The Last Shower

The Last Shower

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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After a long first day at the beach, Charlotte dragged Lucien, his slightly protesting 12-year-old son, towards the outdoors shower area. That was a simple row of four shower heads with cold water, designed to rinse off the salty ocean residue and sand before leaving the beach. The area was open to the public eye, and people showered in their swimsuits. Only little kids were made to take them off. Little kids and... No, surely not, Lucien thought. He was 12 now, after all!

It was a familiar routine, one they had done many times before, in previous years, but now it felt somewhat different to Lucien. Perhaps it was the way the cool evening breeze kissed his skin, or the sudden self-consciousness that had crept up on him with his newfound maturity. Newfound maturity in Lucien's opinion, at least. His mom still tended to treat him like a kid. That was perhaps because Lucien was physically immature for his age, even though he wouldn't have admitted that!

As they approached the showers, Lucien noticed the mix of children and adults showering or standing around the showers, waiting their turn or waiting for their family members or friends. There were families with young children, adults, groups of teenagers... Surely...

"Come on, sweetheart," Charlotte encouraged, her voice soothing despite the embarrassment coursing through him. "Let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand firmly, leading him to the shower that had just freed up. The concrete under their feet was slick with water, and the spray from the other showers created a fine mist around them.

As he was placed under the running water, Lucien looked around nervously, his eyes darting towards a group of giggling girls nearby, slightly younger than him. Charlotte noticed his discomfort but thought it was just the awkwardness of his age; she did not give it any importance. She began to peel off his wet brief-style swimsuit, revealing his growing body.

"Mom," he whispered uncomfortably, trying to tug away from her and keep his swimming suit up, "I can do it myself."

Charlotte looked down at him, with an expression of slightly amused determination. "Don't be silly," she said. "You're still my little boy. I need to make sure you're all clean."

The swimming suit came down, as Lucien let out a sigh of resignation. His genitals, still immature although slowly starting the early stages of puberty, were in full view.

The sand was clinging to his skin, a testament to a day of playing. Charlotte's touch was firm yet gentle as she started to scrub him down with her hand, helping the water wash the grains away from his back and legs.

Charlotte's hands moved methodically, ensuring not an inch of sand was left behind. She worked her way up to his shoulders and chest, not even noticing the glances of the onlookers.

Lucien, on the other hand, was aware of those glances. No one was making a big deal of it, but it was unusual for a boy Lucien's age to be bared in public. He blushed. He felt the cool water wash over him, and his mother's hand washing the remains of the sand that had been his second skin all day. His mother still insisted on bathing him, and Lucien generally didn't mind too much, although it was starting to feel a little babyish. But here, in public... His made eye contact with a girl his age who was staring. he quickly looked down, blushing.

His mother's hands slid all over his body. However, as she moved down to his waist, he couldn't help but feel a stronger twinge of embarrassment as his skin flushed with heat. Charlotte noticed his reaction and offered a soft smile, "It's okay, I've seen seen you naked a million times."

Yeah, you, maybe, but not everybody else, Lucien thought, although he was too self-conscious to make a fuss. His mom was probably as familiar with his body as he himself was, but that didn't mean he needed to be bare in front of God and everybody!

Her reassurance did little to ease his anxiety as she reached down to his crotch, where the sand had gathered the most. Charlotte's hand was firm but delicate as she began to scrub away the pesky granules, her fingertips brushing against his growing penis. The sudden contact sent a shock through his body, and his heart began to race. He tried to look away, but his gaze kept drifting back to the various figures around them.

The little children, oblivious to the intimate moment, played and chatted, their laughter echoing through the shower area. The adults, on the other hand, had noticed Charlotte's diligence in washing her naked son and offered knowing smiles at the cute picture. There was something appealing in an older boy still caught in the grip of childhood and motherly care. Some of the women couldn't help but cast curious glances at the young boy's developing form, their eyes lingering a beat too long for comfort. The girls close to his age, however, were more overt in their staring, their whispers and giggles carrying through the spray of the shower.

