As a single mom my son use to sleep in the same bed as me fairly often (a few times per month for several years). Then when I met my current husband it obviously had to stop. There is something so special and intimate looking back on those nights. He felt safe with me and there was a gratifying feeling of importance I got from it. Lately, I’ve been reminiscing on those special nights and it hurts me. We grown distant and he’s usually cold/indifferent towards me.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gwssoi/45_f_i_miss_when_my_son_and_i_slept_together
Was there sex involved?