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note:  This story is chronologically before "Helping Pete be Gentle." This 
story should be read before that one.  <g>

{ASSM} Bath Night (Fb, inc, mast, rom)

by Leowulf

The idea of being a small boy dominated by big, very nice, very loving 
females gets me off.  If you like the idea of small boys dominated by big, 
very nice, very loving females, enjoy.

Do NOT repost this story except on usenet for free.

Send me feedback!  Leowulf "at" softhome "dot" net.  Let me know what you 
like (or dislike) about my stories!  :)

***

Bath Night

Sandra spent the week thinking about her meeting with Cynthia.  Her 
neighbor's boy, younger than Sandra's son, was so well behaved that it put 
her to shame, and his relationsihp with her so open, so loving and close 
that it made her jealous.  Sandra ached whenever she saw Gregory leap into 
his mommy's arms.  How she wished she could cuddle Pete, as often and as 
openly, as her neighbors!

'She gets him off as often as she can,' mused Sandra as she idly looked out 
her window, watching the woman wrestling and giggling together with her 
children.  'The girl too, no doubt.  But does it *really* work?'  Tonight 
she'd find out.  Her son Peter would have some help in the bath, for the 
first time in years, and hopefully both mother and son would have fun and 
be closer as a result. 

Just as Sandra was thinking of her little's boy's little penis in her 
hands, his look of joy at the pleasure she was planning on giving him, the 
door burst open.  "Hi honey!"  Said her sweet Andy.  "We're home!"

Sandra ran to meet her man, guiltily putting aside the thought of making 
her seven year old child into her pleasure slave.  "Hi, my love!"  she 
said, kissing him passionately.  "How was the fishing expedition?"

Not a bite, Sandy."  Andy paused to kiss his wife again, more intently.  
"But it gave us a chance for some father-son bonding.  The boy had a lot to 
say, you know?"

"Like what?"

"'Why is Mommy so nice but so mean at the same time?'"

'OW!' Thought Sandra.  Being called 'mean' by her little treasure hurt.  
She said aloud, "Does he really think I'm such an ogress?"

"I told him that sometimes Mommies have to be."  Andy smiled as he poured 
himself a glass of water.  "Someone needs to save us foolish males from 
ourselves!"

"Oh?"  Sandra said archily.

"I also told her that every female in Bear Valley is a born dominatrix, so 
he'd better get used to it!"  her husband laughed.

"Oh you!"  Sandra playfully slapped her mischievous husband's cute, round 
ass.  "Is that what Bear Valley is to you, young man?"  She punctuated her 
next for words with spanks.  "Land of Dominant Women?"

"Ow!"  Andy rubbed his backside with exaggerated motion.  "Painful concept, 
that!"

"Is it painful working for that hot lady at Maternity?"

"No ma'am, Ms Tara is sweetnes incarnate,"  Andy said with a smile.  "Of 
course, I haven't been there long enough to see her inner Ogress.  Speaking 
of that, I'd better be going; I don't want to make her angry."  Andy kissed 
Sandra sweetly.  "She's much too nice for me to disappoint her."

As he turned away, Sandra turned her husband back to face her.  "Young 
man," she said with a saccarine tone.  "Just don't fuck Ms Sweetness and 
Light without my permission, understand?"

"Yes, Mommy," her husband replied with an exaggerated, whiny tone that left 
them both laughing.

Sandra kissed Andy one last time.  As he went out for his work group 
meeting, she followed him with her eyes.  "You better call me Mommy, little 
brat!"  she smiled at the closed front door.

In many ways, her husband was such a kid, and acted that way even more now 
that they'd moved to their matriarchal community.  It was good to see him 
so happy.  And the playful, impulsive sex with Andy had been fun.  He'd 
been a good lay over the past couple of weeks; he was as turned on as 
Sandra by the thought of her being his mothermistress.

She looked back out the big kitchen window.  Cynthia had gone inside, and 
Pete was running around with her children, playing tag or some such, 
giggling noisily on their shared back yard.

Feeling her loins warm in anticipation as she put her plan in motion, 
Sandra opened the kitchen door.  "Pete!"  she called.  "Time for your bath!  
Now, Pete!"

***

When Pete finally came in from playing with Jenny, he could tell something 
was different tonight.  At least Mommy didn't yell at him for not coming 
when she told him to.  She was actually very nice to him, hugging him, not 
even mentioning having to call three times.  

"It's time for your bath, sport!"  Mommy never looked this happy about 
sending Pete to take a bath.  Pete usually hated bathtime, but Mommy seemed 
so excited!  That so surprised Pete that he forgot to argue about taking a 
bath.

What surprised Pete more was that Mommy scooped him up and carried him 
upstairs and into the bathroom.  That was fun - she hadn't carried him like 
that in a long time.  Turning on the faucet, she instructed the little boy 
to take off his clothes while she got his bath ready. 

Taking off his clothes in front of Mommy was another thing he hadn't done 
in a while too.  She'd seen him in his undies lots of times, especially 
lately, because he'd had some trouble obeying, but she hadn't seen his bare 
bottom except for when she was spanking it, and she hadn't seen him in his 
birthday suit in forever.  

