Something Wonderful!

You finish sucking her foot and toes clean and then lie back. Your muscles go slack as you just lay there in a strange fugue state.

Fiona kneels down and takes your hand. "Come on lover. Come with me."

Your body moves on its own accord, obeying Fiona's every utterance. She leads you to the washroom, undresses herself, then takes you into the shower. With hands as soft and gentle as an angel's she cleans and rubs your body. She starts with the smeared cum over your torso and chin, but ever bit of you is looked after as she cleans. The tenderness with which she handles your bruised and sore dick and balls was incredible. With a feather touch she fondles and massages your package with utmost care. A glazed look in your eyes and a love struck grin you watch her silently wash you.

By god did you love this woman.

She caresses your cheek. "You did very good for your first time. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Now what?" You ask as the hot water washes over your sore flesh.

"Now...I look after my boy." She steps out of the tub and takes a big white towel from the hanger. "Come on."

You step out and allow her to towel you down. "I can do it." You say, though you were REALLY enjoying the attention.

She shakes her head with a smile. Once she has thoroughly dried you off from tip to toe she takes you by the hand and brings you back out to the bed. She piles some pillows along the head board and gets you to sit down. She pulls the blankets up over your lower body as you sit reclined at the head of the bed. She pats your bare chest and kisses your lips sweetly. You watch her in awe. Setting the television remote beside you on the bed she goes and gets your coffee and digs out a tightly cellophane wrapped turkey sandwich that she had obviously picked up at the truck stop from out one of the bags. She sets the coffee, which was surely mostly cold by now, on the bed stand beside you and hands you the sandwich along with a napkin.

"Breakfast."

"Thank you." You say softly as you take it from her as if it was a rare gift.

Fiona had NEVER pampered you like this before. Not while you were sick, not after you'd been beaten up, not after your first heartbreak. Caring and comfort had always been your mother's and Elsie's domain. This was something new. Something wonderful!

She chuckles. "Go ahead, eat." She encourages you. "Probably tastes like ass but it's all they had. We can go out for a proper meal later."

Sitting at your side facing you she softly, almost absently, runs her fingers up and down your chest and stomach as she watches you eat. Her delicate hand traces your long lean curves with admiring care. Looking up into your eyes she says. "You can watch TV if you want." You grin and shake your head no. She smiles her stunning smile.

You eat your food and soak in the loving caresses and attention. Her small hands feel you, stroke you, massage you and simply just touch you. She never breaks contact with you for even a moment. She is extra careful to give rejuvenating attention to your bruises.

As you finish the first half of your sandwich to pat your lips with a napkin and set the rest down on the bed stand. "Um..." You didn't know how to ask what you wanted to ask.

"What is it baby?"

"Um...why...why are you being so nice? Right now I mean."

She finds the question amusing. "Because I want to."

"Oh."

She pinches your chin between her thumb and finger. "I told you Jesse, I don't want to break you. You're a fragile boy and you'll need a little TLC after our play sessions. Especially when you earn it." She sweeps a bang from your forehead. "Besides, I want to enjoy my pretty thing now that I have you. You're mine now and I get to have you however I want."

You give her a demure look. Her flattery made you feel flustered and bashful. She caresses your face then traces the edge of your ear. You giggle from the tickling sensation. You could see again that she was hard for you, very hard!

"Want me to suck you off?" You offer as you nibble your lip hungrily.

She shakes her head. "I told you. Not until I am strong again. Not until I am a goddess again. Your fertile sexy body deserves better." She brushes a thumb in a lazy circle around your nipple. "We'll do something fun tonight." She promises. You knew it couldn't be sex as she had cut both of you off now, but your curiosity was now piqued.

"Okay." You say in a lilting feminized yet not quite feminine voice that you knew she would enjoy. By the twinkle in her eyes you know she did.

Stroke...pet...caress...massage. Over your shoulders, across your chest, around your neck, down your stomach and sides, through your hair, and all across your pretty face. Her hands move slowly but never stop. She was exploring your flesh with a lustful and doting attention to detail you had never experienced before. Her eyes mapped your every curve and contour. Soft appreciative smiles accompanying her hazel gaze. You had never felt more valued in your life.

"My precious pretty boy." She says in a hushed voice to herself.

In your head one thing repeated over and over again. 'I love you! I love you! I love you Fiona Bailey!!!' You would say it out loud, to scream it to the heavens, but you knew you would start crying for joy if you did and you didn't want to change this perfect moment.

"Once we have everything figured out with this damn virus or whatever you're going to quit college." She informs you.

"What?"

She ignores the comment. "Mom will be pissed. We'll have to move out. I've got some savings though. I'll be rushing some things but..." She runs a finger over your tender lips. "...but it's worth it."

"Why am I quitting school?"

"Because I said so." She takes your right hand in both of hers and begins to rub it.

"Oh...um..."

"Your only duty now is to look after my needs. Sexually and otherwise."

"But...but what about..."

"Shhh. I'll look after you now, and you'll look after me." She runs her fingers down yours one at a time. Savoring the feel of your soft skin. Leaning down she kisses the back of your hand, then another gentle nuzzle and kiss to your lower stomach, before sitting back up once more. Her left hand slides gracefully from your wrist to your tummy. She pets you as she sighs contentedly.

"Can...I have a hug?" You ask cautiously. You knew now that Fiona's will was your own but you still weren't sure if you were even allowed to make requests. You are pleased with the response.

Fiona moves forward and leans in. Taking you around the head and neck she pulls in for a long warm hug. You hug her back around her narrow waist and enjoy the security of how she held you tight. Her incredible tits pressed into your upper chest delightfully. She holds you in exactly the right way.

"Softer." She whispers to you. "I don't want to feel your strength."

You loosen your embrace. Bowing your head into her chest you make yourself smaller and give her total superiority in the affectionate gesture.

She kisses your forehead. "Good boy."

"Can I have a kiss?"

Without hesitation she plants her full supple lips firmly into yours. She kisses you in precisely the sort of way a sister ought not to kiss her brother, and it is glorious. One kiss leads to many, many more. She leans you back into the headboard, holding your head in her hands, and smothers you in long, wet, deep luscious kisses. Her head twists and turns between them to give each kiss a slightly new angle, making it a slightly new experience. She tastes of you completely, and you her.

When she finishes with you you are a quivering pile of besotted jelly. The trampling and stomping had been fun in a twisted and kinky sort of way. But this was simply heaven!