loose athletic shorts I wore to make it possible to use the bathroom on my own made every erection obvious, at least to someone now attuned for them. "And I remember you told me once that you normally did it every day." It seemed like so long ago when I had been trying to freak Mandy out of her Ms. Goody shell a little by being overly frank about such things. "But don't you think it's kind of...gross?" "It's not that bad. When I babysit Aiden, I've had to change his diaper, and that's a little gross. But your stuff isn't as bad, it just wipes up." "Oh, thanks. So it's like changing my diaper." "Oh, no. Of course, it's very different than that." "No, but don't you think it's too... weird for you to be doing that to me?" Her mood got serious. "Are you saying it makes you uncomfortable?" "Well, yeah." "And you want me to stop?" I nodded weakly. Mandy became clearly upset, ...