Please bear with me as English is not my first language and my grammar may not be very good. I hope you all can understand what I'm trying to convey.

I should start by saying that I did not grow up with my parents, the one that raised me was my grandmother and when I met my parents again, it was in my adolescence. I'm 27 yo and that happened more than a decade ago.

When I reunited with my mother I developed a certain attraction towards her. I had never felt my mother's affection. I also believe that she began having some sort of feelings when we first met.

I remember the first couple of days that we spent together were filled with affection. Lots of hugs, kisses, smiles, etc. She would fill my face with kisses and I really liked that. She would also come into my room to cuddle with me and to spend time with me. I should add that on a certain occasion she began kissing my mouth, some sort of peck but she'd hold her lips against mine for some seconds. Another thing that she did when kissing me was to stick her tongue in my mouth, she made it seem like something playful and at the time I didn't really think much of it besides that I enjoyed it. It was confusing but also pleasant. I would also reciprocate what she would do with me and she would even suck my tongue. This was just the beginning of it all. Ever since then we've been kissing our mouths up until this day. In our culture it isn't very common for moms to kiss their sons like we do.

After some months I decided that I wanted to move in with my parents. I was very excited to be with my mom again, I guess I craved her affection.

We have a very unique relationship in my opinion. We love to hug, we joke around a lot, we tell each other dirty jokes, and most importantly we're very close to each other.

I have a particular experience that I can't get out of my head, both my mom and I had the day off from work and school. My father had to work so we were home alone this time. In the mornings I like to get up and get a glass of water as usual and while I was in the kitchen I heard my mom call me. I asked her if she needed something but she just said to come. I went up to her room and stood by the door which was slightly open. Her room was a little dark but you could still see clearly. I stood by the door frame and she asked me: - "Do you wanna come lay down with me?"- While she said that she lifted her cover up and I saw her wearing only some panties and a tshirt. I nodded and jumped on her bed. I got under her blanket and hugged her, she would ask me about school and we would just talk about our lives.

We got a little playful and began tickling each other, we laid there and just hugged each other, but she began doing something silly, she would pull my head towards her chest and basically put my face on her breast. I could feel that she wasn't wearing anything under it and her nipples got a little hard. She did it a couple of times and I jokingly said: -"why don't you breastfeed me for real?"- I couldn't have imagined what would happen next. She pulled up her T-shirt and exposed one of her boobs and shoved my face in her boob. I was able to get a close look at her nipple. She has big caramel areolas, about 2in diameter. They're beautiful. I began sucking her nipple. I remember that her nipple got really hard, I loved the feeling of running my tongue around her areola and feeling the small bumps around her nipple. When I got tired of sucking it so I pulled up her shirt and had both her boobs exposed and began sucking the other one. While we were doing this we were both really quiet. There I laid sucking on my mom's breasts as I did when I was smaller. It was one of the best experiences I've had with my mom.

I wish things would've moved forward that day but I was very inexperienced during that time and I didn't really know how to move further. I wish she would've led me on but that was not the case. Up until this day I'm attracted to my mom and I'm planning on confessing to her what I feel towards her. I'm sure she knows how I feel about her but I wouldn't know how she'd react. We have never talked about what happened that day and I'm scared of bringing it up and her saying that it wasn't something that she takes pride in.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading