Being Wash By MumThis used to be in confessions, but now i have decided to make it a story.
It was embarrasing to even write this at first but now I just want to hear from people with the same experiences.
Did it feel strange? are you still embarrased? or was it natural for you?
or perhaps you are a mother that still bathes your adult children?
I want to connect with you and hear about your experiences.
My aunty who is like a mother to me ( as I lived with her for most of my teenage years) used to bath me in the kitchen when I was growing up. To her I was like a son she never had, as she never did get married.
She would put a basin on the floor and I would stand in it while she would wash my hair and scrub me down.
I have this memory of one of her good friends, she would always come around to visit or dropped by at least every second day as she lived up the road.
Sometimes my aunty would be bathing me and when her friend came in my aunty would shout out saying that she's in the kitchen bathing me.
Her friend would then come into the kitchen and have a conversation with my aunt while I was completely naked. It was very natural for them like an every day thing, they went on as if nothing unusual is happening.
As i became older (16+) it became a little uncomfortable for me and I protested every time she let some adult in while bathing me.
She would say things like "don't be silly your still a young boy" Like it was the most natural thing in the world. My aunty always preferred to have people around to talk with while bathing me because it made the chore less dull.
Now that i am an adult i visit her from time to time, and when I visit her she would always reminisce about fond memory of my teenage days wiht her, how she brought me up and invariably about how she used to bath me.
About a year or so ago I was staying over at her place and I was going to have a shower when she asked me if she could wash me instead for old times sake. I was tentative at first but later agreed even though it felt really strange at the time.
She told me to undress while she set out the basin on the kitchen floor, I was still embarrassed, While undressing I stop short of removing my underwear. My aunty saw this and came over to comfort me. She put her arms around me and held my hand, saying it was okay to do this and that I was being silly as she has seen me naked many times. When it finally came off she chuckled and said that I haven't changed all that much, and that I was still her "little boy" no matter what.
When the water and her hands came into contact with my body I felt a feeling I haven't felt for a long time, a feeling of closeness, a maternal feeling with my aunty that during my teenage years I was too embarrassed to admit. I was glad for this bond with my adopted mother, and glad that I had rediscovered this feeling again.
I now live with her again and almost every day she bathes me. She is like a mother to me. For her to bathe me feels like the most natural thing in the world now.