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Mostly fiction but grounded in some fact.
I (58m) have a (80f) MIL-IL, Mary. Yeah she’s older, but still attractive. Petite, under 5′, with a decent figure and just-right-sized tits. Curvy enough but not fat, and a cute face. Widowed years ago, and also recently lost a “companion” of several years. Doesn’t like being alone, lives nearby, can be needy. Has all the time been a hugger and kisser. Many times I’ve given the full body hug where I know she can feel my cock against her but no reaction.

Mary suffered a broken arm a few months ago and has needed extra TLC. My wife has been going over to help her in the shower. Wife went away for 5 days on a work conference and I promised to be available for help as needed.

Two days in I stop over to see how she is. She clearly has been crying, and says she feels lonely. On top of that she feels gross because she has been unable to shower without help from her daughter. “I wish you could help me” she says. My cock twitches a bit at the image of her in the shower.

“Well, I guess I could” I say.

She brightens up a bit. “You would do that for me? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Why not? A body is a body. What does it matter?”

She says thank you so much and says she will in the bathroom and wait.

I enter a few minutes later, and she is partly undressed. She seems embarrassed and again asks if I’m sure. “Absolutely” I say. I remind her (as she already knows) that her daughter and I enjoy gonna a nude beach, so nudity in general is not an problem for me. Half-joking I say “hey since I don’t care about being seen, if it makes you feel less exposed I can undress too, plus then my clothes won’t get wet, haha!”

“Yeah maybe that would help.” Wait what? Did she just agree to that?

I’m trying to stay calm as I process this. Also my cock just twitched again and I have to concentrate to keep it down.

“Uh, OK I’ll help you finish getting ready first.” I gently remove the sling (no cast) and support her arm as I unclasp and remove her bra. She stands so I can carefully pull her panties down. “I must look so old and gross to you.” “No not at all” I say. She sits on the shower chair, now fully nude. Her breasts are saggy as expected, but not too large so they still look great.

I swallow hard and take a breath, pulling off my shirt, then sliding down my shorts. The willpower needed to prevent a full erection is almost impossible. I concentrate and manage to keep about a 1/3 semi. Just enough to look nice without being blatantly aroused.

“See, no big deal. Skin is skin. Just like the beach.” She just smiles and says nothing, mostly looking away, but I can see her eyes pivot towards the corner, trying to get a surreptitious glance.

I proceed with the shower, washing her back, sides and arms. I carefully lift each breast to wash underneath. A few times my hands brush her nipples, and I swear she gives a little shudder and nearly inaudible moan. Meanwhile, more blood is flowing for me, and my self-control is slipping.

Top half done, I step around in front to wash her legs. My semi is now right in her vision, eye level. We both pretend not to notice. I squat to wash her feet and lower legs. I can see she is looking down, watching as my cock bounces around, but still pretending not to notice. Meanwhile I’m steadily hardening as I work my way up past her knees.

I ask her to stand, and her gorgeous hairy pussy comes to eye level. She spreads her legs a bit to allow my soapy hands and washcloth to glide up her inner thighs and through her pussy hair.

I ask her to turn around, and as she does I stand. She gets slightly off balance and takes a half-step backwards, her ass bumping my cock which is now pointing mostly straight ahead. I grunt and consider how fortunate it is that I have water dripping down me, hiding the enormous dose of precum now starting to ooze from my cock.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!”

“No no, I’m OK, don’t worry” I assure her. I slide the soapy washcloth between her cheeks. There is a bit of friction, the washcloth stops, my hand keeps going.
My fingers slide across her butthole, and just graze the bottom of her pussy lips before I can pull back. “Oops sorry, washcloth slipped.” She says nothing, and I assume she is angry. Then she shudders, draws a big breath, and while slowly exhaling nearly whispers “it’s OK.”

“Almost done” I say, “you can sit for the final rinse.” She turns, sits, and now sees my fully erect cock. I see a faint smile on her lips, which makes my already rock hard cock give a little pulse.

I proceed to rinse her, then have her stand for the towel dry. My cock so hard and straining I can barely move, yet I pretend nothing is happening as I towel her off. She turns for the toweling, and her hand brushes across my cock. I grunt. She turns the other way and again, her hand slides over my cock. I swear it’s a bit slower than necessary, as her fingertips run the whole length of my shaft. Now it’s my turn to shudder and control my breathing as I say “OK, all finished.” She looks down and says “you don’t look all that finished…”

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NSFW: yes

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