Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, he whispered to his stepmother

The boiler had been dead for two days, and the only room that still held any warmth was the master bedroom. With Daniel away on work until that very night, Lorena thought it was absurd to shiver alone in the guest room while Adrián, her stepson, did the same in his. So that dawn they ended up sharing the big bed, each on his own side, promising not to invade the other’s territory.

The promise lasted as long as sleep did.

Adrián woke up with a championship erection and the uncomfortable certainty that something didn’t fit. They had ended up spooning, and without realizing it he had pressed himself against her from behind. Lorena’s nightgown had ridden up, almost to her waist, and only the thin fabric of her underwear separated them.

The bulge became the elephant in the room. The silence grew thicker by the second, until Adrián himself started to fidget, uneasy.

“It was a reflex, don’t obsess over it,” he excused himself.

“I’m not obsessing,” she murmured without turning around. “It’s just that… I didn’t expect it.”

Another heavy silence, which Lorena broke after a while.

“Adrián, I think… I’m noticing it too much.”

“And what do you want me to do? Your stories earlier got me rock hard.”

“Yeah, but stop pressing against me. You’re making me nervous.”

“Nervous, she says. You’re hornier than I am.”

“What are you talking about, idiot? I’m not horny.”

“Come on, your nipples are hard as stones.”

“That’s not true. Don’t make things up.”

“I’m not making anything up. I can feel them on my forearm, the one you’re pressing against your chest like it’s a teddy bear. And your body’s burning up like a boiler. —He lifted his head from the pillow—. Lorena, you’re hotter than a branding iron.”

She yanked her arm away as if it were burning, and fanned the fabric over that spot, flustered. Adrián propped himself up on one elbow.

“Let’s stop beating around the bush,” he said. “You’ve been alone for months, today I screwed up the quiet little break you had planned, and on top of that you’re hornier than the last time you fought with Rubén. Let me make it up to you.”

Lorena started turning toward him, frowning, wary of his intentions.

“I’ll do it for you,” he concluded.

“What? Excuse me, what? No fucking way.”

“Seriously. I owe you. That time you helped me, now I’m in your debt. Favor for favor.”

“No, no. You’re out of your mind, kid.”

“Look, you close your eyes, you picture that guy from the club, and I just touch you. Two fingers, that’s all.”

“You? Touch me?” she blurted. “You’re going to touch me?”

But he was elated. He had come up with the best idea and was thrilled to carry it out.

“Two fingers, on the outside, up top. Nothing else. You come and go to sleep.” He raised one hand, solemn. “And I swear on my life, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Expectation, surprise, and an astonished stare. But by the crazy smile on his face, Lorena realized he was dead serious.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not right in the hea… ”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her lungs emptied in one shocked cry when she felt Adrián’s hand slip, without warning, between her legs, sliding his fingertips until his whole palm rested on her bare sex.

The reflex, though late, was instant. She snapped her legs shut like pincers, trapping his hand, and pulled on his wrist with both hands to get it out of there.

“Adrián, for fuck’s sake!”

“Relax, woman,” he protested. “Let me do it, I know a thing or two about this.”

She kept tugging without stop, but his palm stayed firmly anchored. Then she started slapping at him with her free hand.

“Take it out, take it out, take it ooooout.”

Adrián’s answer was immediate.

The fingers of his other hand dug into her belly and sides, alternating, and unleashed a full-on tickling attack. Lorena’s body began to convulse with laughter, using her hands only to defend herself.

“Nooo… hahahaha… the hand… Adrián… hahahaha… fuck.”

“You prefer this? Huh? You prefer it like this?”

“The hand… hahaha… take that hand out.”

“What? What are you saying? I can’t hear you.”

He kept her in that torture for quite a while. She bounced, trying to get rid of the tickling hand while squeezing her thighs to stop something he had already accomplished.

He had reached her button.

Because all that time, his middle finger had not stopped moving between her folds, making its way little by little until it reached the part that was already swollen and completely wet.

Lorena no longer felt only the tickling in her stomach. From the center of her legs came waves that ran up her spine to the nape of her neck and rolled her eyes back more than once.

