Thread: The Love Between a Mother and Son  (ArcadiaPlay & GoldenGateSon)

At just 15 years old, it appeared that Steven had quite a ways left to grow. In some ways, he was still very immature not only was he perhaps a bit short for his age, being just about the same height as his mother Patricia if not even ever so slightly shorter, but his personality and temperament were also that of a youth. Without a doubt, this was at least somewhat influenced by the close bond that he shared with Patricia. Not only was he her youngest, but he was also her only boy. His two older sisters had been out of the house for quite some time already, and while both of them got along with their mother and brother well, everyone knew that Steven and Patricia spared an extra special bond that only mother and son could have. Being so spoiled and pampered by her emotionally, it became the case that Steven was somewhat of a mamas boy, always wanting to be near and close to her as often as he could. That said, the young teen was not rude or entitled as many other mamas boys were. He was quite well adjusted and polite, save of course for his fondness for Patricia. Part of this manifested in the fact that on weekend days such as this, Steven would prefer to be at home with his mother than out running about with friends. Though they had woken up at just about the same time, Steven had remained in his parents room watching TV or on the computer while his mother went about the house doing various chores, most recent of which was preparing lunch for the two of them. Hearing Patricia calling out for him, Steven quickly shut off the TV before quickly making his way down the stairs towards the kitchen. Coming, Mama! he called out as he went. As he entered the kitchen, Steven was able to see Patricia placing the plates on the table, and he was also able to notice the wonderful bounce of her breasts as she moved about gracefully. Though Steven did remain immature in several ways both physically and emotionally, he had matured in others as well. Most obvious of which was the impressive growth of his manhood. Though he was still growing and maturing, Steven was already quite lengthy and girthy, as both he and Patricia could tell from his morning wood when they woke up in bed together or when she came to rouse him from sleep for school. Not only did Steven mature physically in this area, but he also matured emotionally as well. Though he and his family had lived the nudist lifestyle for as long as he could remember, and he had seen not only his mothers but his sisters naked bodies his whole life, Steven had begun to take quite an interest in Patricias mature, naked form. As of late, he had caught himself staring at his mothers naked body more and more, and this silent admiration manifested itself in very frequent erections, again letting both mother and son notice the impressive physical changes that were taking place in his transition to adulthood. After Patricia had placed the plates down onto the table, Steven looked back at her with a smile, admiring the flare of her wide hips and the heft of her round breasts as he looked at her. Approaching her, he slipped his arms around her, resting his hands on the swell of her plump rear as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes with his own, which he gotten from her. His hair, however, was the jet black of his fathers and was kept in a neat cut. Thanks, Mama, he said with a smile as he pressed his lips to hers for a lingering, thankful kiss for lunch. And milk would be great with lunch, he added before giving Patricias rear a light squeeze and releasing her. Ever the gentleman, particularly for his mother, Steven pulled her seat out for her before sitting down himself as he began to dig into the sandwiches she had prepared for them. Is Dad going to be gone for the weekend again? he asked as he swallowed down a bite of the sandwich he had been chewing. For Stevens entire life, his father Daniel had been absent quite often from their home on business trips or late nights working, though when he was home, he was a good father and paid attention to his son, though the same could not be said of his treatment of Patricia. Though he got along with his father, Steven nevertheless appreciated the alone time that his absences gave him and his mother. As he asked his and swallowed the food in his mouth, Steven leaned over towards Patricia who sat in the seat next to his, and, bringing his head down toward her chest, latched onto one of her nipples with with his mouth. Gently suckling on it, the young teen began to draw the sweet milk from his mothers breast to wash down the sandwich he was eating. The white nectar tasted delicious, and Steven couldnt help but let out a contented sigh and moan into his mothers breast as he drank from her, something that he had done his entire life as she had never stopped feeding him. For them, it was yet another act that reinforced their closeness, their intimacy, and their love for each other.