This is a TRUE story!
My name is Pete, I am 28, live in the UK and have a good job. I am a fairly good looking guy, 6'0, and quite muscular. I live with my mother Denise who is 54.
I used to live in London and have a gorgeous girlfriend up until the age of 23. She was blonde, tall and very thin. To be fair, I have had a lot of sex in my youth with some very attractive women. It didn't work out with my ex and I sought a job in another part the country. My mother had moved to a small village in another part of the country and by sheer coincidence I found a great job in the area she lived.
I was looking for my own place because I didn't really want to live with her, but it made more economic sense. I was a bit down because of the break up too, so I thought it might be ok to have some company. It would also be good for mum, because she didn't really know anyone in the area. It was a three bedroom house, but one room was used for storage. I would have the other smallish room. Mum had a huge en suite with a king size bed. Problem with my room was the lack of a bed, I slept on an air bed on the floor because we were waiting for mine to arrive.
It was uncomfortable, so mum suggested I share hers. I was a bit grossed out by this at first, but the floor wasn't doing my back any good. It was fortunate mum has a king size bed, because, to be frank, she is huge! She weights 31 stones (434 pounds). She has always been a big lady, but only began seriously putting on weight in her late forties. She has always been a single lady, with the exception of about two years with my dad. He was a good man, who passed away when I was 12.