As he stood there shyly, Mommy said, "little boy, you need some help 
obeying?"  She didn't say it in a threatening way, and it sounded so good 
having help from Mommy that Pete nodded yes automatically, and even helped 
by stepping out of his pants and undies when she said to.

Then, before Pete had time to become shy about being naked, Mommy lifted 
him up and put him in the very warm bath water.  Then he was surprised yet 
again.  Mommy wanted to bathe him!  Pete felt like a prince, having a big, 
friendly Mommy bathe him so he didn't even have to.  Her brisk scrubbing 
tickled, but Mommy was so gentle.  He obeyed happily as she told him to 
lift this foot, or hand her that arm.  

The only time the seven year old felt odd was when Mommy wanted to bathe 
his bottom and his privates.  That was like reminding him he was naked in 
front of a girl, even if she was his Mommy.  But she treated him like there 
was nothing more natural than being naked in front of Mommy, her big, soft 
hands rubbing soap over his penis and scrotum.

So while Mommy was gently washing him, Pete forgot to be embarrassed, 
except when his penis became all big and hard in his Mommy's hands.  He 
didn't know what to think of that, and looked up at Mommy for guidance.  
Should he be afraid, or maybe ashamed of himself.

"Don't worry, sport!"  Mommy's voice was gentle and soothing.  "Its ok for 
your penis to be hard in front of Mommy, or any female.  That's just your 
body's way of saying you love a female, a mommy or a girl.  It's alright, 
honey."  Then she hugged him, even though he was all wet from his bath, and 
Pete knew it really was alright.

After shampooing his hair, Mommy announced that his bath was over.  Pete 
was disappointed.  With Mommy there, this was his most fun bath in forever, 
and he didn't want it to end.  "Can't I play a little, first?"  he asked.

"No, precious."  Mommy held up a bath towel that dwarfed the little boy.  
"Mommy wants to play with you instead."  First Mommy treated Pete like a 
prince by giving him a bath, and now she wanted to play!  Pete was glad 
thinking how she always made him so happy.

With a joyful "Hurray!" He jumped into the towel, into his mother's arms, 
and let her dry him off.  Mommy sat on the side of the tub and diried him 
from head to foot.  When she got to his penis, it became big and hard 
again.  Remembering earlier he said, "I love you, Mommy!"

"I can tell, sweetie!"  Mommy smiled one of her lovely smiles that made 
Pete's tummy flutter with happiness.  "I love you too!"  She finished 
drying him and wrapped the towel loosely around him.  "In fact,"  she 
added, "let Mommy show Pete how much she loves him."

Mommy started stroking Pete's penis.  It was smaller than some of her 
fingers, but it felt so good when she touched him like that.  He looked up 
at her and smiled contentedly as she made him feel good.  She felt his 
penis for a couple of minutes, then undid her shirt.

"Mommy, why did you unbutton your shirt?" asked Pete.  He thought she was 
warm.

But she wasn't uncomfortable, she was thinking of Pete again.  "So you can 
look at my breasts, sweetheart," Mommy explained.  "Are they pretty?"

"They're beautiful!" Pete gasped.  They were lovelier than Pete had 
remembered.  He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her breasts.  
He enjoyed they fullness, their softness as Mommy nuzzled his face against 
them.  They made him feel vaguely hungry, but they also made it even nicer 
when Mommy stroked his penis while he enjoyed them.

As she stroked Pete, Mommy bent down and whispered in his ear.  "Mommy 
loves Pete," she began.  "And all females, all mommies and girls, love 
Pete."  As she whispered this wonderful news, Mommy kept rubbing Pete 
gently.  "And Pete loves all females, all mommies and girls."

Mommy's hands felt so wonderful on his private parts.  "And Pete loves to 
obey all females, all mommies and girls."  Mommy's soft fingers moved 
faster over his penis and scrotum.  She whispered to him.  "And all 
females, all mommies and girls love to make Pete feel good!"

Suddenly Pete felt so good he couldn't stand it.  He cried out as Mommy 
suddenly filled him with good feelings, centered on his penis.  It felt 
wonderful, too intense for words.  Pete clung to Mommy, buried his face in 
her breasts, as she gave him wave after wave of good feelings.

"Does it feel good to come, precious?  Mommy loves to make her little baby 
come!"  Pete couldn't answer.  He just focused on Mommy, held on tightly to 
her as she made him feel better than he ever felt before, and more loved 
than ever.  When his "come" was over, he finally let go.

"I love you, precious boy!"  Mommy swept up Pete as she stood.  "I'll 
always love you!"  She carried him to his bedroom and slipped him, still 
naked from his bath, in bed.  All the way to his bed, Pete looked up into 
her eyes.  He was filled with good feelings, all focused on Mommy.  He was 
exhausted after "coming," but still felt like he would burst.  Pete tried 
to think of how to express how he felt.

"L-love you Mommy!"  he said.  When she kissed him goodnight, Pete thought 
he'd remember her kiss forever.

As Pete lay in bed near sleep, he thought rapturously of Mommy, who loved 
him so much.  And he remembered the secret she had whispered, just before 
she made him feel so good.  Was it true - all females loved Pete?  Is 
sounded too good to be true.  But Mommy was always right about things.  The 
thought of every girl and mommy he met loving him gave him lovely dreams as 
he drifted off to sleep.

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