Bath time!

I woke up with a start from an awful dream. My baby Adam had run away from me, yelling something about wanting to be independent. I couldn't let him go! The world's so dangerous and he needs someone to protect him! Thankfully as I sat up and looked frantically around I saw my adorable little Adam, sleeping soundly, still curled up against me. I sighed soft and hugged him tight in relief. I kissed his forehead many times before letting go, then I smiled down at him for a couple minutes more before standing up and stretching.

I tried to be as quiet as possible as I snuck toward the bathroom, although if he'd slept through my hugs and kisses I was sure he could sleep me walking. Nevertheless, I tiptoed to the bathtub and turned the water on warm, but not too hot, then I put a few calming salts into the water. I smiled proudly once it reached optimum water level: not so high that my baby would drown, but high enough for us both to fit and be covered. I made sure I had a few bath toys nearby, then returned to the bedroom.

I scooped my naked baby boy in my arms and carried him into the bathroom. I rested him on the counter before shaking his shoulder lightly, my other hand rubbing through his hair. "Baby~ Wake up now, it's time for a bath. C'mon. You fell asleep last night, and I had to take you to my home."

Slowly those sparkling green eyes of his cracked open, and I heard the softest, "huh?" anyone has ever heard in the history of the planet. I smiled and kissed him half on the cheek, half on the lips before lifting him up. He was slowly regaining consciousness as I walked him over to the tub, then I gently lowered him into the warm water.

He looked sleepy-surprised at first, but soon I could see his small, tense body relax, and a faint smile painted his lips. Mmm~ those lips. I'll have to taste them soon. There’s still so much I haven’t done with my boy. I sat on the edge of the tub, lathering my hands with some body wash, then I leaned in towards him. "Turn around, baby. You have to be cleaned up after the past two nights. You haven't had a good, proper wash yet, have you~?"

He gave me a look that revealed he didn't understand. "Um, Kat? I'm not sure I-"

It sounded like an objection, so I interrupted him with, "Adam darling, you can't be trusted to wash yourself. What if you get soap in your eyes! You could go blind, and then I'd have to carry you everywhere! Don't get me wrong, that's tempting even when you can see~ But I want my baby to stay safe and healthy." I didn't give him time to argue before I gently grabbed his sides and swiveled him around in the tub. I started to lather the body wash against his back, occasionally tickling his sides which got cute laughter out of him.

As I continued to scrub his back down with the body wash—which had a little surprise in it that I'd show him soon—I could feel his body relax against my fingers that massaged his muscles. When reached his cute little butt I gave it a squeeze, which got a small chirp from him and a quiet snicker from me. I massaged him there for a while longer, just until I heard a faint groan, then I moved on and flipped him around to his front. _He must have a sensitive ass... delightfully interesting, I thought. _When I moved my hands to wash his privates he lowered his own hands in an attempt to stop me.

"I-I can do my front, it's okay..." he began. I could tell he was nervous to try this.

I tsked at him lightly. I'd grown to do this tsking more and more with him, loving the reactions he gave out. He really seemed to respond to authority, even if he was defiant sometimes. I overruled his objections, saying, "Baby, the front is where your eyes are. If there was ever a risk, it's now! Besides, what are you so sheepish about? I've already felt all of your body... there's nothing left to hide from me." I could see in his eyes that he was accepting these facts. I started thinking, Good... accept Mommy’s word as law. Just another step closer to truly being mine!

I started washing his little chest, feeling over the smooth, hairless skin and rubbing over those pink nipples. Then I moved on to his arms. I massaged his biceps and forearms—both surprisingly toned despite his small appearance. The muscles felt nice and well-developed, yet he was so weak. Could it be that this is as strong as he’ll ever get? I gave each little finger a quick squeeze before moving on to his stomach, sliding my fingers over his flat belly. I hoped to find some sensitive, ticklish spots here but no dice. I slid my hands down his pelvis and around his hardening member, intentionally avoiding it for now. I went down and all around his legs, finding the muscles just as well toned as his upper body. However, my arms and legs were still stronger and more pronounced than his. He hadn’t yet seen me naked, so he wouldn’t know. It would be a delightful surprise, I was sure~ I started squeezing each little toe as I had done his fingers, then finally I let my fingertips travel back up to his member.

I smirked at him, seeing the tinge of excitement behind his overtly nervous gaze. He had been sighing and gasping the whole time I caressed and groped his body, but I knew he had better sounds in him. I quickly squeezed and rubbed up his shaft, then I squeezed his balls, loving the high-pitched moans and squeaks I could **** from him. But he needed to learn to be quieter in the future, just in case there were people nearby. Oh~ How embarrassed he would be.

I quickly moved on to his neck, leaving him wanting for more. I washed over his delicious alabaster neck, knowing soon it would be covered in purple and blue from my kisses, and finished up quickly with his face. I rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs, wiped a hand over his forehead, then kissed him right between his eyes. He bit his lip—a cute habit I’d noticed in him, when he gets flustered or nervous—then I squirted some shampoo into his curly hair, smiling as I rubbed through it. Vanilla scent started to permeate through his chocolate strands. He gave out a soft hum, obviously loving the attention. I smiled as he closed his eyes. He was clearly savoring the way my fingers rubbed through his hair, and I began curling some of his wet strands further with my fingers.

Finally I pulled my hands away and used a watery sponge to wash his face clean of any soap. It was time to reveal the surprise in the body wash... “Look at yourself baby." I whispered to him, pulling my hands back. He opened his eyes again and looked down at his body, then let out an excited squeal. The special body wash had glitter all in it, and now every inch of his flesh was sparkling. He let out the most melodic, special giggle, looking up at me with a brightness in his eyes I knew I'd have to see again.

"Thank you so much, Momm--...!!" He started. My jaw dropped at what he was about to call me. Could it be? His face showed a look of **** embarrassment, and I gently picked the sponge back up again. I rinsed off his body quickly before picking him up out of the tub. A few specks of glitter still stuck to him but most was washed away.

He needed to be comforted, I could tell. As I dried him off with a very large towel—which made him seem even smaller—I whispered, "It's okay if you want to call me 'Mommy.' I'd love it, in fact. I'll leave it up to you, but you should know, there's nothing to be embarrassed about if you decide to." He refused to make eye contact with me, and I understood. Although, there was a slight fear inside me that this was a small step backward rather than a small step forward.

I picked him up and carried him, still wrapped up tight in his big fuzzy towel, to the bedroom. I rested him down on the bed and smiled at the way he was all swaddled up. "Are you doing okay, baby?" I asked. He nodded in response. "Good,” I continued, “'Cause we're going to work on some silence training." I walked over to a drawer and pulled out something still in a package. I had been waiting for a new little to try this on... I ripped it open and walked over to him with it hidden behind my back. "Are you ready baby?"

"Y-yes, M-Momm--... Mommy." He finally managed to stutter out. It filled my chest with red hot flame, and I smiled wildly.

"Good, good boy." I cooed, pulling the pacifier out from behind my back.