Mommy's Boy (celebstars x GoldeGateSon)

Steven was livid. His mother was supposed to have picked up from school at three o’clock sharp like she always did, but after waiting for an hour at the school and multiple unreturned calls, Steven had to go home on his own, something that he actually hadn’t even done before. What few friends he had at school, not many given how much time he spent at home with his mother rather than socializing, had already left, leaving him to figure things out on his own. Despite his neediness and the fact that Elizabeth had always looked out for most of his needs, Steven was still a clever boy. That coupled with the fact that they only lived a short ways away meant that it wasn’t too much trouble for Steven to figure out his way home, but he grumbled and kicked rocks all the way back to vent his frustration. Normally his mother would be there to open the door for him, but luckily he had his own set of keys for emergencies just like this. Fiddling with them for a few moments before getting the right now, he slammed the door open. “MOMMY!” he yelled loudly into the empty house. “MOMMY!” he cried out again in frustration to no response. After it was abundantly clear that nobody was home, Steven closed the door behind him and locked it before he stomped his way to the room he shared with Elizabeth where he continued to fume. Given the fact that his mother was a single parent, they couldn’t exactly afford the most lavish home, but not that Steven minded. He had shared this small place with Elizabeth for a long as he could remember, and the same applied to sharing a bedroom with her.

As the clock ticked away and Steven had a silent temper tantrum in his room, the young teen slowly came to realize that being alone and without his mother perhaps wasn’t horrible after all. If she was here, she’d have made him do his homework before he could relax or they could cuddle. The fifteen year old’s eyes widened as he had this sudden revelation, and a smile appeared on his face. Stripping out of his school clothes and just leaving them on the floor, and turned on the TV. In their home at least, Steve never wore anything more than his underwear since it was the most comfortable for him, and he was comfortable enough around Elizabeth that it didn't bother him in the slightest. For the next several hours, Steven occupied himself with TV shows, movies, and playing games on the computer in their room, and when he was feeling hungry, he simply grabbed a bowl of cereal from the kitchen and ate it in bed while watching a movie he probably shouldn’t have been watching. As day turned to night and the evening dragged on without any sign of Elizabeth coming home, Steven was beginning to feel drowsy. He had since long given up trying to call his mother, and it was already rather late, he managed to get himself ready for bed, and shutting the lights off, fell asleep without his mother in bed next to him for the first time in his life. For such a spoiled, sheltered young teen, Steven managed to stay rather calm and collected while alone. Hopefully, however, his mother would be back by the morning he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

"I have to go, I have to pick my son up from school, I have never not turned up." The woman said in the late afternoon. "Stay, please? Come on we are having a good time. I'll give you an extra few hundred? How about four hundred dollars more you stay the night huh?" Lizzie as her clients called her seemed tempted. "He has never been alone though."

"He is fifteen, he will be fine, he needs to grow up some anyway you know I am right." Listening carefully she smiled to herself and decided to stay for the night although her son was on her mind constantly.

When morning came, Elizabeth left early, driving back to her home. The dress she was wearing seemed rather rich for her given she drove a rather beat down car and lived in a one bedroom apartment. Walking in to the building, she went to number 24 and turned the key slowly, hearing the lock she smiled to herself knowing her son locked himself inside to be safe.

Taking her heels off, the woman walked barefoot along the carpeted floor and immediately went to the bedroom. Seeing her son asleep in the double bed Elizabeth stroked her blonde locks behind her ear before combing her fingers through her son's hair. "Hey baby" she spoke softly to wake him up gently.

When his eyes slowly opened, the mother continued to speak. "I am so sorry about last night, I just had something to do. You see, I won some money and I wanted you to have some." Her job had always been a lie to him. She told him she cleaned people's houses. "Last night one of my bosses took me to a casino. I want you to take the day off school and we can go shopping together! How does that sound?" Her hand left his hair and went to his face, her thumb rubbing his cheek.

Steven was sound asleep by the time Elizabeth came back, and in his vague but pleasant dream, he didn’t even notice her enter the room, thanks in part to her considerate act of taking off her heels before walking through the apartment. He was breathing steadily right up until the moment he felt those gentle hands of his mother running through his hair and heard that soft voice calling out to him. Steven always did have a bit of trouble waking up, so as he slowly opened his eyes and stretched in bed, it took him a moment to realize what was going on and to recall the fact that his mother hadn’t come home last night.

