FINALLY EIGHTEEN

Nick had heard the rumors about moms getting slutty once their sons turned eighteen. Yesterday was his birthday, so he figured he’d test the theory. 
He timed it for when she usually stripped down for bed, and there she was in the doorway of his parents’ room—standing in nothing but a lace bra and panties, smirking like she’d been waiting.
“How’d that English test go today, baby?” she purred, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and dragging them down her thighs like she was unwrapping a gift just for him.
The lips of her cunt were fat and slick, glistening like they’d been oiled, and right above them, a neat little patch of auburn fuzz—same color as the hair on her head. 
Nick’s mouth went dry. His dick throbbed so hard it hurt. “Uh… fine,” he managed, voice cracking like he was back in fucking middle school.
“Your father’s out picking up your sister from work,” she said, like she was giving him the green light to keep his eyes glued to her. 
She reached behind her back, fingers working the clasp until her bra gave way. The straps slid down her arms, and her tits spilled out—two massive, swinging slabs of flesh, heavy with maternal meat. 
Nick’s mouth went slack, his gaze locked on those thick, dusky-pink nipples jutting out from wide disks of areola like they were begging to be sucked. He couldn't believe that his own mom was standing there looking like a girl ready to be fucked.
“So, how’s it feel to be eighteen?” she asked, standing there naked like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I like it a lot so far” he said, eyes locked on the twin globes of her ass—soft, jiggling meat just begging to be grabbed, spread, and slammed against until it turned pink.
“I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna love all the... benefits of being a grown man,” his mother purred, her green eyes dropping to the thick outline of his cock straining against his shorts.
The groan of the garage door yanked Nick from his daze.
“Better go finish my homework,” he mumbled, taking a slow step backward, his eyes still glued to her.
His mom stayed planted in her bedroom doorway, tits jutting, showcasing her nudity, watching her teen gawk as he backed to his bedroom. 
She licked her lips, wondering how long it would take before that thick slab of eighteen-year-old meat split his zipper open and sprang free.
Nick knew this was just the start—that she had so much more to show him. He knew there was a good chance that she'd take his horny dick places he’d only ever dreamed about now that he was a man.

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