I wouldn’t really describe this as a sexual fantasy, rather it is a story of love expressed in a peculiarly unique way. It may not be to all tastes but is a story I wanted to explore.
It was the end of the day. A very special day spent together as lovers and friends, but now the sun was setting and it was time for a different kind of loving.
“It’s time for your bath Little One” she told her partner as she stroked his grey hair.
He looked up at his Domme as she stood beside his chair. She looked down at him in return, her eyes full of love. She bent down and kissed his forehead tenderly.
Leaving him for a moment, she went into the bathroom. Turning the taps she started the water flowing into the bath.
She returned to his side and with gentle hands began to remove his clothes.
He submitted to these attentions calmly, moving to help her as required, until he was naked. She ran his hands appreciatively over his body and smiled.
“Come with me”.
She led the way to the bathroom, and proceeded to turn off the water, checking the temperature with her elbow. She took her boy’s hand and led him to the bath and helped him in.
Leaning over the bath, she took a sponge and squirted some liquid soap onto it and began to wash him. Her hands roamed gently over his chest and shoulders.
Leaning further forward, she took the foamy soap onto her hands and began to wash his penis and foreskin. It grew firm in her hands as she worked and she stroked it appreciatively. Moving on, she soaped her boy’s legs. Smiling as he wriggled when she washed the soles of his feet.
When he was clean to her satisfaction, she urged him to lean his head back and reaching for the shower hose she gently dampened his hair.
Taking a blob of shampoo in her palms she massaged it into his scalp. Her fingers working firmly against his head. Then placing her hand on his forehead to shield his eyes, she began to rinse his hair gently. When she was satisfied she reached for the conditioner. When his hair was again rinsed clean she helped him out of the bath wrapping him in a huge towel. She sat him down for a moment while she toweled his hair vigorously before picking up a comb and detangling it gently.
Turning her attention to his body she patted him dry all over, taking special care with his groin. Then she reached for the talcum powder and applied it gently to his bottom.
He looked at her and smiled gratefully, “Thank you Mummy”.
Tears welled up in her eyes unbidden, “you’ve never called me that before” she choked.
Taking him by the hand she led him to the bedroom where she helped him into his pyjamas.
Then she turned back the duvet and helped him into bed, so that he was sitting up against his pillows.
She looked at him silently for a long moment.
“Do you still want to continue love?” she asked him tenderly.
He looked up at her, and his heart was in his eyes.
“Yes I do” he told her with certainty.
She sat down on the side of the bed and took his hand. She held it for a long moment gazing silently into the distance.
“Read me a bedtime story please” he begged.
His words seemed to bring her back to the present and she started slightly before reaching for a book lying by the side of the bed. Leaning back beside him so that he could lean against her, she began to read.
“It was the end of the day. A very special day…”
When the story was done she laid the book down slowly.
“It’s time for your medicine” she told him gently.
She passed him a cup of liquid and he held her eyes with his as he downed it.
He smiled, “Hold me please Mummy” he asked.
She cradled him in her arms then; so that his head rested against her chest. Slowly his eyes grew heavy and his breathing slowed as he drifted into unconsciousness.
She remained still, holding him gently as his breathing grew yet shallower. She sat motionless, until long after all movement ceased.
Finally, with tears streaming silently down her cheeks, she stirred. Laying his body down on the pillow, she bent over and kissed his forehead one last time.
“Goodnight Little One”.