ArcadiaPlay
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2015
Patricia was a 46 year old mother of three, but only one remained in the nest. The one who remained in the near was her handsome son, Steven, whom she absolutely adored. They were incredibly close, and always had been. They were much more close than most mother and son duos were, but they didn't think anything of it. They often kissed on the lips to show affection or to welcome each other, cuddled, and even slept in the same bed at night when his father was away, which was quite often. They're family happened to be nudists for since as long as they could remember, and only when they left the house.
They're family dynamic wasn't abnormal at all. Patricia and her husband, Daniel, had become somewhat estranged years ago, and had sex only on occasion, to keep their marriage at least somewhat intimate. That may be what caused her to be so close lately to her son, and she drowned herself in her love for him. She loved the affection and love her son gave her, it had always made her feel needed. She had always been close with her youngest child, but lately it had been even more so. She had began to notice how much he had grown, in many areas. But she tried to push her thoughts to the back of her head.
On a Saturday afternoon, Patricia began to make a light lunch for she and her son, Steven. She took out the bread, peanut butter, and jelly, and began to make sandwiches. She stood there, completely naked, with her long red-and-gray hair straight and flat against her collar bone. She finished fixing the sandwiches, put them on two separate plates, and put a pile of chips on each. "Steven, lunch is ready sweetheart," she called out, and put the two plates on the dining room table. For an older woman, she still had her figure, and was still an attractive woman. Her light blue eyes could light up a room, and her D cup breasts hadn't sagged much. Once her son approached, she said, "If you would like milk instead, or in addition to your lunch, let me know," she said smiling warmly at him.
They're family dynamic wasn't abnormal at all. Patricia and her husband, Daniel, had become somewhat estranged years ago, and had sex only on occasion, to keep their marriage at least somewhat intimate. That may be what caused her to be so close lately to her son, and she drowned herself in her love for him. She loved the affection and love her son gave her, it had always made her feel needed. She had always been close with her youngest child, but lately it had been even more so. She had began to notice how much he had grown, in many areas. But she tried to push her thoughts to the back of her head.
On a Saturday afternoon, Patricia began to make a light lunch for she and her son, Steven. She took out the bread, peanut butter, and jelly, and began to make sandwiches. She stood there, completely naked, with her long red-and-gray hair straight and flat against her collar bone. She finished fixing the sandwiches, put them on two separate plates, and put a pile of chips on each. "Steven, lunch is ready sweetheart," she called out, and put the two plates on the dining room table. For an older woman, she still had her figure, and was still an attractive woman. Her light blue eyes could light up a room, and her D cup breasts hadn't sagged much. Once her son approached, she said, "If you would like milk instead, or in addition to your lunch, let me know," she said smiling warmly at him.