Precious Memories: Part 6 (Reader Release) (Patreon)

“Curable?” I whisper.

“Mmm.” Biting her bottom lip she slowly wraps her hand around my hard cock to give it a tight squeeze, my dick flexes back with all its might to her touch. “It’s been a couple years but I think I remember how. Come on, handsome. Let’s get you wet.” Carol guides me into the hot water of the tub, supporting me as she lays my aching body back. My hands she places on the high lip of the deep tub. Patting my forearms she says. “Keep these here. I don’t want to get your dressings wet.”

“Ohhhh.” I sigh as my body, from the nipples down, was immersed in the hot rose scented water. Though she’d added something to make it smell like a flower garden there were no bubbles or pigments in the glass clear water, leaving my completely exposed to her gaze. And gaze she did, though she tried to be coy about it. Having such a beautiful woman look at me in such an obviously desirous way gave me the best feeling inside. Whatever chains from my past that had been trying to hold back my joy were well and truly shattered.

Carol pulls a stool to the side of the tub and sits facing me. Fighting back a smile she studies my face…as she begins to pull her tight tank top up her to reveal her soft midriff! As she sees my eyes bulge at the first glimpse of fair tummy she laughs. “Turn about is only fair, don’t you think?” She pulls it a bit higher, revealing more supple tummy flesh and her belly button. “Do you want me to stop?” Emphatically I shake my head no, which gets another laugh out of her. “I thought not.” With the boldness of a woman completely confident in her body, and deservedly so, she peels the top up her body, exposing her luscious flesh with agonizing slowness. Her breasts are pressed upward until…FLOP! All at once her heavy, mature tits spill out to bounce to a rest. They were full and round with wide pink nipples and though they were the first pair I could ever remember seeing I had little doubt that I’d never see a set any better. “No point in getting my shirt wet.” She quips as she tosses it back toward the door. When she sees my awestruck expression and how my manhood stuck up like a nail she smiles and runs a finger down my chest.. “It’s nice to be seen again.”

“It’s nice to…” I swallow. “…be the one seeing.”

With a carefree laugh she splashes a big of water against my chest. “I should feel guilty. I have you here, at my mercy, young man relying on me to nurse him back to health…”

“Don’t!” I say. “Don’t feel guilty. Please, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Eager boy.” She purrs, leaning closer and resting her breasts over my binded hand. Running her fingers through my hair she studies my face, an affectionate little smile on her full lips. “You are a beautiful man, Lionel. Do you think there’s a girl waiting for you out there?”

Gazing back, relishing the soft weight of her bosom on my arm, I shake my head. “I don’t think so. I don’t think anybody has touched me like this. Or looked at me like this.” I smile back. “I like how you make me feel, Carol. When I think back I am filled with darkness and shame. But here…with you…” I look at her breasts then back to her eyes and whisper. “…I feel safe. Wanted.” With a shudder I say. “I don’t want to go back there, Carol. Where ever that is.”

“Shhh.” Cupping my cheek she looks deep into me. “You don’t have to go anywhere. Not until you are ready. Not until you want to. You are a free man, Lionel. You have power and agency and a will of your own. Nobody can make you do anything you don’t want to. Understood?”

That warmth she brought out in me grows in my chest. “I do understand.”

“That’s my boy.” She leans forward and kisses my head, holding her lips to my forehead for a good few seconds before settling back into her seat again. “I shouldn’t…”

“Please do.”

She chuckles softly. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Whatever it was, yes.”

Carol rolls her eyes with a playful grin. Swirling her finger through the water she brushes my hard cock. “I think my mystery man might be thinking with this head instead of the one on his shoulders.” She takes a breath, coming to a conclusion by the time she lets it out. “And you’re not the only one. May I join you, Lionel?”

I nod, my dick twitching and aching to be touched again.

With a kiss to my arm she stands and turns away from me, the soft expanse of her back a sandy beach beneath her cascading brunette waves. A master sculptor could not have improved upon her hourglass proportions. What a woman! Unzipping her skirt she says. “There’s something you need to know about me, Lionel.” Peeking over her shoulder with a simmering desire she continues. “That word you asked about. Futanari.”

“It means you have more love to give.”

A lilting laugh escapes her, a more joyful sound I could not recall. “And it’s true.” Thrusting the thick curve of her hip left she pushes the waist of her skirt down an inch. “Though I mean it quite literally.” Her wide, feminine hips thrust right and the skirt drops lower, the very top of her butt crack peeking above. “Literally and physically.” Her swaying hips hypnotize me as they waggle back and forth, uncovering more of her big beautiful peach of an ass until the full, perfect cheeks stare back at me. Holding her skirt there, waistband just below her plump buttocks, she croons. “Don’t be afraid, Lionel.”

“I’m not afraid, Carol.” I say, my voice hushed with lust and infatuation. “Because I’m with you.”

She lets her skirt go, letting it waft down to billow then pool around her feet. It is as she widens her stance that the meaning of that strange Japanese term hits me like a bolt of lightning. Hanging between her well-toned thighs is…a penis! Thick and long, hanging halfway to her knees, the heavy semi-flaccid uncircumcised schlong sways pendulously. Not even hard Carol’s member absolutely dwarfs the erection twitching in the bath water. Along with that cock were a snug scrotum holding a massive pair of balls. I stare, stunned and confused. Even with amnesia I knew this was not what I should have expected to see.

“Lionel.” She says softly as she turns around to face me, holding her hands to her sides to let me witness her total nudity. Awe turns to something even more reverential as I behold Carol in all her womanly glory. The face of a beauty queen, a literal beauty queen, the toned yet buxom body of a movie star, a literal movie star, Carol looked down upon me with patience and kindness to match her playful lust. Not rushing the moment she lets me feast upon her. And what a feast she is. Full, mature breasts. Smooth, fair skin. And that penis between those milky inner thighs, it’s thick ruddy knob peeking halfway out the foreskin like someone with a turtleneck pulled up around their mouth. Every bit of her was stunning beyond words yet combined as a whole she somehow exceeded the individual parts. “Look in my eyes, sweetie.” I gaze up at her. “It’s still me. It’s still Carol. You’re still safe. Nothing has changed. This is who I am.” Looking down at her body one hand runs up her stomach to cup her breast as the other runs down to brush her fingers across the root of her shaft. “I was born this way. Don’t be afraid, Lionel.”

“You’re…” I whisper. “…you’re…so…beautiful!”

The inkling of worry evaporates in an instant as she beams with happiness. She nods to the water and asks again. “May I join you?”

Sitting up taller to slide my legs back and give her space, despite there already being plenty of room in the expansive tub, I say. “Come on in. The water is fine.”

Part 7