All in . . . no half measures. The promise she made herself now rattled around in her head. Properly reminded of said promise, Gail gave in, determining she would play this new game to its fullest extent.
“OK, OK boys. You win,” she said, trying her best to sound exasperated. “I think you both know Mommy can never really deny you guys anything. So I’ll make a deal with you. Since you are done washing them up you need to rinse them off now as they still have a bit of soapy residue on them and while you are doing a nice job of rinsing your mommy’s boobies off you can play with them just a bit more . . . if you like. There is a couple of pitchers right there in the corner I use for rinsing.”
“OK,” they sang out in joyful harmony.
“So just lay back again and relax, William told her. “And we promise to do a real nice job rinsing them off. Why don’t you go ahead and fill one of the pitchers up with some nice warm water, Bobby.”
As Gail obeyed, reclining back against her son, William put the folded washcloth back over her eyes while Bobby grabbed one of the pitchers, the smaller blue one of the two, bringing it over to the faucet on the other end of the tub, but when he started to fill it up with warm water, William immediately started shaking his head no–while pointing at the cold water knob.
Bobby, smiling in agreement, proceeded to fill his pitcher up with cold water.
Gail, totally oblivious with the rag over her eyes, sighed in anticipation of having her tits bathed in a nice stream of soothing warm water. Instead, she got a rather nasty surprise when Bobby, just barely able to keep from giggling aloud over what he was about to do, deliberately poured the water out in a small, steady stream over his mom’s tits.
Gail’s reaction was instant as she bolted upright while crying out, “Hey that water is too cold guys!!”
She tried to squirm out from under the cold water splashing down on her tits, but William was prepared. He produced a long, thin piece of wash cloth from somewhere and quickly wrapped it around her wrists before knotting it up tightly in a mere manner of seconds.
Gail, with dawning horror, realizes– much too late– with her hands helplessly trapped behind her back, she was truly at their mercy. In response, she tried to sink back down into the warm water while Bobby continued to patiently pour the chilly water out of the pitcher in a steady stream going back and forth between her breasts.
Sinking down into the protective warmth of the bath water won’t work either though as William used both hands hooked under her arm pits to hold her upright.
Gail started to panic. There was something amiss. The pitcher, despite Bobby having filled it up just this initial time, was not emptying itself out as he continued to splash the cold water down on his mommy’s ample tits.
Then she remembered what William told her, “I have powers when I come to this realm Mommy.”
More of his damnable magic it would seem as she continued to try and squirm, unsuccessfully from the water’s icy assault, which now was being directed upon each of her nipples one after the other.
Gail, despite knowing her position was utterly hopeless, gritted her teeth, determined not to give them the pleasure of hearing her beg them to stop.
Hearing them giggle now, like a pair of scoundrels, at the mean little trick they pulled off on their mother, only added fuel to Gail’s growing anger.
“Y-you boys are . . . are in so . . . much t-trouble,” Gail cried, her teeth chattering as Bobby now was using both pitchers to pour water all over her chest.
“Go on Bobby, dump both of them out at the same time over those big fucking tits of hers. Let’s turn both of them into blocks of ice . . .” William told his brother before lowering his mouth to his mom’s ear and whispering, “And then we will really be in trouble huh, Mommy.”
Gail would have responded but was simply too busy moaning. The water, much to her horror, was growing colder. Doubtlessly, this was William’s doing as she was certain the water could not be this cold coming from the faucet without a little magical help.
Her poor nipples, already achingly erect, now was the focal point of all of Bobby’s attentions as he directed a single steady flow of ice cold water onto each of them simultaneously. Thankfully, the water out of both pitchers did finally peter out.
“There they are nice and clean now, Mommy. The soap is all rinsed all,” Bobby announced with a self-satisfied little smile on his darling face– like they had done nothing wrong.
“Yes honey, nice and clean . . . and freezing cold. That was a cruel trick to play on me boys,” she snapped at him before turning toward William and giving him a baleful stare. “I know this was all your idea.”
“Well, if you are still willing to let us play with them a bit maybe we can warm them up for you, Mother,” he told her patiently while seemingly unaffected by either her nasty glare or her accusation.
“Really William, you expect me to let you boys play with them now, after what you just pulled. No sir, I think you have had your fun and bath time is over.”
She stood up, while trying in vain to free herself from the thin strand of washcloth wrapped tightly around her wrists.
“Mommy please, no. You said we could play with them,” Bobby whined. “Please, Mommy, we are sorry.”
William wasn’t playing so nice though as he quickly reached out with a pair of firm hands around her wrists and yanked her back down into a sitting position.