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Subject: {ASSM} Nanny (FM, femdom, rom, lac, mast, inf)
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Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:10:01 -0400
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Nanny (FM, femdom, rom, lac, mast, inf)

by Leowulf

In which a woman volunteers for long-term child care

1.  This story may sexually excite you; this is purely intentional
2.  No reposts except to ASSTR or Usenet
3.  SEND ME FEEDBACK!  Leowulf "at" gmail "dot" com.  I want feedback!

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Nanny

Beth sat on the side of the tub, weeping bitterly.  There was no way she'd
convince that man to surrender control of his life to her.  The small,
precisely kept man would laugh her out of his small, precisely kept house.
Or worse, he'd call  her a crook, out to cheat him somehow.  Laughed out as
crazy or thrown out as a threat.  Either thought broke her heart.

'That's right, cry it out,' a part of her soothed.  'You'll feel better to
get it out of your system.'

At last she stood and looked in the mirror.  She was a sight.  Runny
mascara, smudged make-up.  But why was she dressing for a job interview?
She was going to see her child.  Her baby Bobby.  The water was cool on her
face; the washcloth, washing away tears and ruined make-up, felt good to her
too.  Another look in the mirror and she felt like herself again.

"Alright, Bobby of mine," she smiled at her reflection.  "Mommy's coming;
nothing can keep me from you."

Nothing except the wet snowfall, slowing traffic to a crawl, and then when
she left the main roads, the snow itself slowed her even more.  It was
beautiful, something out of a fairy tale.  The trees frosted, the road
covered in pristine snow.  She wanted to take Bobby to play in it.

Even with the delays, Beth arrived 5 minuted early.  She parked her battered
old car in front of the house.  Glancing at the clock, she smiled; it always
kept perfect time, and it showed that she had time to spare.  She looked at
herself in the rear-view mirror and nodded, satisfied.

Beth got halfway up the snow-covered walk to the modest house and stopped,
frozen with fear.  The worries that had her in tears earlier were
returning.  Her crying at home had made her feel better, but hadn't resolved
anything.  She didn't have any answers now, when they were needed.

'You'll be alright,' a part of her encouraged.  'He'll see that you love
him, and nothing can stop love.'

Fortified with that hopeful thought, Beth walked the rest of the way to the
door.  She was right.  Nothing, not suspicion, not ridicule, nothing was
more powerful than love.  Especially the love of a mother for her child.
The new mother loved her baby so much it hurt.  No matter what else
happened, her Bobby would know that Mommy loves him.  And she always will.

"Hello!" Her happy voice fairly sang into the intercom.  "It's Beth
Chandler.  May I please come in?"

The door opened and there stood her Bobby.  He was wearing one of his
ridiculous suits.  A powder blue one that made Beth wonder how he'd look in
a fuzzy blue sleeper.  When he looked up at her, she knew coming here was
the right thing to do.  Bobby's eyes lit up and he smiled with barely
contained joy.  Beth could clearly see her baby silently mouth, "Mommy!"

"Hello, Bobby!"  Beth stepped inside.  She thought about hugging him, but
decided against it.  She didn't want to frighten him by doing too much too
fast.  Instead she took his hand, so small compared to hers.  "I've missed
you a lot!"

Bobby closed the door.  'Oh my,' Beth thought.  'He's letting me keep
holding his hand.'

"I've missed you a lot as well, Mo - , ahem, my dear Beth."

'He almost did it!'  Beth smiled at that.  Even if he didn't let himself say
"Mommy," he'd clearly been thinking it.  The young mother let the man think
he recovered without her noticing.  'Let's see how close he'll let me get to
him.'

"Would you like to be helpful and hang up my coat for me?" she handed her
overcoat to him.

"Yes, ma'am."  he took her heavy coat and hung it outside the closet.  Then
she took his hand again; casually, as if she'd held hands with him as a
matter of course for years.  The man blushed slightly, but didn't pull his
hand away.

