When I was nearly 15 (I am 20 now), I was very naive and ignorant of adult things like s**. My father was gone, it was just me and my mother, and the only other close family member in our lives was my uncle and aunt (my mother’s brother and sister). My mother and I commonly had long talks on many things, because I was “old” for my age on most topics except s**/relationships. While it was simple closeness and company, never anything inappropriate, my mother and I shared a bed almost nightly, simple cuddling and to ease the loneliness. I had only recently learned to m********* and did not seem to have the desire to do so commonly, it was something I did in the shower when the urge struck. I did not like how lonely and frustrated I felt afterward and just sort of developed the belief that despite what I heard others at school talk about in whispers, that s** was overrated. One evening my mother asked something very odd, proposing that we bathe together. But she seemed to want the company, and that began a period of us bathing together commonly without any s***** contact, and that evolved into commonly sharing her bed but sometimes with one or both of us sleeping n***. Seeing her and feeling her in such close quarters was fascinating to me from the curiousity aspect but nothing more than that. One weekend my mother told me that she was going to go away for the weekend with her sister, and that my uncle Rick was going to come stay with me that weekend, because my mother wanted a girls getaway and my uncle and I could have a boys night as she called it.