Bedtime in a new bedroom

Once you had calmed down a bit, Mom told you it was time for your bed time. It was only seven, but you knew better than to complain. You knew this wasn't normal, but decided to go along. You headed for the bed when she grabbed you.

"Sweetie, don't you think you're too old to be sleeping with your mother?" Her voice cut like ice even though she said it so sweetly. Something felt so very wrong but you weren't sure what it was. There was some reason the bed was important... You looked into your mothers eyes trying to read her face. She looked so sweet and caring... but there was this part deep down inside you that felt like something malevolent lurked in her expression...

"But... but I want to be with you..."

"Nonsense, come with me, Ive been working on a surprise for you." Your Mom grabbed you by the wrist and lead you down the hallway. She opened a store-room and you were amazed to see it converted into a bedroom. There were band posters on the wall and a small bed with starry-sky sheets. There were some cheap looking old toys scattered about and an old videogame console with a crappy TV. Most of it looked like it had come from some old garage sale, in fact it most definitely was.

She began picking up some of your toys and admonishing you. And for a few minutes you really did feel bad about making such a mess. Why did you throw your toys on the floor? You shook you head. No, you hadn't done that... you... you... you just didn't want Mommy to be angry with you!

"Mom, I cleaned my bedroom this morning."

"Don't give me that bullcrap Mr. I shouldn't have to pick up after you at this age. You are old enough to know better." You winced from her accusation, you knew she was right. She hadn't believed your half baked lie. You felt so confused though, something felt very wrong and Mommy was so angry with you.

For the next hour your Mom helped you get ready. She dressed you up in pajamas and then marched you off to brush your teeth. She supervised your brushing making sure you did it well. Then she **** you to use the potty so you 'didn't make a mess tonight' and she watched the whole time. You turned beet red as she made sure you had a movement before you could get up. Then she let you soak in a bubble bath she had drawn up for a bit. Your Mom came back in a silk negligee, brushing her teeth before leaning down by the tub. Her breasts spilled out inches from your eyes and your penis stiffened as she reached into the tub.

"Let's make sure you're clean now." She shampooed your hair, scrubbed you back, your arms, your legs, and as much as you tried to squirm away, she found your hard pecker. She paused upon contact and gave it a cursory cleaning. For five glorious seconds she touched it and you almost gave out a whine for more. She accidentally brushed it a few more times by accident as she lathered your body in a lavender soap. Each time you wanted more, Mommy's hands felt so good all over you body and you relaxed under her frustrating ministrations. But sooner than you wanted she was toweling you off.

"There, you don't smell like a pig anymore." She quipped and smiled at you before leading you back to your bedroom.