Little child at home

My name is rob and I'm 18 years old. I go to school about 3 hours away from home, so I've lived around my school campus for the last year. It was summer break and I decided to come back home for the 3 months we were off. My mom begged me to come back. She misses me a lot while I'm away, I'm her oldest but she always has a soft corner for me, probably because I was still so small and little. I never did ever hit my growth spurt. I'm an adult but I was still very short and skinny. I was only 153cm and was under 40 kg . I could never put on weight or muscle. She always thought I needed protecting, that I would get picked on. So after her countless pestering, I agreed to visit for the summer.

The taxi pulled up to my home and I rang the doorbell and waited. I heard footsteps steps coming closer and closer to the door. I readied myself for what was to come because as much as my mom missed me, her overbearing personality took quite a toll on me.

The door opened and my mom's presence greeted me at the door, with a big excited smile. My mom, unlike me, was tall; the tallest in our family. She was 207cm, 108 kg and quite young. She's only 45 years, having me and my sister when she was quite young. My mom was still beautiful, without any wrinkles. She had long blonde hair that came down to her lower back and she maintained herself well. Always hits the gym and keeps herself toned. The complete opposite of me, who can't put on weight if my life depended on it. Today, she was just in a pair of black tights, with a white shirt that she left unbuttoned and a black tank top underneath with black Nike ankle socks.

"Oh Cam, you're home" she exclaimed. She lowered herself down to one knee and spread her arms out wide, welcoming me in for a hug. I slowly walked in to be engulfed by her arms and submerged into her body as her long arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight into her. "Hi mom" I muffled with my face squished into her tank top. I could smell her perfume, her hair was tickling against my cheek." Hi baby" she said. She held me tight against her for a few more seconds and let go of our embrace. She held me at arm's length and looked me over, started fussing with my hair and my shirt like a typical mother.

"Mom, stop," I said, fidgeting away from her hand. "Sorry sport, a mother worries," she said smiling. She stood back up to her intimidating full height. I was back to my past memories of looking way up to talk to her, feeling so little around her. At my 4'10 height, I barely came up to her chest.

She grabbed my duffle bag and grabbed hold of my hand. "Come on sport, let's go in," she said leading me inside. She placed my bag by the stairs and walked me into the kitchen. "Sit down honey, let me get you a glass of juice," she said and gently stroked my face with her finger before letting my hand go. I sat down and started getting familiar feelings. I forgot what life was like here, being away for so long, I forgot the treatment I get here. With my size, I was always treated like a child. No one really treats me like an adult, always like a small fragile kid that needs nurturing, especially from my mom.

She walked over and handed me the glass. As I took it from her, I noticed the difference in the sizes of our hands. Mine barely compared to her, it looked like a child's as I grabbed the cup from her. My mom sat in a chair in front of me and turned the chair I was sitting in to face her. "Well, tell me everything, how's school, how's your campus, did you make friends? Cmon, mama wants to know" she said excitedly. So I began, telling her about school and classes. "Well that's a great sport, I'm so happy you're having a great time!" She said happily. "Doesn't stop mama from missing you though?" she said as she reached to grab my arm and pull me towards her. I came outta the chair so easily with her pull and fell into her body. She had her legs spread so I was pulled leaning into her body, in between her legs, her free arm around me, holding me tight to her. "I really did miss my baby" she whispered in my ear, giving me a kiss on my head. "I missed you too mom," I said softly. She let go of my arm and wrapped her other arm around me too. She held me tight in a hug, I was literally on my tippy toes now, standing in between her legs in a weird sideways sort of stance, her height almost lifting me off the ground, her arms holding my weight.

"Mom, cmon" I muffled. She looked down at me and smiled. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and let me go. She held both my arms with her hands while I stood in front of her. She bent down slightly while sitting down to look me in the eyes. "Sorry sport, I just can't help it sometimes," she said smiling and giving me a small pinch on the cheek. "Well, why don't you go get settled in your room and I'll get lunch started. Your sister will be home soon too, she's been missing you a bunch too" mom said. "Okay, will do" I whispered and started walking upstairs.

Just like before, back to the babying and now my sister will be coming home too. It's only my mom and sister at home. My dad left us a long time ago when I was little. I was raised by my mom and sister. My sister is 28 and pretty much took care of me while our mom worked. She's always looked after me like I was her son and treated me the same as a mom, as a child. Even after I got older, she always viewed me as her little baby brother. My sister also had the height gene, she's just shorter than my mom, around 6'2 and also very pretty and fit. She also picked up my mom's love for the gym and has taken care of herself.

I started putting my things away in the cabinets in my room. Of course, my mom would buy cabinets with high drawers. Luckily I could stand on my bed to reach them. I got up on my bed and tiptoed up to start putting some things away.

"Hey sport, no jumping on the bed" my mom giggled walking into my room. I didn't even notice her come upstairs. "I wasn't" I said embarrassed, "I was just reaching the cabinet," I said to my mom as she was walking towards me on the bed. She was beside me and I still wasn't as tall as her, I was still a little shorter. She gently placed her hand on one of my arms and looped her other arm around my back. "I know baby, I was just teasing," she said to me smiling as she pulled me against her with the arm she had around me and lifted me off the bed. "But please don't stand on the bed, I just washed those sheets," she said laughing, as she held me up in the air, against her hip. "If you need to reach something, use the chair or call mommy, I'll be happy to get stuff for my little man," she said warmly, giving me a little peck on the cheek as she slowly set me back down before I could complain. "Jess is going to be a little late so why don't we go have lunch, I made us sandwiches." "Okay mom, I'll be right down," I said nervously, still a little embarrassed from being lifted like that. "Okay see you down there!" She said as she left my room.

