Carla's right hand wrapped around Ethan's cock, making him gasp in surprise. Her skin was cold in the warm water and felt electric to the touch.
With one thumb, the maid pressed on the throbbing cock's tip. With another thumb, she expertly pressed a region beneath his balls.
Ethan suddenly felt a withdrawal. The pre-cum never came up, and he felt himself relax.
"Whoa, how did you do that?" The boy asked his maid. He didn't want to have an early orgasm purely out of excitement. That would disqualify him from the system's challenge.
Carla was still holding his pole expertly with both hands as if handling a penis was a daily chore for her. She smiled warmly and winked at the boy.
"I have enough experience in matters of pleasure, master. Men have such intriguing devices, and in my youth, I explored them to my satisfaction. I picked up a few tricks on the way."
[Challenge completed!: First consensual touch]
[Reward: Aphrodisiac pill x1]
While Ethan stared at the system's reward, Carla appeared proud of her accomplishments in the sexual arena. She looked at the bathroom tiles with a distant gaze, reminiscing her exciting past.
"Why don't you help me out…?" Ethan urged suddenly, feeling her fingers tightening around his cock. "It would be a great relief."
Carla snapped out of her memories on hearing the boy's request. Her expression looked uncertain and wary. The maid eyed the doorway as if she expected someone to barge in at any moment.
Carla turned her eyes to Ethan's unmolested cock and watched it longingly for a moment. Then she looked away.
"I'm sorry, master," Carla finally said, letting go of his member. Desire and yearning disappeared from her eyes, replaced with concern and duty.
"Master! The role of maids is to ensure your seed is not wasted until you have consent rights. Not a drop must be spilled. If I help you with your erection, it would be a gross dereliction of my duty. I might even be executed if I betray your mother's orders."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Wait, does that mean I can't have sex even if I want to? How do I relieve myself?"
"I told you about consent rights already…" she began. "It so happens that…" The maid stopped herself mid-sentence and trailed off.
"I think you are all clean now, master," Carla said, bowing to Ethan. "Your maid would rather not overstep her boundaries. I think Mistress Velma better answer your questions." Her eyes lingered on Ethan's erection for a few more moments. She gulped anxiously, rising from her crouch.
"Remember, master. It is forbidden to pleasure yourself."
Then Carla rushed out of the bathroom. Ethan was left in his tub, staring at her voluptuous body walk away. Oh, come on!
What the hell? Couldn't he even pleasure himself? He wasn't allowed to have sex or even jerk off? What sort of weird social prison was he reincarnated into? As if by cue, his erection lost its power and shrunk to normal.
Ethan sighed and left the bath. He dressed up in cotton tunic and pants that Carla had left on his bed.
The boy wondered if the system allowed him to use consumable items on others. Then he could experiment with the Aphrodisiac Pill on Carla!
Anyway, it was time to visit his mother, Velma Cromwell.
Ethan walked up to Velma's bedroom and knocked politely. There was no answer after two trials. He pushed at the door and found it unlocked. He shrugged, slid it open, and let himself in.
Velma's bedroom was much grander than his. It was actually quite sophisticated, considering they lived in medieval times. A small fire burned in the hearth, dimly lighting the room. Lamps hung from the walls, made incandescent with some magic.
Ethan explored the room, staring at paintings of ancestors on the walls. His father, Elend Cromwell's painting was the most recent one. As far as the boy was told, the Count died in battle when he was pretty young.
"My baby…" Velma said, stepping out of her washroom. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I was taking a floral bath."
Velma was a voluptuous woman. She wore a flimsy, translucent gown. Her large, mature breasts heaved as she walked, and her nipples poked through. Velma already had three children, but she looked and moved like a young woman despite being curvy.
Ethan's eyes went down to her pubic hair sprouting like an overgrown bush under the translucent cloth.
The boy turned his eyes away in shame. 'Isn't Velma my mother?' he asked himself. 'Why am I being such an incestuous pervert?'
'Wait! She isn't my real mother! I am from goddamned Earth!'
Ethan smiled at his mother with filial eyes and sat down on a couch. Velma approached her son and sat by his side. She embraced him, planting a dozen smooches on his forehead and cheeks.
Ethan was uncomfortable at first. However, it had been a long time since he had been pampered and kissed like that, so he let it happen. Love and affection weren't hard to come by on Earth. Besides, if he resisted, it would make Velma suspicious.
When his mother was satisfied and let him go, Ethan looked up to her face. Velma's eyes were misty with tears.
"What happened, Mom?"
"Oh, Ethan… What am I going to do with you? You are still a boy. I can't let you become an adult! I can't believe you'll leave the castle and roam the outside world where I can't protect you!"
Ethan shrugged casually. "I guess it had to happen someday, Mom." His eyes went to Velma's heaving breasts for a moment, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. After consecutive arousals–Minnie's molestation and Carla's sponging, his thing was still tingly. His mother's floral body odor hit the boy like a breeze, arousing him again.
Velma noticed the tent forming on his pants.
"Son…" she whispered softly, eyeing the abnormality with concern. "What's going on there…?"
Ethan gulped anxiously and shifted uncomfortably. Would he get punished for getting an erection before his mother?
"I'm sorry, Mom… I can't help it…" he mumbled with guilt.
Velma smiled and placed a warm hand over his thigh. "It's okay, son. Let me help you get rid of it..."