My ex-wife showed up at my mother’s house that morning

Those days I had little work in the mornings, and that let me sleep in, shower at leisure, and head to the office without hurrying. By the time I woke up, I was already alone in the house, so nobody bothered me. After my shift I’d stop by my own apartment to see the boy, leave before he noticed me, and head back to my parents’ place once it was already dark.

I’d eat whatever my mother had left covered in the kitchen and go to bed without making a sound. I could have taken advantage of the mornings, those dead hours when she and I were under the same roof, but the truth was I wasn’t in the mood for anything. My head was somewhere else, on what I’d left behind and on what I didn’t know how to fix.

I’d been there three or four nights when, as I got up to shower, I ran into her in the hallway.

—Good morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been snoring like a bear for days; I can hear you from my room —and as she said it, she swatted my ass, which was bare as so many other times—. Last night I peeked into your room, but you were sleeping so deeply I didn’t want to wake you.

—Sorry. Truth is, I’m not really up for much lately.

—Don’t worry, if you stay a few days we’ll have time —she winked at me with a half smile—. Come on, shower and have some breakfast; there are things to do.

—I start at three today, so I’m staying for lunch if you don’t mind.

—Not at all. We’ll be alone; your father has plans with some friends. I’ll make you something really tasty.

I wasn’t even in a state to catch the double meanings. I told her I was going to shower, and she announced that she was heading out to run a couple of errands she’d forgotten.

—I’ll be a couple of hours, no more.

We said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and she left.

I got under the hot water ready to let go of all the tension I’d been carrying. I hadn’t even been in there five minutes when the doorbell rang. I figured my mother had forgotten her keys or her wallet, so I dried off in a rush and went to open the door, still dripping, with a towel half tied around me. But it wasn’t her.

—Well, that’s some way to receive people —Lorena said, raising an eyebrow—. And I wasn’t expecting to find you here. I was meeting your mother; I came to see her.

***

She looked gorgeous. She’d put on a discreet red lipstick and tied her hair back in a ponytail that cleared her face. She was wearing very tight black pants and a sweater with a neckline that left nothing to the imagination. The coat, also black, she wore open because it wasn’t a cold day. Over the past few years she’d gained some weight, but she still seemed to me one of the most attractive women I’d ever known. Maybe the only one who never stopped seeming that way to me.

—Come in, come in —I said, stepping aside to let her into the living room—. Give me a second and I’ll get dressed.

—No need on my account. I know you like going around as God brought you into the world. But if your mother shows up, she might be scandalized.

—I’ve been here a few days and she’s already seen me. She doesn’t even blink.

—How strange, considering how puritanical she used to be.

—Yeah, lately she’s been more relaxed. And changing the subject, what are you doing here? She didn’t tell me anything.

—She called me. She told me to come exactly at this time.

—Well, she just left and told me she’d be gone a couple of hours.

Lorena made a face of annoyance, as if the situation made her uncomfortable. Me, on the other hand, a suspicion began to circle in my head: that my mother had set everything up on purpose. She’d said “a couple of hours” too many times.

—And how are you? —she asked at last, sitting on the edge of the sofa—. Why are you here, at your parents’ house?

—You know what things are like at my place. Everything blew up. I needed to get out of there, no matter what. This time it may be final. If it is, I’ll have to find somewhere else.

—Same for me. Things at home are unbearable.

—Well, if I rent something, you can come with me.

—I couldn’t afford it. That’s why I put up with where I am.

—I’ll pay for the place and you can chip in with cleaning or whatever.

—Look at you, so clever. And in the meantime, you’d have me walking around like this in front of you.

—If it bothers you, I’ll get dressed right now. But I won’t lie: I wouldn’t mind seeing you around the house naked at all.

She let out an amused laugh and shook her head.

—You know that’s not happening. I’m not going to have anything with you again.

—I didn’t say that. I’m only saying that I like you and I’d love to see you.

—Sure, because it’s been a long time since you saw me. I’m fatter, and my tits are more saggy.

—I like you however you are. I like you.

—What a liar you are.

The truth was that, for some reason I never quite understood, she still attracted me even after so many years apart. She was the only one of my exes I’d had any encounters with after the breakup, even while both of us were with other partners. The only one who came back again and again to my thoughts when I was alone. And maybe it was precisely those memories that made me start getting hard there, standing in front of her.