It's starting, I could feel it, she was doing it. I knew it was bound to start, I just thought maybe she would have changed knowing I'm in university now but clearly not. I just wonder what the rest of this summer is going to be like.

I slowly made my way down to the kitchen, my mom was already sitting down at the table, with one of her legs crossed over the other, her foot rhythmically wagging. I got to the table but only saw the one plate in front of my mom. "Umm mom, where's mine?" I asked her. "Ohh well I made a really big one, so I thought we can share one," she said. "Oh okay, I'll get a plate," I said. "Nonsense, why clean another plate, we can share. Here come to sit with me" she said patting her thigh. "Mom cmon" I whined feeling the embarrassment creeping, my face flushing. "What, I don't bite" she giggled. "Fine, if your so shy to sit on your mama's lap, come you can share my chair," she said shifting over slightly to make me room.

This was better I guess so I walked over and sat down. "See, was that so hard," she said, giving me a playful push with her shoulder. I pushed her back playfully and we both laughed and joked while we ate. "Oh sport, you got mayo all over your mouth," my mom said laughing. She grabbed a napkin and started wiping my mouth. "Mom, I can do that myself," I said moving my head away. "I know you can," she said sounding like she didn't even pay attention to what I said. "But what else are mama's for," she said giving me a wink.

Just as I was about to get up and get back going upstairs, I felt a pair of hands grab me by the armpits. My mom lifted me up slightly off the chair and put me right onto her lap. I started to struggle to get off but she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight into her so my back was against her. "See, it's not so bad sitting on your mama's lap," she said squeezing me tight. "Mom cmon, I told you I'm too old for this" I yelled annoyed and very embarrassed. "Oh honey, you're never too old for mommy" she cooed bringing her face against mine and giving me an extra tight squeeze. "You'll always be my baby" she whispered giving me a little peck on my cheek.

I couldn't believe it, wasn't even 2 hours and I was already being held on her lap like a child, instead of an 18-year-old man. I felt my body being shifted. I felt my mom's arm scoop my legs up and turn me so that I was lying cradled in her lap now. She dropped my legs to fall over hers and put her arm over the top of them with her hand resting on my butt. She pulled my cradled body tight to her and looked down at me with a smile. She was holding me like I was a newborn baby.

"Oh I missed this so much honey" she whispered as she gently started rocking me in her lap. "Mom, please..."I begged, my embarrassment at its max. "It's okay honey, it's just mama, just relax baby and feel the moment" she cooed at me. "Mom, please I'm not a baby anymore..." I started. "Come honey, mama has a surprise for you," she said interrupting me as she stood up with me in her arms, cradled tight to her body.

She carried me up the stairs and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She continued to walk around her room, slowly rocking me in her arms. "Mama's so happy your home honey, mama missed this so much" she cooed at me. She then walked over to the chair in her room and sat down with me back in her lap. "Do you want to make mama happy baby?" She asked me quietly. I knew what this meant, this is what I was hoping wouldn't happen. I didn't want this, I was praying this wouldn't happen. "Mom please, I'm 18 now..." I said softly. "I know honey, you're mama's big baby, aren't you honey?" "Mom please..." "Say it, baby, say your mama's baby," she said squeezing me to her body tighter, my head now up against her firm breast. "I'm your baby" I whispered. "Mama, call me mama honey" she whispered. "Mama, mama," I said softly.

"Oh sweety, mama loves you" she cooed and kissed me on the head. She then slowly pulled up her tank top revealing her naked breast. She brought my head up against it so that her nipple was right around my mouth. "Latch on baby, mama has what you need," she said. "Mom, please..." I begged one last time. "Latch on sweety," she whispered and I did.

I latched on and sucked. I heard my mom making noises as I continued sucking. I felt her milk fill into my mouth and I drank. I felt her stroking my hair, saying things to me like "That's a good boy, that's it baby just like that my little Camy." I closed my eyes and did my part. I just sucked and drank until I got every last bit. She then raised me up slightly and rotated me so that my head was against her other breast. I latched onto that and did the same thing until there was none left. She lowered her tank top back down and looked down at me with so much love.

"Was that yummy baby?" She cooed at me. I just nodded my head. She then set me up so that I was sitting straddling one of her thighs, looking at her. She pulled me close to her so that my head was resting on her shoulder. She began to pay me back while she bounced me on her leg. She kept it up until I let out a series of burps. "That's my baby" she cooed and just held me there, running her fingers through my hair. I just sat there, I didn't know what to do, I just sat there. Finally, she stood up with me in her arms and walked us out of her room. She carried me into my room and walked up to my large stand-up mirror. She stood in front of it and watched our reflection, smiling. She then sat me down and held my face in her hands. "You get some rest baby before your sister comes home, I'm sure she'll have a ton of questions for you too," she said and walked out, leaving me to my own.

I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over top of me. I just laid there, scrunching myself into a ball and just thought about my fate. I was back to the old life, back to being babied.

I slowly drifted off to sleep, I had no idea how long I was out for, but I woke up to some noise from downstairs. I heard talking and a lot of walking around. My sister must have come home. I got out of bed and made my way out of my room into the hallway as my sister was coming up the stairs. "Camy, welcome home bud!!" She yelled out in excitement seeing me. She had on a big baggy blue Nike hoodie with Grey baggy sweats on. She had her sweats tucked into her light Grey and white wool cabin socks which she had pulled up high. Even from a distance, my sister looked so big, she was a fit 202 cm height and 101 kg weight looked even bigger with the baggy clothes.