"Here, Bobby."  Beth led him by the hand to the loveseat.  "Let's sit
together and be comfortable while we talk.  Beth sat a little forward,
giving the man a cue that she intended only to be more comfortable than
standing.  She pulled ever so gently on his hand, and the man sat next to
her.

'What a good boy!'  Beth didn't say it aloud, of course, but inwardly the
young mother was elated that her boy was starting to trust her.  In fact,
for a second she didn't say anything aloud.  'Where do I start?'  she asked
herself.

She decided to start with small talk.  The man allowed her to sit and hold
hands with the little boy, but she needed to put them both at ease.  "So,
little one," she inwardly cringed at that misstep, but if the man was going
to respond to being called that, her next words made him forget that.  "Did
the cleaners bring your suit back?"

The man brushed away the big tears welling up in his eyes.  He looked so
distraught.  Bobby tried to talk, but was too choked up.  He nodded instead.

"What's wrong, honey?"  Beth put her arms around the small man
instinctively.  Her child was obviously in pain, and Beth responded as any
mother would.

"You were so nice, Mom - I mean, Beth."  The man spoke in a small voice.  He
still wouldn't let go, but at least he was talking to her.  "You had my suit
cleaned; my best suit, and you made sure they did it well."

His next words were sobbed out.  "And I just called you bad, awful names!"

'Oh my!'  Beth's heart broke to see her precious little boy so sad.  He
looked so ashamed.  Seeing the pain in his eyes made Beth tear up.  She held
the man to her breasts and rocked him gently, back and forth.

Bobby cried openly now.  "I said you were so bad, but you were always good."

They held each other and wept together, the man full of shame and regret,
the woman full of empathy for him.  When she finally spoke, Beth surprised
herself.

"There, there, little one."  She kissed the top of his head.  "You didn't
trust Mommy.  It takes time to learn to trust.  But Mommy was only here for
you once.  If Mommy was here every day to care for you, to feed you.  To be
in charge of you.  You'd see Mommy being good to you every day.  You'd learn
you can trust Mommy."

Beth pulled the small boy away from her bosom.  She saw such longing in his
eyes, and in turn she longed to care for him.

"Would you like that, Bobby?"  Beth looked deep into her child's wide eyes.
This was so much easier to explain than she'd imagined.  Beth knew her
little boy would accept anything from her.  So she offered herself.  "Would
you like Mommy to be here every day?  To be in charge of you every day?  To
feed you every day?"

"Yes, Mommy!"  The small child breathed.  Then he caught himself.  The man
added, "but I don't think I could afford it."

'Ah, there you are,' thought Beth.  'You have to put in your two cents, try
to take charge.  Men!'  But she couldn't stay irritated.  With a grin, she
kissed his cheek.  'The man comes with the boy.  To deny either is to make
him only half a person.  I love all of him, the man and the boy.'

Still, she had to fix this.  "Bobby, honey.  I'm hungry; would you please
feed me?"

"Oh yes!"  The man was startled by this sudden change.  "Where are my
manners?"

But when he started to rise, Beth kept a firm grip on his arm.  "No Bobby.
I want comforting too.  Would you please nurse me?"

"But - but?"  The shocked man was nearly apoplectic.  "But, I can't feed
you.  I don't have - you know.  I - I'm not able to."

"Shhh," Beth petted his thin arm.  "There, there."  She held one of his
small hands in both of hers.  "You're right; you can't take care of me.  But
that's okay;  you're not the Mommy here.  I am."  She kissed his hand.  "You
don't have to take care of me; just let me take care of you."

"But you don't even have a job anymore," the man blurted out.

"Oh my," Beth smiled wryly.  "Has someone been snooping on me?"

"I'm sorry!"  The man looked panicky, but Beth gently squeezed his arm and
nodded for him to go on.  "I was calling to complain - about the suit."  He
blushed; it looked like he was going to feel bad about that for a while.
"But they said you had quit.  The morning after we ... "

The man trailed off.  Beth could see him just looking for something about
that to beat himself up with.  She headed that off, real quick.  "Bobby, I
quit because I didn't like working for HTE.  Meeting you gave me the courage
to do something that I should have done weeks ago."

