The Afternoon My Mother and I Became Submissive

My marriage to Lucía had a hidden dimension that no one around us would ever have imagined.

We had been married for six years and, from the beginning, we had built a dynamic of dominance and submission that worked like nothing else in our life together. It was simple: she gave the orders and I obeyed. Not out of weakness, but because it turned both of us on in a way no other game could match.

Lucía was tall, strongly built, and had a presence that filled any room. Big tits, a firm ass, long legs she knew how to use to pin my head down whenever she felt like sitting on my face. I, by contrast, was just over five feet tall and had long ago made peace with the fact that in our bed the power was never going to be mine. It had taken me a while to accept that without shame, but once I did, everything got better: I would spend hours on my knees eating her cunt while she pulled my hair and called me a cunt, and I’d come untouched from my cock, humiliated and happy.

The problem came, as it often does with these things, with time. What had been intense and new at first had become predictable over the years. The same rituals, the same words, the same limits. Lucía began talking about bringing someone else into our games. I listened, though I never imagined where she meant to take it.

—I’ve thought of someone —she told me one night, with that calm she used when she had already made a decision.

—Who? —I asked, though something in her tone warned me I wouldn’t like the answer.

—My mother.

I fell silent. Patricia, my mother-in-law, was a woman who commanded attention from the moment I met her: taller than Lucía, with dark hair cut to her shoulders and that fixed way of looking at people that made any conversation feel like an interrogation. She was fifty-two and looked it in the best possible way: tits still firm that showed in every neckline, a wide ass my eyes kept drifting to whenever she bent over, red-painted lips I had spent years imagining around my cock without quite daring to say it out loud.

The idea of Patricia seeing me in any of our situations made my stomach twist. And at the same time, somewhere I preferred not to examine too closely, something sparked: my cock hardened under my pants while Lucía stared at me fixedly, knowing perfectly well what was happening between my legs.

***

What I didn’t know at that moment was that Lucía told her mother everything. Every session, every fantasy, every detail of my tastes and limits. Patricia wasn’t just a candidate; she had been part of the plans for months without my knowing it. She knew how big my cock was, she knew how many times a week Lucía made me lick her cunt, she knew which words made me come without touching myself.

It was Patricia herself who designed the scene I was going to star in.

One Saturday afternoon, Lucía handed me a package wrapped in tissue paper. Inside was a complete set of lingerie: bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, all in black satin.

—They’re my mother’s —Lucía said with a smile that wasn’t entirely reassuring—. I took them from her closet without her knowing. She’d be furious if she saw you wearing them.

—I hope that doesn’t happen —I replied, though we both knew I no longer fully controlled where this was going.

The plan Lucía explained to me was this: I would put on that set, sit on the living room sofa, and wait. She would go out on an errand and come back with Patricia, who supposedly would know nothing about what she was going to find when she walked in.

It took me a few minutes to decide, but in the end I put on my mother-in-law’s underwear piece by piece. The black satin panties pinched my balls and left the bulge of my cock pressing upward, unable to hide anything. The bra fit badly because I had no tits to fill it out, but the satin brushing my nipples made them hard instantly. The stockings climbed up my legs inch by inch and the garter belt held them at thigh level. The sensation of wearing something strange, something stolen from my wife’s mother’s drawer, a drawer I should never have touched, had my cock leaking inside the panties before I even sat down.

I sat on the sofa and waited.

***

I waited more than an hour.

Time passes strangely when you’re like that: in someone else’s underwear, in an empty living room, certain that something is about to happen but not knowing exactly what. I had been masturbating through almost the whole wait, pulling my cock out over the elastic of the panties, spitting on my hand and pumping it slowly, with two fingers in my mouth imagining they were Patricia’s. Every time I felt the orgasm rising, I squeezed the base of my dick and stopped. My head was boiling, my balls were swollen and blue, and a dark patch of pre-cum had soaked the black satin between my legs. I licked my own fingers smeared with spit and my cock, keeping that tension at an unbearable pitch.

When I heard the key in the lock, my stomach clenched. Women’s voices in the hallway. More than two voices. Lucía wasn’t coming alone, I already knew that. But it sounded like too many.

The living room door opened.

Lucía came in first. Behind her, Patricia, with her mouth slightly open and her eyes fixed on the set I was wearing, on the cock outlined through the satin, on the wet stain at the tip. Up to that point, it was the plan. What came next wasn’t.

Because behind Patricia came Sofía, Lucía’s younger sister, in her twenties, small tits and an insolent mouth that had already looked at me with curiosity. And behind Sofía came my mother, Rosa.

I froze.

—Wha... what...? —was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

—You little bastard —Patricia said, advancing toward me with a calm that was worse than any shout—. You’re wearing my underwear. With a hard cock too. Look how you’ve soaked my panties, pig.

I didn’t have time to answer. In three steps she reached the sofa, sat down, and flipped me over her knees with an efficiency that could only come from having thought about this moment many times before. She yanked my panties down to mid-thigh, leaving my ass and hard cock exposed, rubbing against the fabric of her skirt. The first slap on my ass was dry and precise. The second, harder. By the third I had stopped counting. I felt my mother-in-law’s open palm land over and over on my buttocks, and each blow shoved my cock against her thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum on the stockings I was wearing under the skirt.

