Message-ID: <40175asstr$1041275406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <leowulf@softhome.net> Posted-and-Mailed: no From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.net> User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-Original-Message-ID: <courier.3E0FDE24.00003752@softhome.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 22:48:20 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Bath Night (Fb, inc, mast, rom) Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 14:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40175> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+