Chapter 5 The Shower

• After that day, my whole world changed. Without denying it much, Mrs. Mary and Mrs. Rebecca had peculiar tastes. Although Mrs. Rebecca was a bit intimidating, they treated me well.
• From that day on, they hired me to come three days a week. They didn't want the job to interfere with school. In the end, I accepted. They told me not to tell anyone, but they paid me two hundred dollars a week. I gave seventy to my mom and kept the rest. I also hid the money; my dream has always been to travel.
• It was a Friday afternoon when I arrived at the House of Flowers after school. I had given that name to Mrs. Mary and Mrs. Rebecca's house because it was always full of flowers and of course, smelled wonderful.
• We never spoke again about what had happened in their room. Although I was dying to ask her what had happened to my body because sometimes, I felt the same when I remembered that day or she stood next to me.
• "This afternoon we will work in the garden," Mrs. Mary said, smiling. "Let's see if we can make some roses grow here."
• I got excited like a little girl. We worked until the end of the afternoon. Everything was perfect. When I got up from the ground and shook myself, I realized I was all dirty. I hadn't put on an apron like her.
• "I'm a mess," I said, looking at her and she wrinkled her nose.
• "The truth is, you need a good shower."
• "It's true," I shook myself again. "I better go."
• "Darling, you can't leave like this dirty," she looked at me as if analyzing the situation. "Why don't you take a shower? We can wash your clothes and then put them in the dryer."
• "I don't think it's a bad idea."
• "Come, follow me, but you'll have to leave those clothes in the laundry room."
• So, I did. She had lent me a towel and we had put the clothes in the washing machine. She led me to her room. She was preparing the bathtub.
• "I'm preparing the bath for you."
• I just nodded.
• I had never been in a bathtub; at home we only have a shower and that's saying a lot. Mrs. Mary's gaze never left mine. She took off the towel that wrapped my body and cleared her throat.
• "You have a very beautiful body."
• "I'm a bit chubby."
• "Not at all, you have curves where they should be."
• Suddenly she looked down at my sex and realized it was devoid of hair.
• "You're a box of surprises," she pointed out. "You're shaved."
• "The truth is, something very personal is like a gift to me."
• "I see," she said.
• She helped me into the bathtub. The water was warm, and I sighed when it touched my skin. I closed my eyes and sank backwards into the water.
• When I opened my eyes, Mrs. Mary's gaze was bright, as if she had never seen those beautiful green eyes before.
• "Do you want me to go get your clothes now or do you need help with the shower?"
• "Yes," I said without thinking. "If you want, please stay. It's your bathroom."
• She smiled and approached me. With shampoo in her hands and a sponge.
• "Let's shower you then."
• She delicately took the gel and put it on the sponge, then gently began to wash each part of my body.
• I began to feel the same thing I had felt the time with the girl. I closed my eyes to enjoy a little more. When she passed the sponge over my breasts, I felt a surge of electricity in my stomach.
• "Am I hurting you?" she asked.
• "No."
• "You have a face as if something hurts."
• I opened my eyes and looked at her, my breasts suddenly felt heavy and hurt.
• She gave me a sideways smile.
• "Let's see," she said, leaving the sponge aside and now with her hand caressing my chest. A moan escaped my lips. "Do you like it like this?"
• "Yes, I like it."
• She went for the sponge again, but my arm shot out and stopped her.
• "Please, if you're going to bathe me, do it with your hand."
• "Are you sure you want me to touch you?"
• "Yes."
• Her hands roamed my body again and went down to my thighs. She brushed against my sex but didn't stop. Then she did it again and I groaned in frustration.
• "What's wrong?" she stopped caressing me.
• "It's that you stop."
• "Where?"
• I took her hand and placed it on top of my mound.
• "Are you sure?" she asked me.
• I started moving her hand on my sex myself, "Yes."
• "Why?" she asked me.
• "You make me hurt."
• "Oh, darling!" she exclaimed. "Does it hurt a lot?"
• I just nodded.
• "Let's make that better."
• Mrs. Mary inserted her thumb into my sex and began to caress me. I leaned my head back to enjoy that contact.
• "Does it feel good?"
• "Yes," I replied, opening my legs wider.
• She continued caressing me. The sensation was unique, like I had never felt before. With her other hand, she began to caress one of my breasts. I arched a little more to offer them.
• She stopped caressing me and continued washing me very carefully.
• I sighed so she would know I was annoyed.
• "Do you want me to continue?"
• "Yes."
• "I think I'll also take a bath."
• She took off her clothes and was completely naked. I couldn't deny that Mrs. Mary had a very beautiful body for her age. She got into the bathtub with me. She positioned herself behind me and I sat on her lap.
• She made me lean my back against her breasts, which were still firm and rounded. Then she pushed my hair to the side. I could feel her breath, and it made my skin tingle.
• Her tongue began to lick my earlobe. I was so immersed that my body relaxed completely.
• "Have you ever had sex?" she asked me in a sweet voice.
• "No," I sighed. "Never."
• "Has anyone touched you like I have?"
• I shook my head.
• "No one, I've never had a boyfriend."
• "Uhm ... that's very important. You're also very young."
• "Oh no!" I exclaimed. "I'm eighteen."
• "You're still a baby to me."
• I moved to get up, as I didn't like being called a baby at all.
• "Relax..." she said, grabbing me by the waist. "I like it that way, that way I'll be your "Mommy"."
• "Mommy..." I said. "I like the sound of that."
• I settled back down and this time I intertwined her hands with mine and relaxed.
• "Come on, baby, open your legs for your Mommy."
• She said it so sweetly that I agreed.
• She put her hand on my sex again and with much experience began to caress it. I felt my belly contract and I didn't know if my sex was soaked by the bathwater or by what Mommy was doing to me.
• It was such a strange feeling that I wanted to close my legs, but at the same time I didn't want her to stop caressing me.
• There was a moment when her fingers moved from my sex to my buttocks, and although I knew it was a bit dirty, I felt it as if it were perfect.
• She had told me that what was throbbing between my legs was the clitoris, not that the word was unknown to me, it was that I didn't know how intense that part of my body could be.
• Mrs. Mary "now my Mommy" had caressed that sensitive spot to the point of making it protrude from my vaginal lips.
• "Now you're ready," she said, kissing my neck.
• I felt like I was floating on cotton.
• "Open your legs wider," she ordered, and I obeyed.
• She was going to use both hands. With one, she opened my sex with her index and thumb.
• "Let's see what the baby has saved for me."
• Even the water caressing me was unbearable. I shook my head from side to side.
• "Please, Mommy."
• "We're getting there, baby."
• "Do something," I begged her. "I need you to caress me."
• She listened to my request and barely inserted a finger into my sex and with the other hand, she caressed my clitoris in a circular motion.
• "It feels so good," I told her, and she gave it to me faster.
• She said sweet things in my ear and told me that I was a gift she was going to treasure.
• With a little pinch on my sore and swollen clitoris, a nibble, and a sweet lick on my ear, my world exploded with the colors of the rainbow, and I knew what an orgasm was.
• That night I went home very happy. I was sexually satisfied, now I had a Mommy, and best of all, seven hundred dollars in my purse and a deal for a daily bath for a hundred and fifty dollars in addition to my salary.