Precious Memories: Part 8 (Reader Release) (Patreon)

We stay there for a long time, Carol snuggling into me as I sit back in a state of stunned bliss after having everything I was and thought I knew rocked to my foundation. Memories or no I knew in my bones that I had never felt anything that good. Not even close. And this cooing and cuddling afterward as my cock softened inside of her to eventually squirt out was just as good as the sex itself. Carol had changed me. I would never be the same.

With a long, contented sigh Carol sits up again. A blush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips she lets out a happy giggle as she finds a sponge and begins to clean the mess from my face. “My little lion.” She whispers. “Ohhh, Lionel. That was incredible.”

“Carol…” My mouth is open to try to express how I felt but no sound comes as I simply didn’t have the words.

Thankfully words weren’t necessary. With a care that could not be faked she places my hands back on the edge of the tub so they wouldn’t get wet. Dipping the sponge in the warm, scented water she gently washes my face and neck and shoulders all the while gazing at me with doting affection. On my stomach beneath the water her heavy cock slowly softens. My body relaxed, completely loose and languid, I lay back and soak in the warmth and attention.

Lightly scrubbing my chest Carol says softly. “I’ve never had a man look at me like you do. So pure. So real.” She dips the sponge then brings it up squeeze it over my shoulder, the warm bath water cascading down my chest. “Through your eyes I saw myself in a new way. Not as a fetish, not as a freak, not as a fantasy, not as a celebrity crush…but as a woman. As me. Just me. Carol.” With another joyful giggle she nuzzles my cheek and kisses me. “Oh, Lionel. I can’t remember the last time I felt so alive. Deep down I knew I had to escape the madness and come back to where it started but I couldn’t understand why, until now. Until you. I was sent back here to find you on that road and bring you home.”

Letting out a laugh of my own I say. “All I did was sit here.”

“Oh no you did not.” She pinches the tip of my nose. “You’ve done plenty. And you just sit there and keep on doing it.”

With a smile and a shake of my head I watch as she continues the sponge bath. Like I was going to argue. Whatever it was she thought I was doing was working and I didn’t want to change a thing. Moving easily to her guidance I lean forward when she pulls at my shoulders to reach around me to scrub my back. I liked the way her slippery breasts squished into my chest, I liked how warm and soft her body felt against mine, I liked the texture of the sponge as she swiped it across my flesh, I liked it all. And so did she. As much as I bask in her care she too is thriving in it. I was a stranger, even to myself, and she was old enough to be my mother yet everything felt right. Natural. Like two perfect puzzle pieces clicked together.

As she bathes me we steal glances and exchange smiles and share laughs that bubble up from our hearts. Her laughter fills the room at the way I blush when she washes me ‘down there’. And just when I thought things couldn’t get better her shampoo scrub into my scalp melts me into a happy puddle. When she was done with me she kisses me sweetly.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight.” She informs me with no room to argue then kisses me again. “No sofa for you.”

“Mmm.” I stretch my achy body. “Are we sure I survived that crash?”

“Hm?”

“Because this must be heaven.”

With a laugh and a playful splash she rises up, the water rolling down her curvaceous naked body. Her cock swinging like a pendulum she steps out of the water and goes to dry herself. She was keenly aware she was being watched and she drank in the attention with gusto. Without making it too obvious she poses and preens to give me a show I would never forget. Her full ass, her shapely legs, her heavy breasts, her low slung cock, each perfect part of her gets its time in the spotlight as she performs for an audience of one. Looking rather pleased with herself as she notices that the effect she’d had on me, which included a flushed face and a dick back to full mast, she wraps herself in a fluffy blue robe and ties the belt.

“You just soak a bit more.” She tells me. “Let that sexy body of yours heal up. I’ll get the bed ready.” Leaning down she kisses my wet hair then tousles it. “Did you want to watch something?”

“Mm?” I nod. “How about…Elephant in the Room?”

“Ha ha ha!” Throwing her head back she lets out a great, lilting belly laugh. “Nooooo! Not that one. Any of them but that one. It’s so bad! And I don’t have a dubbed version. Let me show you one the good ones.”

