The Day I Became My Boyfriend's Mommy Again

It started innocently enough. My boyfriend, Alex, has always been a bit of a playful guy when it comes to our relationship dynamic. We've experimented with light Daddy/kink stuff before, but nothing serious or overly explicit. Lately though, he’s been hinting about revisiting the little boy/little space theme from his past kinks. Initially, I thought it was just for fun and we'd talk through a few scenarios, maybe laugh it off after. But as the weeks went by, Alex kept coming back to this idea with more insistence. He told me he wanted to explore feeling like an 18+ child again - not in any real sense of the word 'child', but as a way for him to unwind and escape into another role that made him feel protected and cared for. I agreed, partly out of curiosity, partly because I saw his genuine need for it. It wasn't until we got into some of the more involved aspects did things get complicated. Alex wanted to experience the day-to-day routines of a child - waking up late on weekends, having chores like making his bed (though he's 34), and even getting bedtime stories. I was torn between feeling honored that he trusted me with something so personal and feeling self-conscious about being in such a maternal role. Plus, there were moments where the lines blurred too much for comfort - like when Alex asked me to spank him 'just because' or for no reason at all other than to feel safe. The real tension hit when we started talking about more private aspects of this dynamic - things that would normally be reserved for a parent and child relationship. I found myself questioning the ethics of it, worried if others might see our interactions as something more sinister even though we both are fully consenting adults over 18+. Yet Alex insisted he needed this outlet to cope with adult stress and feel like everything was okay. Now, here I am, unsure how to proceed. Part of me feels exhilarated by the connection but also wary of where it might lead or what others might think if they knew. Writing this down helps organize my thoughts though. There’s a part of me that wants to keep exploring this with Alex and another part that's ready to put an end to it. This is just venting - I don't need anyone else telling me how to handle things, but sometimes having it out there makes it easier to deal with.