“M-Mommy?” he asked, more as a rhetorical question that anything as he tried to sit up in bed. Steven had always found comfort in his mother’s touch, and as he hand moved from his hair to his face, he couldn’t help but nuzzle against her palm. Try as he might to stay angry at his mother, he just couldn’t help but feel love for her. After all, she had raised him single handedly his entire life. The young teen hadn’t even known who his father was. Elizabeth was his foundation and the on person he could always turn to, and though he was rather spoiled by her, he still cared for her deeply.

“I don’t like when you do that, Mommy. It’s lonely without you,” he finally managed to say in reference to her not coming home or picking him up from school. “Don’t do that again,” he said, half a command, and half a request as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Steven knew little about his mother’s work, but he simply trusted in her word when she said that she worked for lots of different people and helped to clean their homes. It explained why she was gone during the day, as she’d be cleaning while people were at school or at work he had been told. That of course left the mother and son duo their nights and weekends free to spend with each other. Despite their usually meager living conditions, there were occasional instances such as this where Steven’s mother just happened to come upon some extra money, either as a bonus or an accident somehow. Steven wasn’t always sure about the details, but he didn’t mind having a bit of extra cash to spend.

Like any body his age, however, Steven wasn’t exactly keen on school, so when Elizabeth suggested that he play hooky and go out with her for the day, a smile appeared on his face, and the sternness in his voice and expression melted away into a happiness. “Ok, Mommy. That sounds fun,” he said as he slowly sat up in bed, revealing his slim but fit upper body as the sheets fell off of him. With a smile, he leaned in and planted his lips on Elizabeth’s, giving her their customary good morning kiss that they always shared. “If you buy me something nice, I’ll forgive you for last night,” he added with a smirk.

"I know, what I did was terrible, leaving you all on your own." Her hand now dropped from his cheek to his shoulder as he sat up. Kissing her son back, her lips melted on to his for a second or two before both pulled back. Their living arrangements meant they shared a bed and some of their other habits were not what society would accept. To say Elizabeth's parenting techniques weren't normal was an understatement. Part of it was not allowing her son to grow up, she knew it would affect him the older he got, but she never wanted to lose her boy.

"I will buy you something nice, tell me something you want! Anything!" Shaking her head with a smile, her blonde hair waved around before settling on her near bare shoulders with the thin straps of her dress accompanying them.

Standing up, the mother showed her back to her son and now pulled them golden locks to the front of her left shoulder. "Can you unzip me sweetheart? You need some practice for when you get a girlfriend" Lizzie hoped he never would have one, it would mean he would be stolen away from her. But she knew it would happen one day.

Once her request was done, the mother pulled the dress down and slipped herself out of it until she was topless and just in her underwear. "What do you think I should wear today? It doesn't look like it is going to be to warm today." Hand on her hip, her breasts hung from her chest so firmly and didn't look at all like part of a woman in her late thirties. After appearing nude in front of her son for so many years, it was like second nature to allow him to see. It was no big deal to her.

What little anger Steven held towards his mother quickly melted away as she so sweetly apologized and kissed him back lovingly. To the fifteen year old, their lifestyle was completely normal. That’s not to say that he wasn’t aware that other children or teens didn’t live like they did, but to him, the relationship he shared with Elizabeth was harmless. This of course meant that he was rather undeveloped emotionally and socially, but that didn’t stop his young body from maturing quickly.

As Elizabeth shook her head and smiled at him, Steven couldn’t help but smile back and and laugh a little. “Well… I’ll decide later when we go out,” he responded. Despite their meager living conditions, Steven still managed to get most of what he wanted thanks to his mother’s pampering love and affection. Most of the time, if he desired something, he got it without much fuss. Without a moment’s hesitation, the young teen reached out and deftly unzipped his mother’s dress, exposing her bare back to him. “But I don’t want a girlfriend, Mommy,” Steven said as he watched Elizabeth strip out of her rather revealing dress, probably not something quite suitable for a woman her age. Steven always did wonder why his mother would dress so nicely if all she did was clean people’s homes, but he never really pried further into it.

As his mother turned around to face him again, striking that rather alluring pose with her hand on her hip, Steven couldn’t help but glance at his mother’s exposed, perky breasts. He had seen them daily since he was a baby, and so for the longest time, it had simply been as normal as seeing the back of her hand. However as of late, Steven had found himself staring at Elizabeth’s breasts more and more often, though the exact reason for this newfound fascination eluded the young teen. As Elizabeth asked for his opinion on what she would wear, Steven got out of bed with a smile and moved to the closet to look through her clothes. This was a little activity that they two shared, where Steven would help pick out outfits for Elizabeth to wear that he liked. As walked across the small bedroom, however, the young man’s morning wood was creating a rather large tent in his boxers and bouncing and bobbing with each step as he took, though he paid no attention to it.