Little by little, laughter began to alternate with moans. And they were not from pain, precisely.

“Nooo… hahaha… nooo… Adrián… mmmm… fuck.”

“See?” he said, picking up the pace. “You’re dripping.”

The tingling was so intense that she was slowly giving up on resisting the tickling. In fact, Adrián had abandoned it to take care of something else.

Lying beside her, he had slid his free hand under her waist until he trapped one buttock, which he kneaded gently. Lorena barely noticed, focused on the other hand that worked her sex and sent shocks racing through her entire body.

“Adrián… Adrián…” she protested, eyes rolling back, tugging at his wrist. “You’re… you’re… fuckkkk —she ran out of breath—, assholeee.”

She pulled with both hands, but with each passing second she had less strength. His fingers continued their path through the cleft of her ass toward a second target.

Sweat on her skin made the advance easier, and at last the fingertip brushed the other hole. Lorena felt it at once, contracting by reflex and opening her eyes wide. Now she had two fronts to defend. If she bent at the waist to hinder the caress on her sex, she exposed her ass; if she squeezed her buttocks and stretched herself out, she exposed her crotch.

The result was that she kept bending and arching nonstop, protecting and exposing one area and another depending on which side his fingers pressed.

“No… no… nooommm.”

The back-and-forth was torment and pleasure at once. Her body shuddered with every touch, shaken by shocks coming from both fronts that she could no longer hold back.

“Adrián… Adrián… let mehh,” she bit her lip, trying to stop the storm. “Please… uffff.”

“Relax,” he murmured. “Just try to relax.”

Her protests faded, drowned out by moans that grew longer and longer. Her resistance shrank to holding the wrist that was masturbating her, no longer trying to pull it away.

“Asshole… asshole…” she moaned in time with his hand, eyes closed and face twisted in a look of pleasurable suffering.

Even her legs lost their tension, until they were spread apart at either side and allowed him, now, total freedom of movement.

“See? See how much you like it? I told you, I know a lot about this.”

She half-opened her eyes and looked at him with a sweat-drenched brow and ragged breathing. The finger from behind entered and left slowly while her body contracted to that rhythm.

“This isn’t right,” she protested in a smothered whisper. “It’s not… righttt.”

“It is. It’s just a handjob, a simple handjob. Come on, close your eyes and think of Rubén. Imagine it’s him doing it.”

She resisted in a fight lost from the start, receiving the pleasure that was undoing her. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Goddd…” she lamented. “I’m a slut.”

“No,” he cut in sharply. “You’re a woman with needs, like anyone else. My father owes them to you and he’s not here to take care of them. It’s not your fault.” He paused and lowered his voice. “And it’s only a handjob.”

And so she finally gave in, stopping the struggle against the inevitable. Her whole body surrendered to the two hands possessing her at once, owning every spasm, every tremor, every moan escaping her throat.

“Just a handjob,” she tried to tell herself, almost voiceless, aware of her defeat.

“That’s it. A therapeutic handjob,” he laughed at his own joke. “A therapyjob.”

Lorena brought her hands to her face to hide her shame and, at the same time, muffle her moans. A little later she tangled her fingers in her hair and pulled back while arching her spine and spreading her legs wider.

“Ooooh… mmmm.”

Adrián was smiling. He had her at his mercy. Gently, he removed his hand from her ass and, with an agile motion, pulled down his underwear. Then he took her hand and guided it to his erection. Lorena opened her eyes wide, terrified, and clenched her fingers into a fist.

“Calm down,” he soothed her. “It’s only to help your fantasy.”

But him having his sex erect and out in the open did not calm her in the slightest.

“It’s okay. Just touch it,” he insisted, “as if it were his.”

She hesitated, but in the end let her fingers circle him. Then, with a gaze full of desire, she moved her hand up and down once.

“Yes, that’s how you’d have that guy who drives you crazy,” he hissed in her ear. “His cock in your hand.”

“Yessss,” she exhaled, letting her head fall back. “That bastard… in my hand.”

“Because that’s how you like them, right? Arrogant and shameless. Guys who corner you in the bathroom of some club and fight over you.”

