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From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net>
References: <usvqraokd7u585@corp.supernews.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Story:  After Bedtime (Fb, inc, oral, mast) (was: Re: toddler, infant stories)
Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 06:10:02 -0500
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"D.M." <mead9536@yahoo.com> wrote in news:usvqraokd7u585
@corp.supernews.com:

> I'm looking for stories involving toddlers or babies. If you have any
> stories of this type, please post them or forward them to me at
> Mead9536@yahoo.com.     Thanks in advance, Debbie

Your welcome! <g>

***

Story:  After Bedtime (Fb, mast)

By Leowulf

Warning:  this story may offend small-minded bigots.
Also don't dare repost this without my permission except on usenet.

***

After Bedtime

The meeting went a little later than Gloria intended.  Well, a lot later.  
The clock struck midnight before the ladies finally agreed on the major 
decisions.  The kids were worn out, of course.  Most of the afternoon spent 
playing while the moms dictated their fates, a hasty supper cooked by 
Gloria while the ladies took a break, and then more play, supervised by the 
twins, 12 year old Deanna and Brianna, while the really important decisions 
were made.  

Now the babysitters were fast asleep. Of their charges, the Henrys 
(respectively 6 months old and 3 months old) were asleep in the playpen, 
the girls - 15 month old Samantha, 2 year old Harriet and Gloria's 6 year 
old Amber - slept clinging to the softly snoring Deanna as if to a plump 
life raft.  The little genius Pete lay between Brianna's legs, awake and 
reading _Harry Potter_, his scrawny 7 year old body not much larger than 
the girl's corpulent legs, his head pillowed against her loins.  The boy 
shivered slightly.  Gloria thought about suggesting Sandy allow him his 
pants back, but remained quiet.  His mother was only now warming to the 
idea of moving to the Valley and she didn't want to put her off track by 
questioning her disciplinary policies.

"I still don't trust the damn Feds!"  Esther's objection, as tactful as 
ever, drew Gloria's attention back to the conversation.  "What's to stop 
them from just moving in and throwing us all in jail for being good wives 
and mothers?"

"That part's taken care of," Gloria explained for at least the hundredth 
time.  "We have friends in Washington and in the state capital, and we 
don't do anything far reaching.  And if anyone comes around, we can make 
sure nothing ever leaves the Valley but satisfied investigators and good 
reports."

Sam, Gloria's little treasure, came padding into the room, a very proud-of-
himself expression on his face.  Keeping his training panties dry, no 
doubt, thought Gloria.  Good for him!  She reached down and hugged him 
close, enjoying his warmth through his oversized nightshirt

"It does sound rather pat, Gloria," Sandy chimed in.  "I'd like some sort 
of plan."

"Mommy, bedtime!"  Sam took her wrist in both hands and pulled.  She was 
impressed that he actually wanted to be put in bed.  But still...

"Don't interrupt, sweetness."  Gloria turned to Sandy.  "I've talked to Ms. 
Bearclaw at the Res.  She says the BIA is beaurocracy gone wild.  If the 
Indians' tactics can make Big Brother government leave them alone, they'll 
work for us too."

"Go to bed Mommy!"  Sam's bare feet slid on the wood floor as he pulled 
once more on Gloria's arm.  She saw the child's heavy eyelids, but also the 
tiny erection tenting his training panties.  Hastily she lifted him into 
her lap.  Sam started to slide off, but she held him securely.

"Look at it this way," Veronica began.  "If you stay here, you'll either 
have to conform to the same patriarchial antifeminist nonsense you always 
had to, or you could move to Bear Valley and be free to care for your 
family."

Gloria was glad someone else could pick up the conversation.  She turned 
her attention to the squirming toddler on her lap.  She looked into his 
eyes and sang, "Sammy, Sammy."  The boy quieted, happy to be once again the 
center of his mother's attention.  "You want Mommy to tuck you in?"  He 
nodded, smiling up at her.

"Mommy has a better idea."  Slipping the boy's undies off, Gloria was 
greeted by her child's almost two inches of erect winkie.  She opened her 
blouse and unhooked her nursing bra.  Sammy opened his mouth reflexively as 
her milk-full breasts were exposed.  Gloria cuddled her baby boy to her 
bosom.  He stuffed a nipple in his mouth and started sucking noisily.  
"Mmmm, Sammy loves Mommy's milk," she murmered.  She gently stroked her 
little boy's winkie while he nursed at her breast, receiving and giving 
pleasure and more, bonding closer with her baby.

Gloria's eyes met Sandy's, shared the longing she found there.  Then she 
closed her eyes and kissed her baby's forehead.  Gloria cooed in pleasure 
as she stroked her little Sammy's penis and fed him her breast.

"Ok, count me in!" she heard Sandy say.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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