A long time ago when I was 12 my mother was taken ill and went into hospital, The only person available to look after me was the woman next door who seemed very old to me and truth be told I was a bit afraid of her she was always stern and straight laced, So despite that I moved in to her spare room for a couple of months, That first day she made it plain she was not to be messed with and that she had no fondness for boys of my age, That first evening she sent me off for a bath as I sat there washing myself she came in stating that she would make sure I was clean and told me to stand while she washed me she soaped up the flannel and started to wash me all over as she got to my crotch she stopped her rough washing and started to be gentle and despite my embarrassment and slight fear of her I started to get hard, She tutted and scowled at me and muttered about boys being filthy animals and she didn't want a mess on her sheets, She huffed told me to stand still and she started to masturbate me I'd only touched myself before like that but I did as I was told and stood still as she stroked my penis pulling the foreskin back and forward after a very short while I came having produced cum since I was 11 it was no surprise to me at all though she raised her eyebrows and grunted satisfied her job was done, After that she masturbated me every day for the two months I was there usually in the bath but sometimes in front of her armchair where I had to strip and stand still in front of her, Her excuse for m****ting me was that boys are dirty and need to be kept in line and empty, By the end of the two months I looked forward to it, My mother came home but Mrs. D next door often called me round to her house to "empty" me, I never saw her naked or anything like that she just liked to masturbate me regularly, She is long dead now having died when I was 14 after she had masturbated me the month before, Despite her strictness I still look back fondly to those times.