Kate Upfield (2)

Kate extended one hand with a beckoning gesture, the diamond of her wedding band catching the dim bathroom lights from the overhead fixture. 

In her hazy mind's eye, a pair of scrawny little legs capped with bony, knobby knees approached from across the mat-laden tile floor. Her smile grew even more radiant as she pulled her "son" into the tub, suds frothing up around his skinny torso.

"You're certainly getting big for your age, sweetie!" Kate tutted in warm maternal tones, muscular forearms rippling subtly beneath her skin as she heaved the deceptively heavy "child" bodily into the deep basin. Not a single iota of suspicion clouded her features, only fond and practiced routine. "Mummy will still be able to give you baths for a least a few more years. My Bobby's growing up into such a big, strong man!"

Bobby stifled a smirk and instead settled into the tub with an overdramatic squirm of childish energy and impatience. As far as Kate was concerned, her young son merely fidgeted eagerly as she settled in beside him on the tiled floor. She seemed completely oblivious to the tall, muscular adult male form now sharing the bath with her, thanks to the ring's illusions bathing her own mind in a thick fog of manipulated reality.

"Settle down now Bobby...you know the rules, no splashing unless you want Mummy to take away the rubber duckies," Kate mock-scolded without any heat, playfully flicking a handful of bubbles back at him.

He responded with an exaggerated gasp of surprise and outrage, smashing his palms down against the surface to send sprays of hot soapy water splashing in frothy waves completely soaking Kate's satin bra and panties. She yelped softly as the fabric took on a nearly transparent look from the drenching, both peaks clearly visible through the sheer lavender material now plastered tightly against her torso.

"Bobby! You incorrigible little rascal," she laughed with a breathless hitch to her voice, one hand flung up in a futile attempt at shielding her rapidly dampening hair from the splashing torrent.

"Sorry, Mommy! I'm sorry!" 

The illusions sold the picture of an achingly adorable scene - a young boy grinning impishly up at his doting mother, having just misbehaved with a playful splash and earning her breathless laughter rather than any true scolding. Though appearances deceived, Kate's mind remained firmly entranced by the manufactured reality Bobby's ring projected.

"Since you're already soaked, mummy, perhaps you'd care to join me?" Bobby spoke in perfect childlike innocence, widening his eyes into an exaggerated pleading expression so achingly cute it could melt even the coldest heart. "It'll be ever so much more fun if we bathe together!"

"Oh, you sweet little scamp," Kate chuckled indulgently, the very picture of a affectionate parent thoroughly charmed by the antics of a precious child. With deft motions she unfastened the drenched satin bra, allowing it to slip down her slender arms before letting the scrap of saturated fabric splat against the tile in a sodden heap.

Her impressive breasts jiggled freely on her chest, the dusky pink areolas and peaked nipples left utterly exposed without any lingering hint of shame or embarrassment. In Kate's hazy mindset it was the most natural thing in the world to share an innocent bath with her "young son", unbound by any societal taboos or constraints. She reveled simply in the comforting routines and bonding experiences all mothers shared with their children.

With a wriggle of supple feminine curves, Kate slipped fully into the foaming tub to sit cross-legged facing Bobby. The steaming water lapped deliciously against her bare skin as she leaned over to wring out her long dark hair, rivulets of hot moisture tracing tantalizing paths down the sloping contours of her bosom before dripping back into the soapy depths.

Kate's sculpted arms enveloped Bobby in a crushing maternal embrace, her bare breasts pillowing against his chest as she pulled the larger male form tightly against her. Beads of hot bathwater trickled in glistening rivulets down the creamy slopes of her torso, mingling with lavish swirls of fragrant lather clinging to her curves.

"Why Bobby, aren't you the luckiest little boy?" she purred, showering his forehead and cheeks with affectionate little pecks from her full, rosy lips.

Despite the ring's deceptive illusions fooling Kate's mind into believing she cuddled an innocent child against her nude form, the ardor in her voice and the heated flush creeping across her features betrayed a deeper, unvoiced yearning stirring within. Bobby responded with a mischievous little giggle, playing his part to perfection with the wide-eyed countenance of youth.

"I sure am, Mommy!" Bobby looped his apparently skinny little arms around her waist, running his palms in teasing little circles across the taut flesh of her lower back. "And you're the greatest mommy in the whole wide world!"

Kate let loose a rich peal of warm, indulgent laughter, her curvaceous frame trembling deliciously against Bobby's own as the sound reverberated through the steamy bathroom. Lavish suds obscured much of her body beneath the bathwater while leaving just enough of her tantalizing assets visible to the imagination. Those full, lush breasts bobbed heavily as her chest heaved with each throaty chuckle.

"My sweet, darling boy," she sighed once her fit of girlish tittering at last subsided. With exquisitely tender motions, Kate reached for the little cake of lavender-scented bath soap, foaming up a rich lather between her palms. "Now let's get you scrubbed up nice and proper so you'll be squeaky clean for Mommy."

She grasped Bobby's shoulders with both hands, guiding him to half-turn and expose his back to her ministrations. Sinewy, defined slabs of muscle shifted fluidly beneath his skin as he shifted obediently to accommodate the somewhat pretend bath ritual. Still not a single sliver of uncertainty disturbed Kate's hazy, maternally doting mindset thanks to her ensorcelled perspective.

