Just for Him

Ewin sat before his vanity and powdered his chubby dimpled face. From behind his mother observed his massive love handles drooping out of his white blouse. Ewin's sausage like digits daintily applied cherry red gloss to his lips. Satisfied with his work, he puckered and blew himself a kiss in the mirror.

"Come now Mother and brush me princely locks. They are sooooo golden and curly. All this damn humidity, oh it's horrid! The strands need your immediate attention!"

Mother stepped toward him "Yes darling I'm here... Oh my you do need some soft brushing my dear boy. Oh yes indeed."

"Hurry up Mother. You're really taking your sweet candy-ass time!" groaned Ewin

He scratched at his groin and adjusted his position on the stool.
As Mother commenced brushing his hair she began to softly sing, 'Gently down, gently down.' His golden hair shining like a lion's mane under the hot vanity lights. She could see sweat beads forming on the back of his neck rolls.

"Your doing it all wrong mother! Use the other comb for fucksake!" screamed Ewin

In a flash she drew forth a straight razor and slashed his fat throat from ear to ear.
Crimson blood saturated his white blouse and covered the mirror. His beady eyes glared at Mother's reflection as he clutched the open wound. Gurgling and snarling the giant boy slowly lost consciousness.

With a blank stare on her face, Mother dropped the blade into the pool of blood at her feet. The she pulled back Ewin's limber head, and began to comb through his blood soaked locks. "Gently down, gently down..."

She brushed it just for him.