Lucien felt the weight of their gazes, his cheeks burning as he tried to shrink away from his mother's touch. Charlotte, ever the loving and attentive parent, sensed his discomfort and decided to expedite the process, even though she didn't really understand his discomfort. He was a little child, after all!

She quickly washed his private parts, her hand moving with the precision of a doctor's, ensuring every bit of sand was removed.

Her eyes scanned the area, noticing the curious glances from the children, and a few lingering looks from the adults. Charlotte felt a flicker of annoyance at the lack of privacy, at people's rude curiosity, but it couldn't be helped. She knew that beaches were communal spaces. She took her son's shoulders and repositioned him more conveniently to wash his backside.

The sand was particularly stubborn in the crevices of his buttocks, clinging to the delicate skin. Charlotte's eyes narrowed in concentration, her hand moving with the efficiency of a sculptor chipping away at marble. She knew that she needed to be thorough here.

Lucien's eyes darted around again, even though he was still trying to avoid meeting anyone's gaze. He saw a a group of girls just arriving, their eyes wide with curiosity as they watched his mother's ministrations. One of them, a girl one of her group had called Lily, smirked at him, her eyes lingering a moment too long on the parts of his body that were normally covered. Nothing his his boyhood from her intense eyes! He felt a mix of embarrassment and something else, something he didn't quite understand.

Charlotte's hand was firm but gentle as she worked the sand out from between his cheeks. But even as she tried to be quick, the task required a certain level of intimacy that made Lucien squirm. He could feel his immature penis growing stiff, a traitorous response that only added to his embarrassment.

The noises of the beach, the showers, children's laughter and chatter filled the air, a cacophony of innocence that seemed to mock the growing tension between Lucien's legs. Charlotte's eyes caught his, and she offered him a reassuring smile, her hand never stopping rubbing his bare buttocks. "Almost done, sweetie," she said.

The girls grew more engaged, some whispering to each other, their eyes darting between Charlotte's hand and Lucien's growing arousal. Lily's eyes never left his body. Charlotte's cheeks reddened as she realized what was happening on his son's groin area, but she couldn't very well leave him half-cleaned. She bit her lip, focusing on her task, determined to finish what she had started.

Finally, with a last rub, Charlotte declared him sand-free. Lucien let out a sigh of relief, his body feeling both clean and violated at the same time, his eyes downcast. Charlotte stood up, wrapping a towel around her son's shivering frame.

"Thank you, Mom," he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the din of the showers. Charlotte squeezed his shoulder, giving it a reassuring pat. "You're welcome, darling," she said. "Let's get you into your dry swimsuit and find some ice cream."

Lucien hurriedly put on the clean swimming suit she extracted from her bag, clumsily trying to cover himself with the towel despite how pointless that was after his prolonged exposure. As they left, Lucien was sure everybody's eyes were on him, although in truth only a few people were looking, Lily among them.

Charlotte's mind raced with thoughts of the other parents' judgment, and she felt a pang of guilt for not being more discreet. She still considered Lucien a child, and fully intended to keep bathing him at home. After all, what was there for him to be shy about, she had changed his diapers! But he was starting to grow up, and maybe she should not bare him in public any more, she thought, with a touch of regret for how his childhood would soon start slipping away. Yes, she resolved, I will keep bathing him for as long as possible, but just at home. She intended to cling to his childhood as much as she could!

Lucien, for his part, felt a strange mix of emotions. The humiliation of being washed in public weighted on him, but there was also a newfound interest about his body, sparked by the way the girls had looked at him.

That was the last time Lucien was bathed in public, but his mom would keep bathing him at home for another two years, not listening to any protest and only stopping when he was 14 and it no longer seemed appropriate to her, given his, by then, pubescent body.

As for Lily, Lucien saw her that summer at the beach almost every day, and she always smiled at him sweetly. He was too embarrassed to approach her, though.

(The End)