The bathroom tiles were cold under my feet but cleaning/aftercare was always my favorite part. In the mornings we shower together and in the evenings we take a bath. I turn on the shower , slightly warm water flows from the showered getting hotter as it goes.
“Come on honey, its time for your shower” I take his hand and guide him along testing the temperature of the water with my hand. It’s significantly warmer, maybe almost too hot but the morning chill feels like it wants to seep into my bones. The day can’t get warm soon enough.
I look at him precious in all of his ways. Soft in the way his eyes trace my face looking for something; the scalding heat I woke up to is now the comforting and simmering warmth of the boy in front of me.
“ It’s already warm.” I step under the shower-head and hug him to me. He is pliant and a little bit sleepy his eyes closing and his head leaning on my shoulder when I hug him to me. I can’t help but kiss him on his neck in the space just behind his ear and caress his lower back.
This boy is mine as much as I am his and I want to give him everything. Right here in this warmth , in my arms I want to protect him. To envelop him in an endless wave of words of how much he means to me and so I do.
Covering his body with soap and rinsing it , I tell him of the way his smile is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of the word happiness.
Washing his hair, I tell him he’s my whole world from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet, a little universe. Beautiful and always growing.
His hands come to rest on my body and I kiss the palm of his hand.
“It’s Mommy’s turn” He kisses me everywhere before and after rinsing the soap off.
When I grab the towel to dry him he shakes his wet hair, like a puppy, just like in the summer I first met him. Back then I wished more than anything to call him my puppy, mine. His soft laugh when I playfully rub his hair with the towel is the sweetest sound.
Back in the bedroom his clothes for the day are hanging just were I left them prepared for him the night before. Now that we are both dry. I’m still naked as I reach for the items of clothing and He blushes as I order him to step into my underwear.
it’s nothing out of the ordinary just a soft creme colored biking cut cotton panty. He looks gorgeous. When I get to his crotch I tenderly hold him in my hand soft, warm and delicate. I bend down to kiss the tip and tuck him in safe, sound and surrounded by Mommy always. He yelps a little and I kiss him, a quick peck.
I dress him trying to not dwell on the way his skin flushes under my fingertips. He is all dressed up and he looks at me smiling and I’m so proud of how far he has come and has yet to go.
My little universe walks out the door and into the world.
author’s note: I wanted to write the continuation of ‘ Mommy’s Morning with Her Sweet Puppy’ but somehow even though this is between the same characters its very different. The feelings I had when writing this were extremely soft so I don’t know how erotic this is. I think it’s more romantic than anything. Hope someone likes it <3
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t1748y/a_loving_shower_time_mdlb_gentle_femdom_soft
Adorable, made me smile! Thank you for writing it :)
This is very beautiful definitely something I wish happen to me 🥲