18 Once & Then Once More

You only turn 18 once right? That was what I had figured when I set all this up; and I was hoping 

the view was spectacular!

I was bent over the table… 

I, his Mother, was bent over the table.

I was wearing high heels, with no panties or skirt, and my long, dark hair was braided in a way 

that made it look like it was just waiting to be grabbed. My big tits were held snugly in a shirt that 

was much too low, and much too tight. But that hardly mattered, since the glass table I was bent 

over was strong enough to hold 10 people on it, and currently had those same tits mashed into it 

as I pressed my body down, spread my legs, and waited…

I smiled a private and wicked smile as I offered up the view to my Son and his Father. I mean, 

you only turn 18 once, right?

He’d known this was coming… kind of. He’d been staring, constantly, since puberty; and hiding, 

badly, that he’d been masturbating to me since about the same time. We let it slide. I was glad 

that I was sexy, and as a swinger, I received all kinds of compliments on a regular basis assuring 

me of the very things that a young man would want to masturbate to. So, it was hardly a surprise 

that he stole glances, and the occasional pair of panties. 

But then, he got older, and it never let up. If anything, it intensified. I heard him sometimes in the 

shower and… well, I didn’t mind. But about 2 years ago his ogling was really getting his Father’s 

attention as well. I mean, after all, we weren’t swingers because my hubby was jealous and 

didn’t want people looking at me. Quite the opposite. And having a young man staring at me, and 

masturbating to the thought of me was starting to be a not so unwelcome thing as my Son 

began to turn from my little boy into a grown man. 

So, about six months before his 18th birthday, my outfits got hotter, my innuendo got bolder, and 

my husband started “half kidding” about an awful lot of things in front of our Son. Eventually, my 

two men had a conversation when I wasn’t home, and well, here we were. 

From somewhere behind me, I heard my Son, usually so bold and decisive, being shy and 

nervous in a way that, I’ll admit, I was finding to be cute in a way that was turning me on. 

“What do I…”, I heard him ask. 

And his Dad answered him honestly.

“If you get under that table, your Mom is going to be looking down at you while I fuck her from 

behind, and I promise you, that is a show you will never forget for as long as you live. You will 

masterbate that that memory until the day you die.... Or…” he teased.

And my Son, never slow, caught on and took the bait. “Or?”

“Or… you could get up on the table, and watch me fuck your Mother from behind, but from on top 

of the table. Now, I gotta warn you Son, if you do that; then you are going to have a hard time 

paying attention to what you are seeing. Because your Mom is going to be sucking your cock so 

good you won’t last 3 minutes.”

And I swear to god, I heard him gulp from clear across the room. I imagined he was blushing, 

but, oddly, I was too… just a little.  

“Still,” his Dad continued. “As memories go, that’d be one hell of an 18th birthday present. Or…”

“There is a third option!?” My Son said, so lost in thought about his 2nd option that he’d yelled by 

accident. 

“Sorry,” he corrected himself, quieting his tone. “There’s a third option?”

Now, at this point I should mention that, I didn’t even know about option two! We’d talked about 

giving the kid a show for his 18th, and how hot it would be for him, and how we’d always know 

exactly what he was picturing from that point forward. I mean, honestly, I figured it would lead to 

more, you know, later… but teasing it out over a year, maybe even two, had been my plan... 

That my husband was standing behind me, offering my throat up to my own Son was a surprise 

to say the least! And, if I’m being totally honest, it was a surprise that had me hot, wet, and 

squirming. 

Truth be told, if there were two things I loved, it was surprises, and feeling like a whore. A safe 

whore, I mean, it’s fantasy; but still...

But no, his Dad appearently had not only gone off script and offered to let my Son help spit-roast 

his own Mother, (and again, FUCK that was hot), but he he appearently had some third option in 

mind as well. So I was straining to hear them talk behind me, while also pretending that this was 

all the plan, as my hubby continued his Father-Son talk. 

“Look Son, you’re 18; and that’s special. But... That’s your Mom over there, and, while I am a 

world class, hard-core, grade A pervert… I know that, well, That’s special too. So…”

“I am here to tell you that, two kids later, she still has the tightest pussy in town. And if you want 

your first experience with her...”, and I heard my Son gasp at the word, “First”. Which made him 

as shocked as me about all of this, so, at least I wasn’t alone in my sense of surprise, as I 

listened quietly and, ‘kept the goods on display’. 

“So,” his Dad continued. “If you two need some alone time, for your first time, then maybe I head 

upstairs and watch the game. And you go over there, and, instead of me sliding into your Mom 

from behind while you watch, maybe, for your first time at least, nobody watches. And you do all 

the, uh, you know… ‘sliding’, yourself”. 

My mouth was suddenly dry. What followed was whispered, and the two most important men in 

my life came to some kind of arrangement. 

But then, I heard my husband clap my Son on his shoulder, say something encouraging, and 

then… leave the room!

And, full disclosure? As I heard him approaching, and I heard the fly on his jeans start to unzip? I 

moaned! I moaned, and I fucking meant it. 

I gave my lower lip a bite. 

I spread my legs nice and wide.

And a few seconds later, the head of my 18-year-old’s cock bumped into pussy, and began to 

push, every so gently, forward. 

He found his Mother’s pussy to be tight, soaking wet, and ready for him. 

His Dad was right about how long he lasted. But I figured a football game takes a long time, and 

since no one was there to count how many times, or how many ways, anything was done... 

I made sure to suck him hard, and give my boy a 2nd try at making his Mother cum.

After all. You only turn 18 once, right?