How I Lost My Virginity to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 17
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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
When our food and drinks arrived, we ate, drank and continued to chat. I learned quite a bit more about Rochelle. Her divorce settlements had pretty much funded her lifestyle and allowed her to become the owner of her own makeup and hair business. Apparently, a lot of women liked her look, and it also helped her rack up a healthy following on social media.
Rochelle also felt free enough to tell me about her first job as a nude model, which she got into after dropping out of college. It was information that stunned me. But she said she didn’t do anything vulgar. The magazines she posed for only published tasteful material. I also told her a little bit about myself, but my life seemed far less interesting. She hung on my every word, though, and threw in a chuckle every now and then.
It surprised me to learn how easy she was to talk to. I thought I’d stutter through half of my sentences. But it felt like I was talking to a friend. I also nearly told her about my predicament in the sex department, but thought it would be best to keep it to myself. I was sure she too hadn’t exposed all her secrets and I didn’t want to come across as obvious.
“You know, Chris, I have to admit; I didn’t think I’d have this good of a time tonight.”
“Ouch, that hurt.” I placed my hands over my heart.
She chuckled. “I’m glad I decided to come out with you, though.”
“Me too.” I stuck my spoon into my hot fudge Sunday. “But the night isn’t over yet.”
“It’s not?”
“Mm-mm.” I shook my head. “How does bowling sound?”
“Pretty fun actually.”
“Great. But before we leave, I’ve been dying to ask you something all night.”
“What is it?”
“My matric dance is coming up pretty soon and I don’t have a date. Would you mind if I took you?”
She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Sure ... Why not?”
I couldn’t ask for a better end to our dinner date. I’d just booked the most gorgeous woman I know for my matric dance, which was basically our prom. I’d be the most envied guy on the night. After we finished our plates of desert I paid the bill and then led Rochelle back to the car with our arms linked. I opened the door for her, got into the driver’s seat and drove a few blocks down the road. The bowling alley wasn’t far away from the restaurant.
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