“Since it’s not going to be warm…” Steven said to himself as he rummaged through the clothes, “How at about his, Mommy?” he asked as he picked out a pair of form fitting yoga pants and a sweater. Steven always liked when his mother wore yoga pants, since they accentuated her curves. This fascination and admiration of Elizabeth’s firm bottom was another new development for Steven. As he brought the clothes over to her, however, he began to sniff around her a bit. “You smell funny again, Mommy. Do you want to take a shower before we go out?” he asked her. This was a scent that he often picked up on his mother after she’d come from work to pick him up. He never knew what it was, but he mostly chalked it up the cleaning chemicals she used while at work, though the odor itself was rather musky which confused the sheltered young man.

Seeing him stand up to go over to her closet, which rested directly by her son's one, Lizzie couldn't help but notice her son's erection in his underwear. Looking at his facial expressions he didn't even seem to have a clue about what was going on down there. Resting a hand under her chin, her fingers laid upon her cheek.

"Huh?" She replied, remembering he was picking out her clothing. Seeing the yoga pants and a sweater, her lips curved in to a smile. "I think that is perfect. The smile turned in to a frown though when he said she smelled funny. "A shower sound's like a good idea I think." Looking at his morning wood once more, Elizabeth was sure she would have to talk to him about it. For now though, it was time to have a clean.

Leaving the bedroom with her clothes resting on her bed, Elizabeth walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. As the water began to warm up, she lowered her back, bending forward to take off her panties. The cotton material slid down her long smooth legs before popping off at her feet. Her groin was smooth, not a flicker of hair around the area which was what her clients preferred and liked.

Getting in to the shower, the glass door closed behind her and steamed up with in a few minutes of her showering. "I want you to clean up to!" Lizzie shouted through holding on to her hair. "You know we never have a lot of hot water. Hurry up!" Grabbing some shampoo, the woman washed the soap in to her hair before rinsing it out.

"Steven! I am not kidding around get your ass in here boy!" Lifting her head up, the shower pelted water down all over her naked body, trails of drops flowing down every curve.

Being a typical teenage boy, hygiene was not always the most important priority on Steven’s mind, and quite often would require his mother’s hounding before he’d so bathe. As such, when Elizabeth made her way to the bathroom adjacent to their small bedroom, Steven simply took a seat at the end of the bed to await his mother to finish her shower. Of course, he would find himself taking note of the way her beautiful breasts bounced and jiggled with each step she took. He sat facing the doorway to the bathroom, and as Elizabeth bent at the waist to slide off her panties, Steven was greeted with the magnificent site of his mother’s bare, exposed womanhood. The young, hormonal teen bit his lower lips without even realizing it as his morning wood pulsed in desire as if it had a mind of its own.

He was enjoying the little show, even as his mother finally got into the shower and closed the clear, glass door, giving him an unobstructed view as the water cascaded over her feminine curves. Steven was actually rather lost in thought when his mother called out for him to join her and wash up, and it wasn’t until she cried out for him a second time that he shook his head as he came back to reality. “Awwww, ok,” he said reluctantly as he stood up from the bed and walked over into the bathroom. As the young man unceremoniously pulled down his boxers, his rather large, erect manhood caught against the waistband as he pulled down his underwear, causing his cock to spring free and bounce a bit in the process. Fully naked now, he slid open the glass door of the shower to join his mother.

In contrast to Elizabeth’s smooth, clean mound, Steven had a full and natural bush. Given his lack of intimate contact with anyone of the opposite gender, there was never any real need for Steven to shave or do anything else really. If anything, the nice batch of dark hair, the only thing he got from his father, actually looked rather nice as it contrasted with his fair skin. “Mommy, it’s cold,” he said as he carefully pushed past her to get under the water a bit more directly. As he did so, the underside of his solid shaft rubbed directly against Elizabeth’s pert cheeks and her lower back. The contact was not lost on the naive teen, however, and the brief yet pleasant sensation made him let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he let the water warm him up as it ran down his body. “Me first?” he finally asked after wetting his hair and the rest of his body. Like with many of the other abnormal practices that the two shared in their household, bathing together was another one of them. Not only that, but even at the age of fifteen, Steven was still bathed by his mother, having never had a bath or shower without her there to attend to him.