How I Lost My Virginity to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
On my return, I got behind Mom, placed my hands on her shoulders and led her to the dining room, where I pulled out her chair. Once I removed her handbag and placed it on the table, I told her I’d be right back and not to remove her blindfold. I then headed back to the kitchen, poured the noodles into two plates, grabbed the soy sauce sachets and chop sticks, and then headed back to the dining room.
“Mmmmm, I smell Chinese food.” Her shoulders alternated in moving up and down. “My favourite.”
“I know.” I smiled as I set the plates down. Then I got behind her and removed the blindfold with a, “Voilà.”
“Oh wow! Chris,” she beamed as she faced me, “this looks beautiful, honey. And the house looks so clean.” She looked around the room. “ Awww, thank you, sweetie. You’ve officially made my day.”
I remember feeling good as I walked around the table to get into my chair. With the use of puppy dog eyes, Mom asked for permission to open her gift before we ate our food. How could I say no? She shook with excitement as she pulled her gift in and unwrapped it.
“Awww, it’s that handbag I wanted to get ... when was it?”
I still remember the disappointed look on her face when she checked its price tag a few months earlier. I made a metal note to go back and get it for her as a birthday present. It cost me two arms and a leg, but with the money I made from my promotions, coupled with some lunch money, I managed to scrape up just enough money to get it.
“Thank you so much, sweetie. I really appreciate this.”
“No problem, Mom.” I poured some wine into our glasses. “So, how was your day?”
She told me all about it as we ate our food. She received a couple of unexpected birthday gifts. She got a text message or phone call from almost everybody she knew. Her colleagues sang her the Happy Birthday song. And even Kirsten called to pass her wishes, which I found surprising, since they hardly ever spoke to one another. Mom also tried to teach me how to use chopsticks again. This was something we went through each time we ate Chinese food, and staying true to tradition I eventually gave up and picked up my fork.
“The only depressing part of my day is knowing I’m yet another year older.”
I mulled as I stuck a fork into a slice of the cake her co-workers bought. I couldn’t resist. “Yea, but you don’t look a day over thirty.”
She smiled. “So, are you looking forward to your date with Rochelle tomorrow night?”
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