Ever so gently, Kate dug her soapy fingertips into the broad expanse of Bobby's shoulders, working in tight little clockwise circles to scour away layers of invisible grime and dirt. Though his form was that of a grown man's, she applied the dutiful motions with a mother's patient, ritualistic care honed across countless bath times throughout the years, at least from her fabricated psyche's viewpoint.

"My, we've certainly been a messy one out playing haven't we?" Kate hummed in honeyed tones that sent a thrill rippling through Bobby's very core. "Getting your poor mother's hands all filthy with dirt and grime. It'll take lots of elbow grease to get you squeaky clean!"

She spoke entirely without guile or ulterior motive, utterly committed to the shared delusion spun by her altered perceptions. Though from any other viewpoint, the scene could only be described as wholly inappropriate and scandalous, but in Kate's manufactured mind, she merely attended to the wholesome task of bathing her own rambunctious son. The wanton desires seeping through her tone were completely unconscious, her psyche fooled by Bobby's deceptions into reliving familiar parental instincts and rituals.

The stiff peaks of Kate's rosy areolas visibly pebbled and hardened into twin points as her palms strayed further across Bobby's body. Firm, calloused fingers raked up and down the ridges of muscle defining his abdomen with deep, kneading strokes. Lower and lower Kate's hands ventured, until finally they brazenly cupped and tugged at his swiftly stiffening boyhood crouching between his thighs without a single outward hint of shame or impropriety.

"Mmm, this part of my special little guy always seems to get the dirtiest for some reason," Kate observed with a wink and a mischievous half-smile curling those full, crimson lips. Lower and lower still her manicured nails trailed, until finally her artfully painted fingertips combed through the soft thatch of tight curls topping Bobby's engorged shaft. "We'll want to make sure we get you absolutely spotless, won't we dear?"

"Yes, we do," Bobby agreed, enjoying the sensation.

With leisurely sensual strokes, Kate set to soaping up Bobby's swelling member with lavish twists and pulls of her slickened fingers. Each teasing caress sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, eliciting soft mewling cries that she misinterpreted to her deluded senses as mere childhood whimpers. A lush, exhilarated flush cascaded down Kate's lithe frame, leaving her skin flushed and radiant as arousal smoldered in waves through her gracefully matured form.

Though her grip remained chaste and practiced by outward motions, the raspy hitch building in her breathing belied a deepening hunger welling up from indescribable depths of her womanhood. Fully half of Bobby's shaft was now peeking above the frothy bathwater's surface, thickening with every heartbeat pounding between his legs as Kate's delicate palm leisurely pumped up and down his pulsing length.

"We'll make sure you're nice and sparkling, Bobby," Kate crooned throatily, the fluttering of her lush eyelashes lending an almost coquettish air to her utterly rapt expression. "Even in all those hard to reach little places. A mother's job is never done until every single inch of her precious son is absolutely pristine in her hands..."

As if to punctuate her words, Kate sensually exaggerated several more firm strokes from root to swollen tip. Bobby's eyes nearly rolled back into his skull at the exquisite friction as she lavished his cock with such doting maternal attentions.

"Mmm...Mommy," he whimpered without reproach, forcing his voice up several octaves into a youthful falsetto timbre. As far as Kate's ensorcelled senses were concerned, he remained an innocent child enjoying his mother's harmless bathtime pampering. A slow dribble of pearly pre-cum oozed down from the slickened crown of Bobby's swollen member, disappearing beneath the lavish cover of ivory suds without further commentary. Kate massaged and stroked without any self-consciousness at all, utterly enveloped in the tender ritual as she hummed a soft, comforting nursery rhyme beneath her breath.

The minutes idled by, marked only by Kate's cheerful humming and the soft splashes of sudsy bathwater against porcelain as she lavished ever more dutiful attention across Bobby's body. Every inch of his physique surrendered to her hands' gentle ministrations, from kneading the soles of his feet to raking soapy fingernails in transcribes up and down the slabs of his inner thighs. The lather frothed ever more richly over the surface of the bathwater as Kate's motions imbued it with deeper lathery froth.

"I think..." Bobby gasped before clearing his throat. For a moment, he was being dominated instead of the other way around. Well, he was supposed to be a little boy right now, so it made sense in his mind. And he didn't mind changing the dynamic, all to keep thing interesting.

"Mummy should use her mouth, to suck away all the dirt and grime," Bobby gasped in his most convincing childlike falsetto, widening his eyes to complete the picture of cherubic innocence.

Though his words cut to the core of impropriety, Kate's ensorcelled mind registered only the naive purity one would expect from a young boy still innocent and unaware of life's darker undercurrents. She clucked her tongue indulgently at Bobby's request, features alight with doting affection rather than revulsion or scandal.

"Oh you sweet little scamp, always so impatient!" she laughingly admonished without heat, cupping Bobby's cherubic features between her palms before dotting his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his nose with a flurry of maternal little kisses like hummingbird wings. "Mummy will take extra special care ensuring you're sparkling clean from head to tippy toe before bedtime."