A stupid smile emerged between sigh after sigh. She fantasized, she desired, and her hand went up and down faster and faster, brushing the wet glans with every pass before descending again.

Adrián was making superhuman efforts not to finish too soon. What they were sharing was spectacular and he didn’t want to ruin it.

Lorena writhed like a cat, arching, letting out mouthfuls of pure pleasure. He admired her from head to toe and blew his bangs aside, blessing his luck. With her legs now spread wide open, she was completely exposed. Adrián carefully lifted the nightgown and uncovered first her wet sex, then her navel, then the breast he had imagined so many times.

He couldn’t help an admiring sigh. He caught one of her breasts, filling his hand, and the hard nipple slipped between his fingers.

Her reaction was immediate. She snapped out of her daze, pushed his hand away, and covered herself again with the fabric.

“No, not that,” she said, agitated. “That’s my father’s. Only his.”

He didn’t reply. He accepted the veto, resigned, swallowing a grimace of annoyance.

“Fine, okay. I just wanted to help you. Come on, close your eyes again. Rubén was fucking you real good. Because that’s what he does, right? Fucks you the way you want.”

He sped up again over her clit with two fingers, drawing another wave of pleasure from her. Lorena bit her lip, holding back a moan, and threw her head back.

“That’s it. Those guys fuck you and you grab Rubén’s cock,” he said, guiding her hand back to his erect sex.

“His cock…” she repeated like an automaton, resuming the motion. “In my hand…”

“Yes, in your hand, while they fuck you hard, like you like it. Not like my father.”

It took her a while to react, perhaps because doubt slowed her down, but after a few seconds she half-opened her eyes.

“Mmm, no… he fucks me well.”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s mediocre.”

“He isn’t.” She shut her eyes tight and shook her head, trying to erase the image. “He isn’t.”

“Yes, he is. That’s why you prefer Rubén for your fantasies.” He had slipped his hand underneath again, teasing the other hole.

“Mmm, no… ooooh… he’s good.”

“He’s a bad lover. One who leaves you unsatisfied.”

He increased the speed of his hand and the boldness of the caresses from behind.

“No… he… mmmm…” The pleasure was extreme. “Your father is a good man.”

“But a bad lover. Say it.”

“No… mmmm… aaaah.”

“Say it.”

“God, Goddd, I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

Adrián smiled. It was the exact moment, the perfect point at the top of the highest peak.

Skillfully, he positioned himself over her, settling between her legs. He rested the tip at the entrance to her sex and pushed. He did it slowly, taking advantage of the lubrication to slide in effortlessly. Lorena reacted at once.

“What are you doing?” she shouted. “No, not that. Nooo.” She thrust her hips, but he held her by the wrists.

“Ssssh, it’s okay, calm down. It’s only a handjob,” he said while continuing to sink in, inexorable.

“Adrián!… Adrián!” she protested. “That… isn’t a handjob… ummm.”

He advanced with small movements of his hips that drove himself in deeper and deeper. His hand sought the back opening again. She threw her head back when she felt him enter once more.

“It’s not a handjob,” she whispered to herself. “It’s not a handjob… fuckkk.”

But he didn’t listen, and his body kept descending over hers.

“You’re fucking me,” she complained. “Adrián… Adrián!”

“You and I have already been unfaithful, Lorena. All that’s left… is the body.”

She pressed her palms against his hips again to push him away.

But without strength.

“Get out of me… ufff… Goddd… get out… ooooh.”

The pleasure of that penetration crippled her just as much as the finger from behind. The member made its way centimeter by centimeter until it hit bottom, with a thrust of the hips that she received with a moan.

“Ouuuuummh.”

The motion repeated, pulling out and going back in with a fresh jolt. And that one was followed by another, and another, and another.

Lorena’s resistance had vanished completely. Her legs were open and her heels rested on his calves. Her hands, which had been on his hips before, now pulled toward herself, digging in with her nails. Her mouth was open only to moan.

“Tell me to stop,” he challenged her.

But she didn’t hear him.

“Come on, tell me to stop fucking you,” he insisted harder.

