My name is Simon and my father's dead made me and my mother to be closer to each other, more than we both could imagine. After his dead my mother was always crying and without any will to live, if she didn't have me I think she would commit suicide. One night I've heard her crying in her bedroom and I went to confort her and before I coud do anything she was kissing me in the mouth with her hands all over my body. After this first time she didn't want to talk about it, it seamed it never append, I think she felt ashamed. But she coudn't control herself and after same time, she went to my room almost every night. Now we don't have any kind of problem with it, she loves it and I do to.