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.  "Thank you, Bobby."

The man blushed, but Beth could see relief in his eyes.  "Welcome."

She leaned back, satisfied.  "Now, my joblessness aside, I intend to care
for you, little boy.  Be completely in charge of you.  Feed you the milk
from my breasts."

"But we shouldn't ignore your financial situation."  Beth sighed irritably.
That man just wouldn't let anything go.  He looked apologetic, which made
Beth feel sad; even if he were a bother, giving her Bobby even minor
distress wasn't pleasant.  "Please, Beth.  This is one of the few things I
can do; please may I?"

Looking into her child's eager puppy-dog eyes, Beth couldn't help smiling.
"Okay, Mr Robert Wells, sir.  Please do solve my financial woes.  I'm in
your hands."

Her little boy looked so proud as he began his analysis.  "Okay.  Now this
is easier than easy.  It's just like keeping a checkbook; you have income
and expenses.  Do you have any other income just now?  No?  Well, that makes
it a little easier, actually; fewer variables."

The very happy man got up and almost ran to his computer.  Beth followed,
feeling at once indulgent and proud.  Sitting at his computer, Bobby thought
a second.  "Okay, you might need access to this too, so you need to know my
password."  Beth smiled at that show of trust.

Over the next half hour, Beth's dear child created a folder and files,
putting in approximations of her expenses, and looking at some rather dry
financial web sites.  The young mother let him have his head, enjoying the
expression of joy in the man's face as he played with numbers and amounts.
She was completely unprepared for the conclusion he finally reached.

"Okay."  Turning to look at her, the man looked apprehensive.  Beth's knees
hurt; she'd been kneeling beside him a long time.  Still, she was alert to
his apprehension.  Painfully rising to her feet, she ran her fingers through
his hair.

"You can tell me, Bobby."  She smiled at her baby.  "Remember, you can say
anything, and Mommy will still love you."

Bobby actually moved to hug her, only his reservedness keeping him in
check.  Beth wanted so much to make that reservedness go away, so her baby
wouldn't stop himself from giving or receiving affection.  He could have
such a loving disposition.

"Okay."  The man took a deep breath and said everything quickly, like he was
afraid if he even stopped for air, he might not be able to say it.  "If I
contracted with you for services as a nanny, I could afford to pay you a
thousand a week; after taxes you'd get about 750, of which most would go to
your rent and utilities.  The rest goes to other expenses.

"I wish I was wealthy," Bobby looked apologetic.  "I could fund you an IRA.
And I need to get you health insurance."

'A nanny.'  Beth nodded through the numbers and such, but she fixated on
that one word.  And the fact that he didn't feel like he could give her
enough.  She touched his cheek.  "You don't need to give me an IRA or
anything.  'A nanny?'"

"Yes, ma'am," the man blushed almost crimson.  "I was thinking that if you
were a babysitter last time, the proper term for long-term child care would
be a nanny."

'Or a _Mommy_.'  But Beth smiled beneficently.  The man was doing his best;
they both knew what he needed, he just couldn't face calling her what she
really was.

"I would be very honored to be your nanny, little boy."  She felt her loins
warm when the man beamed proudly.

'Okay, Mr Robert Wells,' thought the young mother.  She hugged him
impulsively, and was overjoyed to find him putting his little arms around
her waist, laying his head on her tummy.  'You can stay.  Just remember
who's in charge around here.'

"Now if we're done with business," Beth stood the man on his small feet.  "I
know a certain little boy who needs some play time, not to mention some
lunch."  She unconsciously stroked one of her breasts.  "Does Mommy's little
boy want num-nums?"

