Me and my mum have always been really close, and I was the one who helped her through my dad dying while my big brother Timmy was at college.
Ok, here I go. I did once have Timmy, but because of all the dangers f hereditary illnesses, me and timmy split up. It was better that way. My mum isnt that hot, she kind of let herself go. She used to have the latest lipstick always that i could borrow, but now she's got last year's beige.
It started about a year ago, when mum got bak on track after her depression. I had a bf, Mick, when she came home all sad. I made her a tea and she came out with it. She fancied a girl at work that she'd ate with a few times. I comforted her, knowing that my dad wasnt here to help her, it was all me. I kissed her on the cheek and thats when it happened. That moment when our eyes locked and we knew 'I love her'. Our lips came togather slowly and I dug my tongue into her mouth. It ndidnt go any further then but a few weeks later, after we had been secretly sharing the bed, she kissed me again when we were in the basement getting wine.