—He’s coming on me, look —Patricia said, and shoved two fingers into my mouth—. Suck, filthy boy. Suck them like they’re cock.

I sucked. I sucked them with my whole tongue, moaning around her fingers while she kept spanking me with the other hand. My mother, standing by the door, watched without fully understanding what her eyes were seeing.

—This is all your fault —Lucía told her, turning to her with a coldness I had never heard from her before—. You raised him like this.

***

What happened after that I understood much later, when there was nothing left to understand.

The three women —Lucía, Patricia, and Sofía— had planned everything weeks in advance. My mother wasn’t a casual witness: she was the main target. The humiliation they were going to inflict on me was secondary to what they had in mind for her.

Rosa was fifty-four years old. She was a serious, reserved woman who had dedicated her life to working and raising a son who was now lying over his mother-in-law’s knees in black satin, his ass red from slaps and his cock soaking that same mother-in-law’s skirt. The expression on her face was that of someone trying to decide whether what she was seeing was real.

—Sofía, help me —Lucía said, and the two of them moved toward my mother before she could react.

Rosa tried to resist, but Lucía and Sofía were younger and prepared. In less than a minute they had stripped her of her jacket and blouse, leaving her in a bra and skirt. Sofía grabbed her tits over the cups with both hands, squeezing them without the slightest delicacy.

—Look what tits your mother has —she told me, turning toward me—. Big, soft, mom tits. Never really looked at them before, have you, son?

When Sofía pulled her panties down to her knees and Lucía bent her over her own legs, the sound of the smacks filled the living room in a way I couldn’t keep out of my head. Each slap made my mother’s ass tremble, a white, wide ass I had gone my whole life without seeing and now had in front of me, turning red under my wife’s hand. Sofía spread Rosa’s butt cheeks with every blow, exposing her cunt and her asshole to everyone in the room.

—She’s wet —Sofía announced, running two fingers between the lips of her cunt and lifting them toward the light, shining with slick—. Look at her. The pig’s mother is already getting turned on by the spanking.

I was still over Patricia’s knees, and she held me effortlessly with one hand on the nape of my neck while the other had grabbed my cock and was pumping it slowly, not letting me come, as she watched the scene with a half smile.

—Look at her properly —she whispered in my ear, squeezing my dick—. This is what’s waiting for her too, but first I want you to see how we train her. And you’re going to stay still with that hard cock and not come until I tell you, understand, pig?

—Yes, ma’am —I managed to say.

—Yes, what?

—Yes, Mama Patricia.

She squeezed my cock harder and kissed the nape of my neck, making my whole body shiver.

***

They took my mother to the bedroom.

Patricia ordered me to follow them, and I did. Not out of reasoned obedience, but because at that point there was no other option than surrendering to what was happening. And also because part of me wanted to watch. I wanted to see my mother naked, I wanted to see her spread open, I wanted to see the cunt I had come out of being fucked in front of me. The dirtiest truth was crashing down on me and I couldn’t stop it.

Rosa was lying on the bed, her arms tied to the bars of the headboard with two silk scarves Lucía had taken from some drawer. They had taken off her bra and her tits sagged to the sides, her nipples dark and large, hardened despite everything. The skirt had disappeared somewhere along the way and now she was completely naked from the waist down. Her legs were spread by Sofía, who held one knee with both hands, keeping the cunt open, a cunt with thick, dark hair, shining between her thighs. She stared at the ceiling with an expression that flickered between disbelief and something I couldn’t name at that moment, though now I know it was desire.

Lucía went to the closet and took out the harness. She had bought it months earlier, an adjustable strap model with a black silicone dildo of a size I had always thought excessive: almost eight inches, thick as a wrist, with pronounced veins. She put it on with the efficiency of someone who had done it many times before, adjusting the straps around her hips and thighs. The silicone cock moved in front of her like it was hers.

—Please —my mother said softly when Lucía stood in front of her between her spread legs—. Please, no.

Lucía didn’t answer. She spat on the dildo, smeared it with her hand, and then spat again directly onto my mother’s cunt, rubbing the saliva over the lips with the tip of the fake cock.

Patricia sat beside Rosa’s head and leaned over her. She said something in a voice too low for me to hear, while with one hand she slowly caressed a tit in circles until the nipple stood up like stone. Whatever she said made my mother stop looking at the ceiling and look Patricia straight in the eyes.

When Lucía started pushing the dildo into her cunt, Rosa’s first sounds were sounds of resistance. Broken words, refusals, the body trying to stay rigid. The silicone cock went in inch by inch, opening her, and I could see from the doorway how my mother’s cunt lips stretched around the black. Sofía stood beside the bed with her phone in her hand, taking photos without even trying to hide it, close-ups of Rosa’s cunt being penetrated, of her tits moving with each thrust, of her face.

But the rigidity didn’t last.