"Yes, Momm - ."  The man stopped himself.  No matter; Beth was his Mommy and
he'd admit it eventually.  "I mean, um, wait."  He took her hands in his
own.  "Um, a thousand is 25 per hour for 5 8-hour days.  I was thinking
Monday through Friday.  And we have to arrange hours and rules and - "

Beth stopped her man with a kiss, and another, and when he looked like he'd
keep talking after, another kiss.  "You arrange days and rules and
everything you like, Mr Wells.  I'll trust you not to take advantage of my
naivete.  But right now, my little boy, I heard your tummy rumbling."

"Oh MY!"  The man giggled as Beth picked him up.  He was heavy, but not as
much as she'd expected.  He didn't protest as Beth lay him down on the
loveseat.  He looked up at her worriedly when she sat next to him and
started untying his shiny shoes, but to her relief, he didn't resist.

"What a good boy, Bobby!"  Beth said, loading her voice with pride and joy.
"You remembered to trust Mommy!"  She quickly had shoes and socks off.
"What a good little boy!"  This time, she kept going to his pants.  His
worry was joined by a verbal protest and little hands on his belt buckle.
"There there, honey."  She soothed.  "Mommy loves her Bobby.  There, there."

The young mother refused to fight her stubborn little boy.  Instead, she
slowly won him over.  Stroked his little fingers.  Sang over him.  Wordless,
maternal cooing, keeping her voice calm despite her excitement when the
anxiety in his face drained away.  "What a good little boy Bobby is."
Snaking her fingers under his smaller ones.  "Bobby's learning to trust
Mommy."

Beth unfastened and slipped the powder blue pants down and off the man's
scrawny legs.  Let him be used to being in his underwear in front of her.
"Mommy loves you, little boy."  She drew her fingers down Bobby's legs,
delighting in the ticklish squirms her fingers produced in him.  "Mommy
loves her Bobby."

Slowly, calmly, Beth took the waistband.  She had a second's panic when her
child's fingers covered her own, but he lay passively as she slid his boxer
shorts down and off.  Shyly, the boy covered his private parts.  She left
his hands there, thinking, 'it's okay, precious.  We'll get rid of that
modesty, soon.'

There was more panic when she reached for his tie.  'Of course,' she
nodded.  'Its a phallic symbol.  Making his real penis naked is
uncomfortable, getting rid of his symbolic one, much more so.'

"Bobby," the young mother smiled.  "It's so fun taking your clothes off."
Her voice was enticing as she continued.  "It's like Bobby's a birthday
present, all wrapped up and ready to open."

Beth punctuated her playful words by lightly tickling Bobby's tummy, under
his shirt.  She took advantage of her giggling little boy's distraction to
deprive him of tie and open his shirt buttons.  From there, it was easy to
slip his thin arms out of the sleeves.  She slipped the coat jacket and
shirt off the loveseat.  Her little boy lay there, naked before her.

"Mmmm ... " The young mother ran her fingers lightly over her child's
tummy.  "Bobby's tummy keeps rumbling."  Beth leaned forward over her boy,
letting her milk-full breasts graze his tummy.  "Well, little boy?  Want
Mommy to feed you?"

Bobby's eyes were the size of saucers.  "Yes, Mommy!" he breathed.  He was
so captivated by her that he didn't even notice calling her "Mommy."  But
his mother noticed.  Sitting up, she unsnapped her top.  The one good thing
about almost a month dressed like a hooker was that it taught Beth that she
didn't need to wear a bra.  She was more comfortable without one.

"Come to Mommy," she said, helping scoot her boy over, to lay in her lap.
The young mother's nipples were already raised, the tissue of her aureoles
was crinkly and sensitive.  She cuddled her small child in one arm, holding
him to her breast.  He opened his mouth automatically and she stuffed her
nipple and aureole in his mouth.

Beth sighed with pleasure as she breastfed her little boy.  She could feel
her milk flowing into her baby's mouth, as he greedily sucked and
swallowed.  Each suck at her breast drew a ripple of pleasure through her
body, centered on her sex.

"Good little Bobby," the boy's mother cooed over him, gazing into his eyes.
His eyes seemed to widen more and he suckled more eagerly.  "Mommy loves
you, little boy!"  His small hands kneading her breast felt so good.  "Mommy
loves Bobby!"