With a chuckle I shake my head. “Nuh uh. Elephant in the Room. I want to see it.”

With another laugh she boops my nose. “Fine. But only because I like you.”

For a time I lay in the tub staring up at the ceiling as happy as a man can be. I let out a long, slow breath and sink down into the water, careful to keep my hands dry of course. In Carol’s huge tube I am able to nearly stretch out to my full height as I lay with just my face and hands above the surface. Floating and at peace…I submerge.

***

Strong, meaty hands tighten round my throat! My eyes flared open I see not the white of the washroom ceiling through the water but a gray overcast sky with dark criss-crossing tree branches high above. The smell of roses is replaced by the taste of mud and grit. The peace now a frantic fight to survive. I struggle against the hands but they are too powerful as they hold me under.

“PWAHHH!!!” I hear my own voice cry out as I yanked back to the surface. “P-Prophet! Please! I’m s-sorry!”

A man, a big man with a thick beard and cross around his tree trunk neck, glares down into me with steel gray eyes. “I should send you straight to hell where you belong, SINNER!”

“Please, no!” I wail. “I only wanted…”

“That was your first mistake, boy! You wanted. You wanted what wasn’t yours.” He yanks me closer, the cloying smell of blackberry jam on his hot breath filling my nostrils. “After all I did for you, takin you in like I did when even you’s own kin didn’t want ya.”

“Prophet…please…I’ll repent.”

Ignoring my pleas he kneels down on my stomach and continues. “Bad enough you gave your soul to Satan, but you tried to take poor little Prue with ya. Introducing sin into her heart!”

“No! No.” I beg. “It wasn’t like that. We…we…we were only kissing.”

“SIN!”

“Please!” I cry. “Prophet…you have twelve wives already! Surely…”

He silences me by thrusting me back under the water again then pulls me back up sputtering and coughing. “You think this is about lust, boy? You think this is about desire? You think I want all them wives?” His growling voice rumbles through my body. “The Lord gave ME this power. Not you. NOT YOU! SINNER! I’ll take on Prue’s sins like I did the rest. I’ll carry them for her. She shall be a vessel for the righteous, pure as the Virgin Mother. This is the burden I carry, boy! I protect this community from evil, from sin, from horny little fuckers like YOU!”

Over his shoulder watches a woman in homemade dress or rough cloth with scraggly graying blonde hair, sunken cheeks and a hauntingly hollow stare. “The boy’s lost his way, Prophet.” Her eyes narrow. “There’s a snake in our garden.”

***

“PWAH!” I gasp as I burst up out of the water. Panicked and panting I look around the room expecting to see trees and shrubs and a muddy forest floor. Instead I see the bath, the marble, a big folded towel on the counter waiting to be used by Carol to dry me. Through the open door I hear Carol’s voice singing in the distance.

Holding my head I close my eyes to focus on controlling my breathing and bringing my scrambled thoughts into some sort of pattern. Prophet? The name fills me with dread, though not as much as the empty stare from that woman. Trembling I furrow my brows and push the flashback back through the veil again. If those were my memories…I didn’t want them!

I had only just calmed myself enough to stop shaking when Carol comes strolling back in, humming her song. “Best get you out of there before you turn into a prune.” Scooping up the towel she unfurls it. “I found my copy of Eleph…” Her voice fades out as she looks at me. She stops, her smile dropping. “Lionel? You okay, baby?”

I take a deep breath then nod my head. I didn’t want to tell her, I didn’t want to relive it, I didn’t want those memories! Those memories weren’t mine! Not anymore. I was Lionel. I was Carol’s friend. That’s all I needed, all I wanted. “I’m fine.” I say. “Just a bit dizzy.”

Carol comes to me and kneels to look me in the eyes, concern in her gaze. With a gentle hand she cups my cheek and kisses my head. “The doctor said you might experience that for awhile. I think it’s been long enough that you can have another Tylenol.” Taking my arm she helps me out of the tub. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you dried off and into bed.”

Part 9