—And what’s that? What are you thinking about? —she said, lowering her gaze without hiding it.

—Sorry —I answered, covering myself with my hand—. You’re right in front of me and suddenly all I can feel again is how much I wanted you. I’m sorry. I know you don’t want anything with me.

—Exactly. For that you’ll have to find someone else.

—It’s just that you’re... special —and as I said it, I took her hand resting on her thigh.

—You only want someone to fuck. I want something else.

—Right now I only want to kiss you.

She looked at me suspiciously, as if weighing whether I was serious.

—Really —I insisted.

—Then you’re worse off than I thought.

I didn’t say anything else. I moved in slowly until I brushed her lips with a soft kiss, almost a question. She didn’t pull away.

***

—I’m not who I used to be —she murmured when I pulled back—. Naked, you wouldn’t like me.

—That should be my decision. I haven’t seen you in years. Let me judge for myself.

—How clever. What you want is to see me naked.

—I’m not denying it. I’d love that.

She thought about it for a moment, biting her lip. Then, almost as a challenge, she lifted her sweater and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts struggled to escape from a bra that was too small for her.

—What do you think?

—That like this I can’t tell whether they sag or not. They look very good, but not like they should really be seen.

She laughed again and unclasped her bra. Her breasts, a little saggy with time, were now in front of me. I stood there stunned, staring at them.

—Don’t tell me you like them. I’m sure you’ve already lost the urge.

—Truth is, I want to eat them —and without asking permission I reached out and stroked one, then the other with my free hand.

I held them for a few seconds and, seeing she made no move to stop me, I bent down to lick them, first one, then the other. They had a taste that made me want to keep tasting them nonstop.

—We shouldn’t be doing this —she said softly—. You need to think about your family.

I didn’t answer. I climbed to her mouth and kissed her, and kissed her again, and again. She parted her lips and I took the chance to slip my tongue into a long, deep kiss. My hands stayed on her breasts; hers, resting on my arms, no longer pushed me away.

—I’m sorry, but I can’t help wanting you.

She looked at me as if she didn’t want any of it, even seeming a little annoyed, but she let me continue and little by little she started giving in.

—If I let you, it’ll be the last time —she said.

At that moment I wasn’t thinking whether it would be the last or the first of many. I just kept kissing her and caressing her. I lifted her slightly off the sofa to finish undressing her and, to my surprise, found that she’d shaved completely, something that had always driven me crazy. I went straight to licking her clit as if it were the sweetest candy in the world.

At first she was cold, distant. A couple of times she told me it might be better to stop. But I didn’t, and little by little I managed to draw a few faint gasps from her. I knew she’d gone a long time without sex, unusual for her, since she had always been the most passionate partner I’d ever had, and that made it harder for her to let go. I didn’t want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable; I went slowly, attentive to every change in her breathing.

—You’ll always be very special to me —I told her.

—But I’m not going to be your partner —she replied, serious—. I want someone for myself, not to share.

At that moment I didn’t know what would happen next. Getting back together was something I’d thought about many times, an idea I’d never quite ruled out.

—I’m dying to be inside you. I want to make love to you.

She only nodded. I brought my body to hers and rested the head of my penis at her entrance. I found her tight, so I pushed in slowly while peppering her lips and neck with short kisses. I felt the urgency to go all the way in, but at the same time I didn’t want to hurt her, pressing and easing off until the resistance started giving way. She was wet, and with patience I managed to enter little by little.

—If you cum too fast, I’ll kill you —she warned—. I want to enjoy myself.

Years earlier I’d had a problem finishing too soon, but it was something I’d learned to control long ago.

—I love you, and I’m going to love you always, no matter what happens —the words came straight from my soul—, because you’re very special to me.

Her body had opened a little more and now I was inside her almost completely, enjoying every centimeter I gained. The feeling was indescribable, especially listening to her gasps, less and less restrained. I started moving with rhythm, going in and out, letting myself fall onto her, feeling how she grew wetter and wetter and how her hands pressed into my back.

—That’s more like it —she said between gasps—. Seems we’ve gotten better with age.

Back then we did it almost every day, but it was true that it didn’t always last or feel that good. The minutes passed and everything intensified. I kept kissing her and telling her how much I wanted her, while she told me not to stop, to thrust hard.

