Rate this story It all began when I was about 12, I lost my father while he was on exercise with the army. My mom was obviously distraught but came round after a little time. She started to get really close to me and I would often get into her bed first thing in the morning for a cuddle. My mom had always worn short nighties in bed and to cuddle up to them somehow felt good. There was one nightie in particular; this was a red baby doll to which she had a matching negligee. I must admit she...
