How I Lost My Virginity to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
I flipped a page in my history book. I’d also been thinking about the whole Jackie situation. I’ll admit it; I still wanted to meet her pretty badly. I’d given Mom my word I wouldn’t, but I was seriously starting to think I was going to go back on it. I was convinced Jackie was really who she said she was. But still, I couldn’t help thinking Mom might be right; I could really be talking to some cunning predator.
Maybe I should video chat with Jackie before I meet up with her ... Yea. I nodded. Why didn’t I think of that before? I heard a knock on my door and once I answered Mom came walking in. “Hey, hon. Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Sure.” I swivelled my chair. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Well,” she took a seat on my bed, “I’ve been thinking about the problem you told me about the other night and I think I’ve come up with a solution that can help you.”
I stared at her for a few seconds then nodded. “Oookkkaaayyy.”
“You know my friend Rochelle, right?”
How could I forget her? She was without a doubt my mother’s hottest friend and honestly one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, which includes the people on TV. She had long blood red hair. A dark pair of green eyes, with a splash of brown in her left ... or was it her right? Her mildly bronze skin didn’t carry a single blemish. And her body should only be described as “magnificent”.
She was blessed with a perfectly symmetrical hourglass figure. She had a pair of breasts that brought the image of two coconuts perched in a tree on some tropical island to mind. There wasn’t the slightest hint of sag to them and couldn’t be called too big or too small. Their size suited her body to a tee. But I’m willing to bet my house she’d undergone breast augmentation surgery.
Rochelle also had spectacular round ass, and a gorgeous pair of legs that looked capable of kicking a football right across the length of a field. She was one sexy woman. And I couldn’t think of a single thing wrong with her. Except, maybe she wore a little too much makeup. But now I’m just nit-picking. It’s pretty obvious I spent a little bit of time fantasising about this woman, but why was my mom bringing her up?
“Yea.” I nodded.
“Well, about a year ago she told me what a strapping young man she thought you’d become and even admitted she wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.”
I was shocked. I thought my odds in sleeping with Rochelle were as good as trying to get a suntan in Antarctica. I leaned forward and listened to Mom with meerkat ears.