Page 47 of A Daddy for Maddy

Maddy pulled his shirt over his head in seconds. When it came to his pajama pants, though, he looked at me, thumbs inside the waistband. Frozen.

“Are you shy, baby?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I turned off the faucet. The tub was white with foam. I threw in some plastic toy ducks and boats. And a shark or two. Those sharks were sex toys. They had large mouths big enough to fit a cock inside, and their fangs were made of stretchy, soft gummy plastic. When the shark found its prey, it was able to swallow it whole, its insides coated with a sponge that soaked up water and remained soft and wet and hot as it moved up and down its smaller worm prey. I don’t think he noticed them for what they were.

“Well?” I asked. “The toys are in the tub waiting for you to get in and play.”

“Um, my cock, um, I mean I call it my pee-pee privately, but well, it’s hard.”

“That’s okay, baby. I’ve seen it all.” But not his. Not this sweet boy’s pee-pee.

Slowly, he pushed the pants down. His cock got caught in the waistband, then bobbed free. It was so hard it pointed straight up to his belly, the tip red and glistening. Such a young thing.

“You’re beautiful.”

His cheeks got pink, as they seemed to do with any compliment I gave him. He took a deep breath, lifted his leg and climbed into the tub. It gave me a fantastic view of his pink, nearly hairless balls, and his pert little round ass.

Slowly, he lowered himself into the water. His balls dangled, hitting the bubbles at the same time as his ass did, sinking into popping white wetness. His cock was the last to become engulfed.

“That’s perfect. So pretty. The water’s not too hot. You can sit all the way down.”

With only the tip of his pee-pee showing amid the bubbles, it bobbed and then disappeared.

Maddy leaned forward, his knees bent, and started to grab at the toys.

As he played, I took a cloth and gently washed him. I was very gentle with his neck area. He was still taking pain pills and anti-inflammatories, but he kept insisting it didn’t hurt. I wanted to be extra careful.

I washed his legs. I batted the toys around, making him squeal in delight.

I wanted to wash between his legs, but maybe it was too soon? I held the cloth to the side.

He caught my hesitation. “Are you going to wash all of me?”

“Do you need me to?”

He nodded. “Yes. But I’m very stiff.”

“Making it awkward?”

He nodded a second time.

“Maybe the shark can help.”

“What do you mean? Sharks bite.”

I grabbed one of the sharks that had gone floating the furthest away from him. I brought it out of the water and showed him the mouth. “See? The teeth are like gummies. And inside is a sponge that can wash that area very clean.”

His eyebrows popped up. “I don’t know. It might make my pee-pee squirt.”

“If that happens, baby, it’s a very natural response.”

“It is?”

“Very much so.”

“If you say so, Daddy.”

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