How I Lost My Virginity to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 13
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 13 - At 19, our main character feels left behind. While his friends seem to have moved on to new relationships and experiences, he's still stuck with an unwanted title—virgin. It's not for lack of trying; he's had chances, moments that almost became something more. But for reasons he can’t explain, it never worked out. Disappointment slowly turned into doubt, and doubt turned into the belief that maybe he just wasn’t meant for love or connection.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Safe Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Hairy
Once Mom and I got into our seats we poured our drinks and dug into the pancakes. But the cheerful mood was soon broken. As a look of suddenly-remembering-something came across Mom’s face, she slowly placed her fork and knife on her plate. “Honey, we need to talk about what happened last night.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. The inflection she used told me where this was going. “Okay.”
“I’m really sorry about-”
“No ... Mom, I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”
She thought for a moment. “Be that as it may, I was the parent in the whole situation and should’ve put a stop to things ... I really don’t know what got into me.” The look of disappointment in her eyes was heart breaking.
After sitting through a lengthy moment of silence I asked, “So what do we do now?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “We’ll just carry on like normal and pretend as if last night never happened. Oh yea and, Chris, what happened at the front door ... and on the couch last night can never happen again. Okay?” Her eyebrows rose gently.
A part of me was dying to put up an argument, but I decided against it. I didn’t want to pressure Mom into doing anything she was uncomfortable with, especially if it would bring back that look I saw in her eyes moments earlier. “Okay.” I nodded.
My day at school was hardly different from the rest. I learned, joked with my circle and was dropped off at home by JP, who lived down the street. The only difference was I was a little more distracted in class than usual. I couldn’t get the images of the previous night out of my head. The feeling I got from kissing Mom resurfaced each time I thought about our two minutes on the porch. The smell of her perfume and pineapple scented hair taunted me from afar.
Don’t even get me started on the feeling of her breast in my palm and body against mine on the couch. I got my ass chewed off by Mrs. Coetzee - to the delight of Dean - after she asked me to answer a question I didn’t hear. I was too busy daydreaming about that moment on the couch. It was painful to know I’d never experience those feelings again. But even though I felt like moping for the rest of the day, I knew that wasn’t an option. It was still Mom’s birthday and I wanted to make sure she enjoyed it.
Since Lidia only came in twice a week to clean the house, and it wasn’t one of those days, the first thing I did when I got home was get out of my school uniform. Then I placed the dishes in the dishwasher, mopped the floors, vacuumed the carpets, cleaned the appliances, wiped down all the countertops, emptied the trashcans, polished off the furniture, and collected all our dirty clothes before tossing them into the washing machine. It was one hell of a job, but I managed to get it done and felt Mom didn’t deserve to lift a finger.
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