What Mrs. Renata Agreed to That Morning

I got out of bed with my body still heavy from the long night and walked barefoot to the bathroom. The house was silent, that thick stillness of the early hours, when the sun has only just begun to filter through the blinds and the rest of the world is still asleep. I wasn’t. I never slept well in that house, not with everything that went on between those walls.

The bathroom door was ajar, and that sliver was enough to stop me. I peeked in slowly and saw her: Mrs. Renata, turned away from me, completely naked, one hand braced against the wall while she adjusted the water temperature with the other. Steam was beginning to fog the mirror and cast a sheen over the skin of her back. I saw her big, round ass, that heavy flesh that moved only slightly with each gesture, and the crease between her cheeks opening as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Below, hanging between her thighs, I caught sight of the swollen lips of her cunt, still reddened from the night.

Renata had the kind of body only years well lived can give you: wide hips, firm thighs, a broad back that ended in a still-defined waist. She wasn’t a woman who hid herself. On the contrary, she had learned to use every inch of herself as a weapon, and the two men in that house knew it all too well.

We had spent almost the whole dawn tangled up together, and even so, seeing her hips exposed like that sent a jolt through me I hadn’t expected at that hour. My cock rose on its own under my underwear, hard, throbbing against the fabric as if the whole night hadn’t been enough. I went in without making a sound, feeling the floor warm under my feet, and grabbed her by the waist, pressing myself against her ass so she could feel what I’d brought her.

—Good morning, Mrs. Renata —I murmured against her nape, running my tongue through the hollow behind her ear.

She jumped when she felt my hands on her hips and my cock wedging itself between her cheeks. She turned on instinct, covering herself for a moment with her arms, and ended up sitting on the edge of the toilet, looking at me with that mix of reproach and amusement I already knew so well. Her tits bounced heavily against her chest as she sat down, the dark nipples still hard, marked by the bites I’d left her hours earlier.

—Oh, Damián! You scared me —she said, one hand going to her chest.

Her face had ended up right at the level of my waist, and there was no need to say much more. I looked down at her and smiled. She narrowed her eyes, still with her hair rumpled from the bed and a faint mark on her neck that I myself had left her hours before.

—Just look at the state I find you in.

She followed the line of my gaze and understood immediately. She let out a low laugh, shook her head, and lowered the waistband of my underwear with two fingers, almost lazily. My cock sprang out, heavy, the glans shining with drops and the veins standing out from how hard it was. Renata looked at it closely, licked her lips without realizing it, and stroked my balls with the tips of her fingers.

—Little Damián, let me take a bath and then we’ll continue from last night. I’m a mess.

All this had started months earlier, almost by accident, one dawn when the three of us finished off one bottle too many and the conversation drifted into places none of us had dared name before. What that night seemed like a slip became a habit, and the habit, with time, something like a pact. Renata made the rules, we followed them, and nobody asked questions in daylight.

But seeing her like that, seated there, damp with the steam beginning to fill the bathroom, put another idea in my head. One she already knew how to read on my face before I said a word.

—Just a quick taste —I asked, dragging the tip of my cock across her lips.

—No, Damián, let me bathe first —she answered, though her tone didn’t quite close the door, and she had already stuck out her tongue to lick my glans almost without meaning to.

—It’ll be quick, Mrs. Renata.

—No, I said.

It was the same game as always. She put up resistance because she knew we both liked it better that way, and I pushed because I knew how far I could go. It was a script we’d repeated so many times we barely needed words anymore: she pretended to refuse, I pretended not to hear her, and the two of us knew exactly where the line was that neither of us would cross. That was the fun of it. I took her by the hair, slowly but firmly, and guided her face toward me. I rubbed my cock along her cheek, her lips, her chin, leaving a wet trail across her face.

—Damián... wait... —she murmured, without really pulling away, her lips parted and her hot breath hitting my glans.

She flailed a little, more out of habit than anything else. I knew the word she used when she truly didn’t like something, and that word didn’t come. So I kept going, one hand in her hair and the other finishing to pull down my clothes. I rested the tip against her lips and pushed slowly; she yielded, opened her mouth, and let me in. I felt the heat of her tongue, the edge of her teeth barely grazing me, and the way she hollowed her cheeks to suck me as I slid it in all the way.

—Mmm, no... —she repeated, but her voice had that edge I already recognized, muffled by the cock filling her mouth.

I started moving her head, fucking her mouth slowly at first, watching how her lips stretched around my cock and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. I grabbed her hair with both hands and shoved her face down against my pubis until I felt her gag and she had to push at my thigh to get air. When I let her go, a string of spit hung from her mouth to the glans, and she was panting with tear-bright eyes and a crooked smile.

—If you don’t want it like that —I said, leaning in— then we do something else.

I tilted her head back a little and asked her to take her hands away. She hesitated for a second, that second that was part of the ritual, and obeyed. She closed her eyes, anticipating.

—Hold still —I told her softly.

What came next was one of the games she herself had suggested weeks earlier, one night when wine made her confessional and she told me what really turned her on. I aimed and let the heat fall over her. Renata squeezed her eyelids and mouth shut and moved her head just a little, and that movement only made me hold her more firmly.

—Still —I repeated.

She obeyed at once. In the end, it was her who was in charge: it was enough for her to say the word and everything would stop. But she didn’t say it. The warm liquid ran down her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and there was a moment when she had to open her mouth to catch her breath.

—Swallow that —I told her, laughing under my breath—. That’s what you asked for.

She held my gaze for a moment, defiant even down there, and then did what I told her. I took the chance to soak her tits, which swayed heavily with each breath she took, and I watched the liquid run down her body, shining under the bathroom light, slipping over her stomach and disappearing between her parted thighs. She brought a hand to her cunt almost without realizing it and started rubbing her wet lips with two fingers, panting softly.

