Sex Education
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tony, a college sophomore struggling with academics and loneliness, returns home for Thanksgiving. Since his father’s passing, home has felt emptier than ever, and the holiday is no exception—it’s just him and his mother, Natasha. What starts as a simple family dinner soon turns into a night of unexpected tension when Tony begins to notice things about his mother he never did before.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Slow
Tony was home for Thanksgiving. He was in his second year of college and hanging on by the skin of his teeth. His dad had died the year before he started college and the first year he had put everything into getting good grades. He thought he owed him that much but now...
He was sitting on the couch with the TV on. Natasha, Tony’s mother came in from the kitchen and asked, “How is school?
“It’s school,” Tony replied and let out a sigh. “I’m having problems keeping my head in it.”
His mother chuckled. “Yeah, I remember what a circus it was at times. All the boys trying to get in my head and heart, among other places. It must be the same with the girls for you.”
Tony looked at his mother and frowned. “I thought you and dad were in college together.”
“Only the last year. He transferred in from back east,” his mom replied.
“Yeah, the girls are distracting,” Tony said. “How long before supper?” He asked to change the subject.
“About thirty minutes,” his mother replied as she turned and went upstairs.
Tony watched her as she did and sighed. His grades were down but he still had time to get them back up. Girls were the problem but more like the lack of them than too many.
Thanksgiving was like none before. The Covid thing had everyone staying home. It ended up being just him and his mom. Natasha was putting stuff on the dinning room table and Tony asked, “Anything I can help you with?”
His mother stopped and turned his way. “Nope, I’m keeping it simple this year. No big bird. I’m going straight to the leftovers,” she replied and headed back to the kitchen.
“Leftovers?” Tony said more to himself than her.
He stood up and walked over to the dinning room table. Cranberry sauce, dressing, rolls, sweet potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. Everything seemed to be there but in smaller portions than normal.
His mom came into the room carrying a platter of sliced turkey. She saw him looking and grinned. “Enough for one meal and a few sandwiches later.”
“It all looks great,” he said as his mother sat the platter on the table. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table for his mother to sit down.