Elena adjusted the bathwater with steady hands, her rosary tucked safely in her pocket as she helped her son Marcus into the tub. The accident had left him needing her care, and as a devout woman she saw it as her duty to aid his recovery without shame. "This is purely medicinal, Marcus," she said firmly, her voice laced with wit. "Don't think I'm enjoying this any more than you are—though that giant cock of yours seems to have its own ideas."
Marcus chuckled despite the tension, his body responding as her strong fingers wrapped around his already hard length. "Mom, you're the one who insisted on these 'therapeutic' baths. If I'm horny, it's because you're too good at this." Elena smirked, her grip firm and unyielding as she stroked him, refusing to yield control. "Watch that mouth. I'm helping you rehabilitate, not auditioning for a blowjob. Though if it gets that tension out..."
Steam rose around them while Elena's movements grew deliberate, her free hand steadying his hip. Marcus panted, sweating under her touch as she pumped his cock with rhythmic confidence. "Your father thinks these sessions are just about healing," she quipped, eyes sharp. "Little does he know how much you enjoy my help." Her pussy grew wet and dripping beneath her robe, but she stayed focused, strong and unashamed.
Marcus groaned, his ass shifting in the water as her hand worked faster. "God, Mom, that feels incredible. You're not as innocent as you pretend." Elena laughed softly, leaning closer so her breasts hovered near his face. "Innocence is for the weak. This is practical—letting you cum keeps your mind clear for therapy." She quickened her pace, feeling him throb.
With a final witty remark—"Don't hold back on my account, dear"—Elena aimed his cock upward. Marcus came hard, thick ropes of cum splashing across her face and tits, coating her skin in hot pulses. She held steady, panting lightly from the effort, her expression one of satisfied duty rather than submission.
Wiping her cheek with a towel, Elena stood tall, her body glistening. The session had paid off, leaving Marcus relaxed and her resolve intact. Yet as she turned, a shadow lingered at the door—her husband watching in secret, his own arousal evident.
"We'll need another bath tomorrow," she murmured, already planning how far this sacred help might go.
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