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.
Mum and I had always been extremely close, often sharing a bed as a child. I was a total mummy's boy, despite being a good student an popular at school and university because I was good at sports. Sharing a bed with mum at the age of 23 was weird, the first couple of nights I hated it. However, after a few days it grew on me having someone to talk to in bed at night and wake me up for work in the morning. Finally my bed was delivered after about eight or nine days, so naturally I slept there. This is where my life changed forever! The first night was weird. I had a bad night sleep and subsequently a rubbish day at work. It was a Monday, to make matters worse. The next night, I still couldn't sleep. I couldn't understand why. I heard mum's TV on at 3am, which was unusual so I knocked on the door. She invited me in and I confessed I was having trouble sleeping without her. To my surprise, she was too. I feel embarrassed, but asked if I could share her bed. She said that would e nice.
After a week of still sleeping in mum's bed, I realised I was thinking about her constantly, even when he wasn't around. Whenever I was at work or out with friends, I had mum on my mind. I knew this was weird, we texted each other a lot during the day, almost like boyfriend and girlfriend.
It was the start of a very cold winter in the UK, mum slept in a thick nylon nighty, I had t-shirt and shorts on. One night was exceptionally cold, so mum said awkwardly 'can we have a quick cuddle'? I said yes and lay there, in each others arms until we fell asleep. I felt a bit awkward in the morning, but strangely horny!