—I’m close —I warned her—. I want to come with you.

—Don’t do it inside. I could still get pregnant.

At that moment I wouldn’t have minded too much, but I didn’t want to ruin it, and at the very last second I pulled out and emptied everything over her belly. She brought her hand there, spreading it over her skin.

—Looks like we were well loaded. Not bad at all.

—It’s been too long —I said.

—You were the one who left me.

I couldn’t deny the evidence. I was the one who walked away, and even today I still wonder exactly why. But you can’t change what’s been done.

***

We were both still lit up. I went down her belly and licked my own cum off her skin, an odd taste but much better there. I continued downward and returned to her clit, this time with more force.

—What you want is to make me die of pleasure.

—I want to give you as much pleasure as possible.

—Well, I want to do the same for you. You’ve earned it.

She laid me back on the sofa and, throwing a leg over my face, lowered herself onto me, grabbing and kissing my still-flaccid penis. I held on tightly to her hips and pressed my face against her sex, sliding my tongue inside as if it were another penetration.

—Do you still like my ass? —she asked.

—Of course. You know it drives me crazy.

—Well, you’ve neglected it badly.

The comment alone was enough to make me react again. I pushed her a little forward and brought my face as close as I could, slowly licking her anus.

—No one’s been back there in years. You were the only one, and that was a long time ago.

I was already at the limit, feeling myself swallow her whole. I moistened a finger and slipped it in carefully; she was incredibly tight. I pushed it in and out slowly, feeling her contractions. I wet a second finger and added it. Little by little she relaxed and my movements became easier, while I kept my tongue on her clit to give her the maximum pleasure.

—You’d like to put it in me, wouldn’t you?

—I love your ass. It’s delicious.

She moved to free me and lay down along the sofa, leaving a gap between herself and the cushions.

—Get behind me and fuck me like before. I want to see you enjoying yourself. To know that with me you come like you do with no one else.

I stretched out behind her and brought the tip to her anus. Without waiting, she pushed back hard and rammed herself onto it all at once.

—It hurts a little, out of use —she said through gritted teeth—. But I want to see you die of pleasure. You don’t get this at home.

—What a thrill, feeling you so tight. You’re mine, completely mine.

—Enjoy it. I want to hear you. You’re a bad person and I’m going to punish you with my ass.

I started with a fast but shallow rhythm, knowing it would hurt her otherwise. I could feel her relaxing, letting go. I drove harder, almost without realizing I was already in all the way.

—I’m going to fill you up completely.

—Come on, give me that hot cream inside. Cum good and hard. No one else will make you feel like I do. But you’re not going to have me.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside her, and she responded with a long gasp at the heat.

—The best ass in the world —I said.

—But you can’t possess it.

I turned her toward me and we melted into a deep kiss. I don’t know what that woman had, but she drove me completely insane. I wanted her more and more.

***

More than an hour had passed, and I didn’t want my mother to come back and catch us like that. I wasn’t sure we’d have another chance, but I was hoping with all my strength for one. Between us, sex had always been something enormous, without limits, and I wanted to have it back.

We got dressed and I made coffee for the two of us. I think we both needed it. Shortly after, my mother came in through the door and looked at me with a conspiratorial smile.

—I hope you had a good time. Sorry I forgot you were coming —she said the last part looking at Lorena.

—Yes, thank you. We chatted for quite a while.

—Will you help me put away the groceries? —she asked me.

I followed her into the kitchen.

—I hope you had enough time —she said in a low voice—. You need it, and I thought a bit of privacy would do both of you good.

—Thank you. It was very well spent time.

My mother gave me a warm kiss on the forehead.

—I want the best for my son. I would have loved to be here. Maybe another time you can share it with me. The look on her face shows you’ve left her as satisfied as I hope you’ll leave me too.

I stayed putting things away while she went back to the living room to sit with Lorena, turning a blind eye to the sweat stain on the sofa, right where minutes earlier my ex-wife’s naked body had been.

—You look very relaxed —my mother said with a smile—. I imagine you’ve had a good morning.

—We’ve just been talking, that’s all.

—Don’t worry, it’s nothing. But I hope you come visit us again soon. Hopefully next time the three of us can spend some good time together.

Lorena had no idea what those words really meant. My life was taking a tremendous turn, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I wanted new things. Maybe even the impossible ones.