Growing up in a small village of close families, he behaviour of myself and my mother never seemed unusual.
I knew we were closer than most as it was just her and I, and we did everything together, more than I did with my own friends.
I can unashamedly say that my mother was my best friend.
I had my own bedroom, but that was mostly for show, as I spent nearly every night in her bed with her, snuggling and sleeping together.
My eighteenth birthday fell on a weekday, and I had a small party planned for the weekend, but me and my mother had a good day to ourselves, me opening my presents, my mother taking us out for meal, before snuggling while watching a movie.
She was so soft and cuddly, being a chubby woman with thick hips and large, full breasts. She had a deliciously jiggly belly and her bum was so round and thick. She had thick, long dark hair to go with her large brown eyes and thick lips.
If it sounds like I found my mother attractive, I won't lie, I have held a candle for her since my hormones decided women were awesome rather than silly.
I guess it's because of her and out closeness that I hadn't had a girlfriend, because I was no hunchback, I considered myself quite handsome.
"Ready for bed then, my big grown-up?" My mother finally asked that night.
I laughed and replied "I have been plenty grown up for years, mum."
"I know baby, but it's official now, you're a man." She said with a fond smile.
I followed her upstairs and went into my own room to let her change into her nightie, then she called me into her room.
"Still want to sleep with your mummy?" She asked, her tone oddly tentative.
"Of course I do, I'm eighteen, nothing's changed mum."
She smiled and I slid in beside her in my boxers. That was all I ever wore in bed. My mum wore thigh-length nighties that showed off her amazing cleavage, many a night of which I had fallen asleep with my head buried in.
Only this time, she wasn't wearing one.
I had snuggled right up to her when I felt her bare breasts against my chest, her nipples hard and poking my chest.
Before I could vocalise my shock, she said "Things have changed, son, you're an adult now. When adults share a bed they don't need to wear clothes, I hope you don't mind?"
"Of course not." I stuttered, suddenly achingly erect.
"Want to take your boxers off?" She asked sweetly.
Without answering I kicked them off and tentatively returned to the cuddle. I gazed into her eyes, though I probably looked terrified, surely she could feel my erection pressing against her thigh?
Her glance downward told me she could, though she smiled proudly.
"Do you love me?" My mother asked.