I was born when my mother was only 16. On my 20s I started to drink and do drugs and after 8 years of hell I was able to get out living only day by day. My mother finally accepted me and I went to live with her. I'm now 32 and she's 48. We sleep on the same bedroom and we start to have sex only days after I moved in. She's still not very comfortable doing it, but she told me she likes it too.