This is a TRUE story!
Just to set the scene, I am Kyle, a 25 year old man from England. My mother Margaret is 67 and I lived with her since birth. There is often a stigma attached to incest. If it is between two consenting adults and no abuse is involved what is the problem? We are ordinary people, not freaks. I have a university degree and work in a well paid job. I have a great social life with my mates and play a lot of sport. Without being arrogant, I am quite good looking and in my younger days I slept with a lot of attractive young women. My mum looks a lot younger than her 67 years and also enjoys a good social life with her various friends. She retired from work about ten years ago. My father passed away while I was at school. My mother and him and long since broken up, although we all got on well.
Until I was about 18 I had never seriously considered having sexual relations with my mum. It had crossed my mind from time to time, but I ignored it because I suppose I thought it would be wrong. I used to regularly go to nightclubs even from the age of 16 and sleep with a few girls now and then. I had a few girlfriends too. My mum had been single since she broke up with my dad during her pregnancy with me. When I was 19 I was accepted into university. My mum was pleased, but was very upset that I was going. We were always very close and were used to just the two of us living together. My mum made the decision to buy a house in the town I went to university and live with me. My friends all said this was weird and they couldn't wait to break free and live in halls at uni and participate in drinking, casual sex, etc. But for some reason I was really, really excited that I was going with my mum. I couldn't really work out why, because although we were close, I was never a 'mummy's boy' and I used to spend loads of time out with my mates playing football and going out drinking!
Now, time for the fun part! It was about three months until I was due to go to university. Mum and me had got even closer now that we were moving away together to a strange town. We sold my bed as it was broken. Although we are quite well off financially, we decided to not bother buying a new one. I slept in mum's bed with her. At this stage nothing had happened apart from a few cuddles during the night. My mum was invited to a reunion with some of the ladies she used to work with in her office. They were all in their 50s and 60s. My mum invited me along as her date. I was supposed to be going out with a girl that night, but there was no way I was letting my mum down! I can't explain what it is about my mum that I love so much. Although she looks a lot younger than her actual age, she isn't particularly attractive and is very overweight (she weighs about 20 - 21 stone). I had always been attracted to young slim girls before! She always dresses in a jumper or blouse, long skirt with thin tights (pantyhose) and shoes with a slight heel. We were just getting ready for the party with her ex work colleagues when my mum's friend phoned to say it was being postponed until next week. I was gutted! Mum didn't mind because it meant she could try and lose a bit of weight during the next week to fit into her new dress!
Mum and I had a great week together, just relaxing as I was on holiday (I had just finished my A-Level exams). I was embarrassed about being attracted to my mum to be honest. She always told me that I am gorgeous, but I didn't think she wanted anything to happen. On the night of the party mum got upset and said if I want to go out with my friends partying, rather than going out with 'your fat ugly mother' she wouldn't mind. I told her that she was not ugly, she was beautiful and just generally complimented her! I couldn't believe she thought I would be embarrassed to be seen with her at the party! I gave her a huge cuddle. I think this was the moment that I genuinely realised that I wanted her. When mum got dressed she looked amazing. Sher had a tight black dress on, a silk top covering her large arms, very thin black pantyhose and black high heels. She looked so gorgeous to me. She cuddled me when she saw me in my suit and said I looked fantastic. The party was basically a meal with the women she used to work with. A few of them brought their husbands. A pretty waitress asked me for my phone number, I said 'sorry, I'm taken'. I didn't realise that my mum was stood around the corner and she heard this. She looked really happy, but asked what I meant by 'taken'. I felt awkward but said that I love living with her and although she is my mum, I don't want a girlfriend because I will never love anyone the way I love her.