As before, the small child became restless when it was time to switch
breasts.  She broke the suction with a finger and giggled as her baby sucked
her finger instead.  Feeling a mixture of joy and pleasure, and a relaxed
contentment, the young mother gently lay her little boy across her lap with
his mouth to her round breast.

Bobby stuffed her nipple and her whole aureole into his small mouth, sucking
happily at her breast, gulping mouthful after mouthful of her rich, warm
milk.  'Oh, my!'  Beth thought rapturously, 'suckle my big, huge tits,
little boy!'

As she nursed Bobby, Beth noticed his penis sticking up.  "Mmmm ... Good
boy!"  Still holding his mouth to her breast, the young mother gently
stroked her little boy's sensitive, naked penis and scrotum.  "What a good
boy Bobby is!"

At first Beth didn't know whether his wiggling was caused by her making him
feel good, or by him being done nursing.  She broke the suction and Bobby
looked up with a mixture of contentment and pleasure.  Not letting go of his
member, Beth sat the boy up.  She gently rubbed and patted his back until he
gave a good burp.

"Stay here, precious!"  Beth lay the lethargic boy back on the loveseat.  He
settled into the soft, cushy material and watched his Mommy.  She went to
her coat, leaving his field of vision.  Curious, Bobby sat up on his knees
and watched her.  She came back into the living area, smiling at how he
stared at her breasts.  "Want some nice music, little boy?"

The man watched his new nanny fiddling with his sound system with growing
concern.  "Wait Mommy - I mean, wait, Beth."

She saw one small foot being placed on the floor and returned to the
loveseat.  "No, no."  She said firmly.  "Mommy said stay."  She didn't mean
to be intimidating, but it worked.  The man was worried, the boy afraid of
displeasing her.  Quickly, Beth figured out how to work the sound system.
Slipping in the disc and hitting "play", she returned to him.

"Whenever Mommy says do something," the young mother admonished, "Bobby must
obey.  Always obey Mommy."  The boy nodded.

As if in response to Bobby's submission to Mommy's will, the room was filled
with cheerful music.  Not the precise strings and woodwinds of his usual
classical selection, but he smiled as he heard the children's music.  Beth
sat next to Bobby and bounced him on her leg in time to the music.  He gave
her a smile that seemed to stretch from head to toe.

The next song was a waltz, yet done with cartoonish animal voices.  The man
peeked out again.  "Care to dance?"

Beth thought that was a fine idea; helped him know she loved all of him, not
just the baby.  "Yes, please sir."

Mother and child stood together.  Beth was oddly shy as they moved to the
middle of the room and he took her hands.  Beth had no idea how to dance -
for real, ballroom-type dancing.  But she held onto Bobby as he led her
around the small living area.  He looked so happy, like he had no idea he
was naked, and dancing to music recommended for ages 2 - 5.

That song ended, and another began.  It was a lullaby, and Beth knew, the
start of 4 soft songs in a row.  She held him to her bosom, his hair soft on
her exposed breasts.  She felt so tender, standing there, hugging her naked
little boy, letting him snuggle against her breasts.  His penis, as erect as
ever, was brushing against her bare legs; he shivered when it did.

The next lullaby, she sat with him in the overstuffed chair.  It was as soft
and pillowy as the other two pieces of comfort furniture.  The young mother
snuggled her small child, crooning over him the soft, soothing lullaby.  She
held him with one arm, leaving the other arm free.  She could have tickled
him, and seeing his tummy, full of her milk, she almost did.

But it was a quiet time.  Her baby needed a nap, and she needed to make
plans.  Instead of tickles, she used her free hand to stroke the boy's bare
scrotum.  The soft, wispy hairs there were so incongruous with his child's
body.  She'd take care of that when it was time.  He wouldn't even notice.