It was gradual, almost imperceptible at first: a change in her breathing, a loosening in her shoulders, the fingers that had been clenched around the scarves holding her and then suddenly opened. And then, little by little, the sounds began to change tone. The “no” turned into moans. The moans into gasps. The gasps into a whispered “yes, like that, like that” so quiet it was almost inaudible, but I heard it.

—Look at your mother —Patricia told me without turning, knowing I was watching her—. Look how she’s opening up. Look how she’s coming with my daughter’s cock inside her.

Lucía was fucking her now without mercy, gripping her hips with both hands, driving the harness into her until the straps slapped against her clit. My mother had her legs spread wide, feet in the air, and was lifting her hips to meet every thrust. She came with a muffled cry, shaking all over, and her cunt was pouring slick down her thighs onto the sheets.

Patricia had climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over my mother’s face. She lifted her skirt to her waist —she wasn’t wearing panties, she never wore them, now I knew it— and set her cunt over Rosa’s mouth. Rosa, who ten minutes earlier hadn’t understood what she was doing in that room, was now sticking out her tongue without being asked, burying it between Patricia’s lips and searching for her clit with a devotion I had never seen in anyone. Patricia moved on top of her face, riding her mouth, her head thrown back and her tits out of her bra.

—Eat, whore, eat Mama Patricia’s cunt —she panted—. That’s it, that’s it, whole tongue, don’t let up.

I was standing in the doorway, wearing Patricia’s underwear, my hard cock sticking out of the panties, and my eyes fixed on a scene I should never have been seeing: my mother tied up, being impaled by a harness and eating my mother-in-law’s cunt at the same time. And unable to look away. I had started touching my cock without even realizing it.

—Little pig —Sofía said, catching me—. Come here. Get on your knees.

I went. I knelt beside the bed and Sofía pulled her pants down and sat on the edge of the mattress, her legs open and her shaved cunt a handspan from my face.

—Suck me while you watch your mother —she ordered—. And if you come without permission, you’re going to lick it off the floor.

I ate my sister-in-law’s cunt while glancing sideways at how her sister kept fucking my mother. Sofía grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against her cunt, smothering me in her slick, and I licked her clit and used my tongue as much as I could while my cock dripped onto the parquet.

***

The three of them took turns for more than two hours.

Rosa, whom I had never in my life seen lose control of anything, lost control of everything that afternoon. The initial sounds of refusal became something completely different: long moans, pleas, “more, please, more.” The woman I knew disappeared somewhere in the process and what was left was someone who asked for more instead of asking them to stop. They made her come four times with the harness, twice with Patricia’s hand inside her up to the wrist, once with Sofía eating her cunt while Lucía bit her nipples.

They made me watch all of it. At some point Patricia made me climb onto the bed and sat me astride my mother’s face, my hard cock pointed at her mouth. Rosa opened her lips without anyone forcing her and sucked me, looking me in the eyes, sucking my cock as if she had known how to do it forever. I had my mother’s head between my hands and was fucking her mouth slowly, unable to believe what I was seeing, until Patricia grabbed my nape and said:

—Come in her mouth. Now.

I came. I came in my mother’s mouth in a torrent, my cock buried to the throat, and Sofía took a photo of the exact moment Rosa swallowed the semen without letting a drop escape.

Sofía kept photographing everything. The photos would later serve exactly the purpose everyone in that room knew they would serve: guarantee of silence, instrument of control, the longest and lightest chain there is.

When it was all over, my mother was exhausted in a way that went beyond the physical. They untied her and left her lying on the bed without saying a word, her cunt swollen, her thighs shining with slick and semen, her nipples marked by bites. Lucía took the harness off with the same calm with which she had put it on, and tossed it at my face so I could clean it with my tongue. Patricia picked Rosa’s clothes up off the floor and folded them unhurriedly on the desk chair.

—Welcome to both of you —Patricia said, looking at me from the doorway—. From now on, this is how it is.

***

My mother moved into our house three weeks later.

No one explained anything to anyone. It wasn’t necessary. The photos existed, but more than the photos, what kept both of us in that place was something I took longer to recognize: that what we had discovered that afternoon was something neither of us wanted to leave behind.

Rosa and I became the submissives of the three women. Lucía decided when, Patricia decided how, Sofía watched and recorded everything with that coldness of someone who knows that real power is not in the body but in memory.

They made us be together too. My mother and I, in front of the three of them, doing what we were told: me eating Rosa’s cunt while Patricia rode me from behind with the harness, my mother riding me astride with the cock inside her while Lucía bit her nipples and Sofía filmed from a tripod. It was the last boundary left to cross and we crossed it because we had no choice, or that’s what we told ourselves. The truth is more complicated: the first time I came inside my mother’s cunt, I did it without anyone having to order me, and she came at the same time, pressing me against her body, biting my shoulder.

Some afternoons, when Patricia made me kneel in front of her and suck her cunt until she came in my face three or four times in a row, or when I heard from another room the sounds of my mother being fucked by Lucía’s harness while Sofía ate her cunt, I thought about how I had ended up here. About how many small steps, each one perfectly reasonable at the time, had brought me to this point.

I couldn’t find the step where I should have turned back.

And that, I suppose, was exactly what Lucía had calculated from the beginning.