Sharon Winters unlocked the door and entered the room at the end of the second floor hallway. Though it was rapidly approaching mid morning, the room was dim due to the drawn blinds. Careful not to awaken him too soon, she took off her shoes and tip toed across the carpet in her socks. Sun spilled into the room as she slowly rised the blinds. It landed on his prone body and though he winced and turned his head in reaction to it, he did not awaken.
She got her first look at the boy lying on the bed before her. In his slumber he had kicked his sheets onto the floor beside him and lay naked, one arm across his belly, the other beneath his head. His genitalia remained exposed between his spread legs. Sharon was engaged, and though she enjoying sex with her fiancé often, she never had time to enjoy his body. She was never able to enjoy the nuances of the male form; the slight trail of hair below the navel, their tiny nipples and the inherent beauty of the penis in its restive state.
Even while flaccid, she was sure he was larger than her husband. His balls hung loose between his thighs while his cock rested limply on his leg. Her breasts swelled beneath her blouse and she stroked his inner leg with the tips of his fingers. He stirred and opened his mouth slightly. Sharon imagined that's what he looked like at the point of orgasm, his fist clutched around his thickened member pumping himself to a finale. Or, better yet, ridden by a crazed lover, his pussy muscles sucking every drop of seed from his organ.
Before her eyes she noticed it growing. It inflated at a slow rate, as if, rousing from a long hibernation. She breathed in quickly, surprised at the sight. Never before had a subject- such an ideal subject- caused such feelings inside her.
He mumbled and she knew he had awakened. She cursed herself for lingering too long at his sex. He would surely notice. He sat up on his elbows and looked around, acclimating himself to the new surroundings. He appeared to not know where he was and spoke before he could ask any questions. She thought it best to establish her authority early.
"Good morning, Richard. My name is Dr. Winters. I'm the person you will spend the most time with during your training at the Burke Estate. We're going to be friends, you and I, but I caution you it will take a lot of work. I ask for a lot and I expect you to give me everything you have. I am very strict if need be." She caught herself stroking his scrotum with a lone finger, alerting him to his state. He covered himself in embarrassment and she did all she could to stifle a chuckle. "One thing you must learn is to never hide yourself from me. I will get to know you as well as your mother. In fact, that's how I want you to see me- as your mother. I'll be very good to you and take care of you but cross me and I'll be just as stern." She demanded a good morning hug and he complied hesitantly. She smelled of warmth and roses and he soon uncovered himself and relaxed in her arms, sleepily resting his head on her shoulder.
She found herself growing attached to the beautiful, naked boy. He was very handsome and had a magnificent body to boot. It would be difficult for any woman to resist him. She knew her place, however, and after a deep hug broke away from his embrace. With a peck on the forehead she ordered him out of bed and into the shower. When he didn't obey fast enough she helped him up and sent him scurrying to the shower room with a hard smack to his well formed bottom.
She allowed him time to catch his bearing under the warm spray of the shower before she entered the shower room and observed his bathing. He didn't notice her at first and just when she made herself known. He resumed only after she assured him that it was standard procedure. To his shame she mentioned his history of poor self control and the fact that she must accompany his every bathing period to be assured that he would remain chaste as his training required.
While she watched, arms crossed, he began to lather himself. He could not remember when he last slept so well or when a day's events had so fatigued him as yesterday's did. The water felt rejuvenating and he took his time, allowing it to soak every inch of him.
All that was available for him was a body lotion and he squeezed a generous amount into his cupped palm before spreading it along his chest. She watched this with interest, first as he soaped his chest, each arm and his legs. His member had grown to half fullness and, perhaps hoping she'd disappeared, he looked up and quickly dropped his gaze. Sighing he worked the lotion into his privates. He gripped his balls in a way that Sharon was certain must be uncomfortable, then continued on his shaft.
She could watch him all day. She enjoyed viewing him caring for his body the way a man should. It was rare to watch one in such a private moment. In that she felt very fortunate. She had a job to do and, though it went against everything she felt as a woman, she knew it must be done.
"Stop it Richard."
His head jerked upwards, as if forgetting she was there.
"It's clean enough. I don't want you forgetting yourself."
He sighed and stepped beneath the nozzle to let the suds flow down his trim physique where they reached the drain and swirled out of sight.
"Don't forget your rear." She pointed out, not wanting him to omit what she'd been waiting for. He nodded humbly and reached back to wash himself.
"No, turn so I can be sure you're doing a good job."
He seemed thankful to not have to look at her during this private moment and gladly turned so she could admire his freshly soaped buns. Reminding him to wash thoroughly, he ran one hand up and down the crack of his cheeks until she was satisfied. She couldn't deny her arousal at watching him. He was learning to follow directions and having such a beautiful man obediently follow her instructions during such a private time caused moisture between her thighs. On her word, he leaned forward to turn off the water.
She helped him sit down onto the specially made section of the shower room. It was shaped like a reclining chair which forced him to raise and spread his legs. She disappeared for a moment and returned with a can of shaving cream and a straight razor. He immediate sat up but she placed a hand against his chest, reassuring him.
"You must learn to trust me. I've done this many times before and I would never hurt a boy this way. I know how important it is to you. I promise I'll be extra careful." With a gentle push, he returned to the position and she gathered warm water to drip onto him from her closed palms. In time the sensual feeling of warmth settled him and his erection returned to its full size. With soft, cooing sounds she lathered his male area from his tiny butthole to navel. He seemed to enjoy it and, with his eyes closed, he smiled.
As promised, she was careful and took her time. He didn't bat an eye as she slowly scraped the hair from his body. She was used to the duty, even took some pleasure in it, but she was aware of the importance of doing it well. As her razor slid over his balls she held her breath. She made her was down between his legs to find only sparse hair between his cheeks. She removed that as well. Examining him for any spots she missed, she cupped palmfuls of water to remove the excess shaving cream. As he rested, she massaged his groin with the tips of her fingers, tugging and pressing on the sensitive flesh around his shaft and balls. He seemed to appreciate this and his cock bulged, hoping for similar attention. Kissing him lightly on his shaven sack, she stood and left the room.
