Cumming of Age
My wife stood in the living room wearing nothing but a pair of expensive black lace panties and a large red ribbon, the kind they use on new cars, wrapped around her waist. My tall athletic son, Freddie, stood there with a dumb uncomprehending expression on his face. Sonja had explained everything to him already, but he still didn't seem to quite understand.
"What do you mean you're my birthday present?" he asked.
Freddie was staring at his stepmother's naked breasts, with his mouth slightly open, and it would not have surprised me if he had started to drool. He was obviously excited at the sight of a naked woman and the fact that it was his attractive young stepmom that stood before him, almost totally nude, had not prevented my only son from getting a massive erection, showing through his sweatpants.
Sonja and I had discussed everything in advance the previous night. Our plan to give Freddie an extra special eighteenth birthday present. Really it had been Sonja's idea to begin with. She said Freddie needed some experience before going to college or he might never have the confidence he needed to be successful in life and the extraordinary blowjob she had given me while explaining her thinking had definitely helped convince me of the merits of her plan.
To be honest, I had been worried about that myself. The kid spent most of his time in his bedroom, jerking off and playing video games. He had never had a girlfriend and I was pretty sure he was still a virgin. I didn't really love the idea of sharing my hot young wife with my own son, but considering his mother had left us when he was pretty young, perhaps Sonja was right. Perhaps he just needed some female attention to give him confidence and bring him out of his shell.
"Your father and I have discussed it and we've decided that you can have sex with me, if you want."
Freddie just stood there.
"What do you say son, would you like to have sex with you stepmother?" I asked.
Freddie nodded his head, but he looked pale, and rigid, rooted to the spot.
"It's okay baby, mommy will take care of you. Come over here and unwrap your present..."
Freddie finally got a grip over himself and walked over to the naked woman standing before him. Sonja was summoning him with one finger while she toyed with some loose strands of hair with another. There had been sexual tension in the house ever since I married a much younger woman. Two men and one woman under one roof had created a certain dynamic. I hoped allowing Freddie to be with Sonja might help ease the situation.
Sonja kissed Freddie delicately on the lips and instructed him to untie her ribbon and remove her panties. Freddie did as he was told and as he pulled down my wife's sexy black lace panties he just stared at her exposed vagina. It was probably the first time he had ever seen one in real life.
"Good boy," said Sonja, "Now take off your clothes and go sit on the sofa."
Freddie did not hesitate, removing every item of clothing in a flash. His excitement seemed to be getting the better of him because he almost tripped over his boxer shorts as he rushed to remove them while skipping toward the couch. Once he'd settled down, Sonja sauntered over seductively, swaying her hips from side to side. Her glistening pussy drew his full attention until she knelt down before her stepson, giving him the perfect view of her gorgeous breasts.
I was still standing nearby watching everything unfold and admittedly I had a substantial erection of my own. I had always wondered how I would feel if Sonja was with another man and seeing her with my son was turning me on more than I had anticipated.