Lorena said nothing. She turned her face away and bit her lips, keeping silent while he kept going in and out. Adrián slowed the pace until it became a soft, monotonous rocking.

And then their gazes met. His eyes, defiant; hers, pleading.

“Keep going,” she replied in a whisper.

And Adrián smiled, triumphant.

Without hesitation, he recovered the earlier rhythm.

“Yeah, fuck, you want it as much as I do. For us to fuck, to come together.”

“Ummmm… ooooh…” She grabbed his head. “Don’t come inside me,” she begged. “Please, you can’t leave your semen inside me.”

“Don’t worry,” he lied, smiling. “I’m not going to come yet.”

He increased the pace little by little until the back-and-forth became a devastating rhythm. He pulled the straps of her nightgown down until it was bunched at her waist and licked his lips at the sight of her free breast bouncing with every thrust.

“No!” she protested. “That’s your father’s.”

In response, he caught it with both hands and took it to his mouth. He sucked the hard nipple, licking it again and again, while his hot tongue made her see stars.

“Ooooh… God… baby, baby… mmmm.”

“He’s not here to claim what’s his.”

Her reply was swallowed when he went for her lips. He kissed her until she was breathless. She took it without protest; at first submissive, then ravenous, in a war of tongues neither wanted to lose.

The gentle rocking turned, kiss by kiss, into a savage in-and-out. The hands that had tried to push him away were now stroking his ass, marking the rhythm of each plunge.

“Do you like my cock? Tell me, do you like it?”

“Yes, yessss.”

“And do you like how I fuck you?”

“Yes, ooooh, keep going, keep going.”

He took one nipple into his mouth again and she moaned.

“Leave my father alone,” he panted. “It’s you and me, and this is what you’re dying for.”

As he said it, he spread her legs wider still, dug in his knees, and increased the speed and length of every thrust, from the tip to the hilt.

“Do you like my cock more or my father’s?”

“Yours, yours, ooooh.”

“And why? Tell me why.”

“Because… because yours is bigger,” she said, ecstatic. “Bigger than his.”

“Say it louder. Come on, shout it.”

“Your father doesn’t know how to fuck! He doesn’t know how to fuckkk!”

“That’s it, fuck. He doesn’t know how to give you what you need.”

“Yes, ooooh, yesss, he doesn’t know.”

“And whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, it’s yours. Ooooh, mmmm, keep goeeing.”

“And these tits? Tell me, whose are they?”

Lorena was breathing in gasps, not stopping her moans. She half-opened her eyes and looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.

“Yours. My tits are yours.”

“Like your pussy and your ass, which I’m going to fuck from behind.”

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned beside herself. “Fuck me all over. Fuck meee!”

The moans of both filled the room, now turned into screams mouth against mouth, in time with the thudding of the headboard against the wall.

Adrián sat up, his face twisted at that point where orgasm is about to break. He clenched his lips and let out a growl.

“God… I’m going to come.”

“Ooooh, ooh, me too, ooooh.”

“I’m going to fill you up.”

For a moment time seemed to stop. Adrián interlaced his fingers with hers and held her hands on either side. Lorena looked at him with horror and desire at the same time.

“No… ooooh… your semen, no… aaaah… don’t come inside me… you can’t.”

“I want to.” Do you hear me? he said, speeding up until he was pounding like a hammer. “I want to leave it all inside you.”

And just then came the climax of one of the best orgasms Lorena had ever had. And she surrendered her body to her lover.

“Yes, yessss, I want your semen,” she cried at last. “Give it to me, aaaah, give it to meee.”

“Here, fuck, all for you,” he roared through his orgasm.

Adrián bellowed like an animal as he filled her, and she, with her will undone, was incapable of stopping such immense pleasure.

***

Behind them, beneath the doorway, a figure watched the scene in the gloom. Daniel had returned earlier than expected, hoping to surprise her, and now he looked on with icy eyes and a heart in shards as his son emptied himself inside the woman he loved.

With the same stealth with which he had arrived, he retraced his steps over the soft carpet to the hall. There he picked up the suitcase he had left by the door and stepped out onto the landing again.

No one heard the click of the latch as it shut.