Beth's hand achieved the result she expected; Her child shivered, and he
reflexively drew his knees up.  They both laughed together at his ticklish
reaction.  She pushed his small, thin legs down and played with his scrotum
again.  Again, he tensed and they giggled.  Beth loved her boy's laughter.

Then the young mother moved her hand up, wrapping her fingers around Bobby's
penis.  This time he gasped.  Beth was worried for a second that she'd hurt
his delicate treasures, but when she went to move her hand, he covered them
with is own, smaller hands.  Blushing bashfully, he smiled up at her.

She moved her hand carefully, gently, squeezing and pulling him with the
care of a mother for her infant son.  All the while, she crooned over him
the soft lullabies that were playing.  She inconspicuously hit "pause" on
the remote by the chair when the series of lullabies ended.

Then, she began talking to him, "love you, Bobby.  Mommy loves Bobby, Mommy
loves her little baby."  Bobby stared up at her, entranced.  Mommy squeezed
and pulled on his penis a little more firmly, continuing to hold him in the
spell of her voice.  "Mommy will always love Bobby, and always take care of
Bobby, and Bobby will always trust Mommy, obey Mommy."

Beth followed her maternal instinct, giving her child pleasure until he
whimpered with the intensity of her touch.  All the while speaking to him.
"Oh how good it feels!  This is how Bobby feels when he trusts Mommy.  This
is how it feels to obey Mommy."  She kept him just shy of coming.  "Oh how
Mommy loves her little baby Bobby!  Bobby will always be Mommy's baby."

At last Mommy let her spellbound boy have his release.  "Bobby loves to obey
Mommy, doesn't he?"  Smiling her approval at the little boy's enthusiastic
"Yes, Mommy!" she pulled a little more firmly, squeezed him just a little
harder.  "Does Bobby want to obey Mommy now?"  The small child nodded
eagerly.  "Do you trust Mommy?"  He nodded again, whimpering.

"Good boy!"  Beth praised her infant son.  "Now come for Mommy!"  The little
boy's body eagerly obeyed her.  Mommy kept masturbating the boy as he came,
using his come to make him slippery in her hand.  She kept praising him as
she did so.  "What a good boy, Bobby!  Look at you obeying Mommy.  How good
it feels to obey Mommy, how good Bobby feels when he trusts Mommy!"

When Beth finally let him stop coming, Bobby was beyond exhaustion.  He lay
panting on her lap, looking up into her eyes with an expression of love and
gratitude that almost made her come also.  Heedless of the messy splatter of
come on both of them, he closed his eyes.  He didn't stir, even when she
awkwardly stood with him in her arms, and took him to their bedroom.

Bobby opened his eyes when she began washing him with a wet washcloth.  He
still looked so serene, so peaceful.  Beth murmured "I love you," over and
over, while she gently washed his body.  She had already done herself, so
she only looked wet instead of wet and sticky.  'Oh my,' she thought.  'What
a mess!'  Next time, she'd have a towel ready.

Before she was done washing her boy, the young mother noticed he was fast
asleep.  She gently patted him dry with a towel and covered him with a
blanket.  Then she went about their small house, putting his underwear in
the hamper, hanging up the blue business suit he used to wear, before Beth
was in charge of him.

She left the CD player queued to the next song; after his nap, her baby
would love the happy, silly songs the other half of the CD held.

Beth prowled about their kitchen, looking for lunch.  She was surprised at
how spare it was, but was able to make herself a peanut butter sandwich.
Two of those and an apple and two large glasses of milk - emptying the
bottle, in fact - would keep her going until supper.  And time for Bobby's
next feeding.

All the time she explored and straightened their house, Beth left her shirt
open.  It reminded her of feeding her baby earlier, and feeling her bare
breasts swinging with her movements made her feel so sexy.  Not that she
needed any help; caring for her Bobby had made her so hot.  Her panties were
soaked.

The young mother looked in on her small child, watching her little angel
sleeping in her bed.  And fingering herself through her shorts.  She
considered fucking the man in his sleep, but she didn't want to disturb her
boy's nap.

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