Mrs. Mader helps out

Pico's mother had been in the hospital for several weeks and a neighbor, Mrs. Mader, came to help out around the house. She had two small daughters of her own, her husband had left her, and she got by with cleaning and other unskilled labor for herself and the children; she did not remarry and had no lovers, although she was only in her mid‐thirties. She was small, plump, and very industrious; soon the household shined as if a handful of slaves were toiling here.

That Pico was a well‐behaved learner, God‐fearing, and hardworking initially impressed Mrs. Mader as much as his frequent churchgoing. Of course, Mrs. Mader didn't need to be a clairvoyant to correctly interpret the stains on his bedding and his afternoon activities.

Just a few days after she took office, he heard her quietly sneaking into the bathroom. Pico sat naked on his bed, stopped masturbating and listened. She quietly slipped through the bathroom and pushed the wooden sliding door of the hatch a tiny bit; an eye appeared in the gap. A hot wave went through Pico, he was already very horny and was convulsively thinking whether he dared or not. His cock stood erect as stiff as a poker, he was highly aroused and did not think any further, but masturbated quickly and splashed lustfully high into the air.

Then, unobtrusively, he glanced back at the crack that had closed and heard Frau Mader creep out, quietly, though of course the wooden floor creaked treacherously in familiar places. His racing heartbeat subsided; he had successfully overcome the first fear and now knew that Frau Mader was very curious and would not reproach him. His urge to exhibit had apparently found a new victim.

The following days he spent a lot of time in the room, jerking off as often as he could. The eye, however, appeared only once briefly and disappeared almost immediately. Pico thought excitedly of the eye that might be lurking behind the slit and jerked off several times in a row that afternoon. But all remained silent, the eye did not reappear. Mrs. Maderwar was curious, but she apparently did not need repetitions. The days now passed again in disappointing loneliness.

One of the next days, Pico had a slight fever and stayed home. Mrs. Mader took care of her sick person, brought him breakfast and later a snack. Around noon, she finished cleaning and Pico was already halfway healthy again. He was masturbating under the covers when Mrs. Mader came into his room to check on her patient before going home. Did he need anything else, she asked, and Pico moaned that she should sit with him for a moment. Mrs. Mader apparently suspected nothing and sat down at the edge of the bed with a questioning face. He continued to carefully rub and jerk off under the covers, looking at her from under half‐closed eyelids. Mrs. Mader apparently still didn't notice anything and asked what else he needed, but Pico only made a moaning sound and continued to masturbate even more uninhibitedly, regardless of the fact that she was beginning to get suspicious of his she was beginning to get suspicious of his wiggling. But she pretended not to notice and simply remained seated, smiling, waiting to see what would happen now, while he was under under the covers, masturbating more and more violently.

After a while he carefully put a hand on her thigh and tentatively palpated it, but she pretended not to notice his groping hand and looked smilingly at the bedspread, which by now was shaking violently. Pico had now reached the point where there was no shame and no turning back and he flipped back the bedspread. On Mrs. Mader's face appeared briefly the hint of a smile, for she was not at all surprised, neither because of his naked body, nor that he was masturbating. Pico was surprised that she calmly allowed his hand to creep up her skirt, shaky and nervous, as with the other he jerked as hard as he could. Maybe it was just a reflex, as she smiled and relaxed her thighs a little, almost invitingly opening them a bit. While he concentrated on jerking off, feeling her warm pussy through the fabric of her panties, she smiled wryly. Slowly his finger slipped under the fabric and felt the wet and moist. He paused for a moment, pushed the panties aside and palmed her nakedness.

At first, Mrs. Mader was so stunned that she did not move when his finger slipped inside and Pico, electrified by this touch, immediately squirted violently. She quickly withdrew from the brazenly urging finger and half‐heartedly slapped his face, whereupon his squirting immediately stopped. Half‐heartedly because she realized that he was still completely out of it and wanted to squirt. She sat down on the stool and watched him for fifteen minutes as he struggled to get his cock hard again. Pico kept his eyes closed and masturbated, but it took too long and just didn't work. As she noticed him getting lamer and lamer, she strangely began to feel sorry for him. Quite uncertainly and fearfully, she pulled his hand onto her thigh and sat down with her legs wide apart. He looked up hesitantly and immediately masturbated more rapidly. She felt a strange sense of power as she gently moved his hand under her panties toward her labia, while she watched his greedy, violent masturbation. Despite her shame and fear making her tremble inside, she continued to pull his hand until his fingertips dipped into the moist gap between her labia. Her eyes sparkled triumphantly as he instantly cum. Slowly, she pulled his hand away again as he continued to onanate, his semen oozing out in small bursts. Only when he was obviously done did she get up and tug her skirt as she stood up.

They looked at each other uncertainly and embarrassed, then Mrs. Mader turned and left the room without a word. But from that day on, she sat by his bed every afternoon, spread her thighs and let him grope her vagina with his fingers. She watched him masturbate and after he blissfully squirted in the air, she left. Mrs. Mader often wondered later what devil had made her go along with it, but she could find no explanation.

Pico, however, prayed even more contritely and desperately, for he was now a mighty great sinner, onanist and exhibitionist. Was he even worthy to serve God after all this? He prayed more fervently than ever, imploring God and St. Theresa to hear his and his mother's prayers and to finally grant him a place at the boarding school.