When she finally finished swallowing it all down, she sucked in a breath with teary eyes and a crooked smile. She bent down again and took my cock into her mouth, blowing me with hunger, sucking from the base to the tip, licking my balls one by one while looking up at me from below.

—Oh, Damián... you’re a pig —she said, pulling back for a second, her chin shining and her lips swollen—, but I love your cock in my mouth.

—And you love it —I answered, shaking myself over her face before letting go of her hair, then I ran the glans over her cheekbones, marking her with the last drops.

I leaned back, propped against the sink, still catching my breath, my cock still hard and dripping. She was trying to get up, her hair stuck to her forehead and one hand between her legs, when the door finally opened wider.

—Nice bath you gave her, Mom —Bruno said from the doorway, laughing, and he was already stroking his cock over the waistband of his pajama pants.

Bruno was Renata’s son, and for months the three of us had been sharing mornings like this. It had been her idea, at first amid nervous laughter, later as a habit none of the three of us intended to break. In this house Renata set the rules, and she had given us free rein a long time ago.

—You too, don’t start —she warned him, still seated on the toilet, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

But Bruno was already coming in, and he already had his cock out, thick, a little shorter than mine but wider, with a purple glans, throbbing. Before his mother could get herself up, he took her by the hair with the same confidence I had, tipped her head back, and shoved his cock into her mouth in one thrust. Renata moaned with her mouth full and her cheeks bulged when he pushed her to the back of her throat. He held her like that for a few seconds, looking at her, before pulling out and blasting a hot stream over her face and chest. Renata flailed again, half protesting, half laughing.

—No, no... okay, both of you are impossible —she complained, though she didn’t make the slightest gesture of the word that would have stopped her, and opened her mouth so Bruno could spill inside what he still had left.

—My bladder was about to burst —Bruno said, amused, shaking the last drops over her nipples—. It’s your fault for being so willing.

Renata no longer moved. For the second time in a few minutes her body was drenched, and she took it with that surrender that only appeared when she trusted completely. She ran two fingers over her tits, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them slowly, watching both of us. When Bruno was done, she snorted and looked at us with mock indignation.

—Now then, let’s all take a shower together —he suggested.

—Always with your ideas, Bruno —she replied, water and everything else running down her face, though she was already smiling and had one hand squeezing her cunt.

—Come on, mommy, today was special. While I was watching you guys, a couple of ideas came to me for the weekend —he said, winking at me over his mother’s shoulder.

Renata finally got to her feet, tall and naked in the middle of the steam-filled bathroom, her tits still shining and her thighs wet to the knees, and before stepping under the shower she fixed each of us with a look.

—All right —she said—. But that’s enough with pissing on me for today. Next time, I decide.

—As you command, ma’am —I answered, and the three of us knew that sentence was the real rule of the house.

The three of us got under the hot water. The shower was wide, the kind she had had remodeled precisely with mornings like this in mind, and the three of us fit without getting in each other’s way. We began to run our hands over her, taking turns, while she let us do it, braced against the tiles. I grabbed her tits from behind, squeezed them, pinched her nipples until they turned hard as stones, while Bruno knelt in front of her and opened her thighs with his shoulders. I saw him bury his face between his mother’s legs and start licking her cunt hungrily, devouring it as if he hadn’t tasted it in weeks. Renata let out a muffled cry, threw her head back against my shoulder, and gripped her son’s hair to press his face closer to her sex.

—Oh, yes, my love... like that, suck Mom off properly... —she panted, moving her hips against his face.

The stream carried away the rest of the night and the morning, and under the steam her skin was clean again, ready for whatever came next. I rubbed my cock between her wet cheeks, sliding slowly along the crease of her ass, feeling her hole clench each time Bruno’s tongue lashed her clit.

The water ran down her hair and stuck it to her face, and she threw her head back to let it fall under the stream. Bruno stood up, lifted her by one thigh, and drove into her in a single thrust. Renata moaned երկար, her mouth open against mine, while I kept squeezing her nipples from behind and biting her neck. Bruno’s cock went in and out of her cunt with a wet noise that mixed with the sound of the water, and I took the chance to spit into my hand, wet my cock well, and press the glans against her tight little asshole.

—Put it in me, Damián, put it in already, don’t make me beg —she gasped, turning her face to find my mouth.

I pushed slowly and the ring yielded with a long gasp from her. I felt it opening, felt it clench around me, and once I was inside the two of us began moving in rhythm, one inside her ass, the other inside her cunt, with Renata hanging between us, held up by Bruno’s legs and my hands on her tits. She moaned without control, said names, said worse things, and from time to time she turned her head to kiss us, first one, then the other, unhurried, with a hot tongue and a mouth that tasted of what we’d done to her before. It was different from the game before: here, under the water, she was the one in charge, and we both knew it.

—For the weekend —Bruno murmured in her ear, never stopping his thrusts— I’m thinking we invite someone else.

Renata opened her eyes, interested, and searched for my gaze through the water streaming down her face. She pressed herself against me, feeling my cock all the way in the back of her ass, and smiled.

—That’s for me to decide —she said, with a smile that promised more than it said—. But it doesn’t sound bad.

Bruno sped up and came inside her with a growl, and I felt the contractions of her cunt travel through the thin flesh separating us, and that was enough for me to empty myself in her ass too, with my forehead against her shoulder and my fingers dug into her tits. Renata shuddered between us, moaning long, her face turned toward the shower stream so it would cover her voice.

I knew Bruno already had something in mind for when we got out of the shower. And I was starting to have something in mind too. But that, as always, was a decision that belonged to Mrs. Renata.

To be continued...