It was difficult for me to keep a serious tone - it was so funny to watch a shy naked boy.

- Didn't your mother teach you to write in the pot? - I smiled, continuing to tease Sasha, - And you also declare that you are big. You're worse than a two year old. You stand and do not know what to do with this pot.

The boy looked down, embarrassed.

“Nothing, now we will teach little Sasha how to use the pot,” I said, squatting next to the boy.

Sasha snorted offendedly. “She doesn’t like being pissed off like a baby,” I smiled to myself.

“Each boy has a small tap between the legs,” said Sasha affectionately, lifting his thin little pussy with her fingers.

An eight-year-old boy shuddered, as if he were electrocuted. “I didn’t expect to be touched there,” I smirked to myself. I have long wanted to touch the pod hanging from the boy between my legs - from the moment I divided Sasha naked. Satisfied that I had found a suitable excuse, I began to grope a children's pisyunchik. The soft wand ended in a tiny proboscis. “Just a peel,” I realized, squeezing my fingers through this gentle proboscis.

- What, Sasha? - I smiled, continuing to pull a thin little boy pod, - Forgot why little boys need a pisyunchik? Kohl, by the way, just showed it to everyone. Let us ask him.

- Do not! - young Colina mom laughed, - And then he will arrange another free demonstration.

Everyone laughed.

“Letter-letter-letter,” I began to sentence, still holding Sasha's pisyunchik with my fingers, “Who will let the trickle in the pot now?”

I knew that I would not get anything from the shy boy, but still continued to gently persuade him as a little one. I just liked to tease the eight-year-old tomboy, watching how he was embarrassed.

- And how long have you been going to persuade him? - Natasha smiled, - Let me pour water into the basin for now.

I persuaded Sasha for a couple of minutes until Natasha filled the basin for the boy with warm water.

- So you will not write in the pot? - I strictly asked Sasha, - Look at me! This is Aunt Vika with her Kolya kind. And if you let me have a trickle in my basin, I'll arrange it for you!

I brought a stool and helped Sasha to climb on the table.

- Become a pelvis! - I ordered.

The boy cautiously stepped into the hot water.

“Well, well done,” I praised him.

Suddenly, Sasha blushed again and covered himself between his legs. Noticing that he was looking out the window, I immediately understood why he again began to be shy. We were on the first floor, not to mention the fact that the table on which I was bathing Sasha, stood at one of the two large windows. There were no curtains on the windows, so everyone in the yard could clearly see what was happening in our kitchen.

- Stop hiding behind! - I ordered the boy.

- Larisa and Masha are shy, - Natasha smiled.

Two girls of school age really stood outside the window: about a couple of years younger than me. Both were so similar that there was no doubt that they were sisters. One of the girls pointed to our window with a finger and whispered something in the ear of the other, after which both laughed.

- Well? - I looked expectantly at Sasha, - Who said not to hide behind? Now you will get again on the pope!

Having forced Sasha's hands apart, I decided to turn the shy boy over to face the window so that the girls in the yard would admire him well. Laughing sisters came closer - almost close to the house - and Natasha waved to them. The girls smiled warmly and waved back.

- And what are you standing? - I turned to Sasha, - also wave a pen.

Red for the embarrassment of the boy and did not think to fulfill my request.

- Who said? - I raised my voice, - Again, do not listen to me? You have no slap, you do not understand anything.

Throwing me offended look, Sasha reluctantly waved to the girls hand. They laughed and waved back. After that they went somewhere. However, literally a minute later one of the girls came into our kitchen.

- Hello, Masha, - I greeted the young guest Vika.

- Hello, Aunt Vika, - smiled girl, - What is going on in your kitchen?

“You don't see, we are bathing the little ones,” said Vika.

- And such a big boy too? - Masha was surprised.

- Why? - Natasha smiled, - So, in a basin of all children it is more convenient to bathe. And small, and older, like this one.

Masha incredulously looked at Natasha, as if she could not understand whether she was joking or not.

“Olya so punished her Sasha for bad behavior,” explained Natasha, “the boy has to spend the whole day like a little girl with her today.

- Oh, that's what's the matter! - Masha laughed, - And Larisa and I both laughed when we saw this boy in the pelvis naked. They could not believe that he, too, was bathed like a little one.

Natasha brought me a jug of warm water and I began to wash Sasha. The naked eight-year-old boy was terribly shy - especially Masha, who was staring at him. Soon Ira came up to our table, who had already managed to wash and wipe her one and a half year old toddler. Now she just stood with Kohl wrapped in a towel in her arms and watched me bathe my boy.

“We wash the neck and the pens,” I said gently, soaping Sasha with a blue sponge, “That's it — first the left pen, now the right one.” And now breast.

Quickly washing the boy's chest, I took up his stomach, but reaching for Sasha's pubis with a sponge, I decided to soap his back before washing between my legs.

- So-ak, - I stretched out in half a minute, - I was lathered in the back. Now ass.

I generously poured sponge with liquid soap and tried to climb between Sasha's halves, but nothing came of it because the boy squeezed the ass hard.

- I squeezed and does not allow a sponge in the ass, - I complained to Ira standing next to me.

- Boys in general are so uncomfortable to wash the sponge on the ass and between the legs, - said Ira, - They also have so many small instrumentals there. Sponge everywhere you will not climb.

“And I never have my sponge between my legs,” agreed Vika, “Only with my hands.”

“Maybe I can try this too,” I smiled.

Lathering the boy between the buttocks with a bare palm was really much easier. Sasha still continued to compress the ass, but now between his halves it was so slippery from the soap that the boy could not stop me in any way.

- Carefully wash him ass, - prompted Ira, - Aha, like that, with the whole palm.

- And do not forget about the hole, - added Vika.

- What to do with it? I asked, barely suppressing laughter.

“And you don’t seem to know what they are doing with the baby’s hole while swimming,” Vika laughed.

- I understand that it needs to be washed, - I said, - Well, not with your finger?

Two young mothers burst out laughing as if on cue.

- But as? - Vika looked at me with an expert view, - Of course with a finger.

- finger? - Natasha was surprised with a barely noticeable squeamish smile.

- Aha, with a finger, - confirmed Vika, - When Kolya was very small, I made it with my little finger, ... Read more →