The Fantasy My Stepmother Confessed to Me That Night

They got home quite a bit worse than when they’d left. The walk to clear their heads had done nothing; the alcohol kept rising. Adrián almost had to carry Nuria to the bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed, drained. He looked her up and down and, for a moment, envied his father’s luck.

He hesitated. He was tempted to stay, but in the end he went back to his room just as he’d come in, with his cock pressed tight against his pants. He closed the door, stripped, and slipped under the sheets. He was hard, as every night, but he was too drunk for the wank he’d planned. He left it for the next day.

You’re getting soft, Adrián. Let’s see if this woman’s going to turn you stupid.

***

He couldn’t get to sleep, and it wasn’t because of the erection straining his underwear. Nor was it from lack of sleep. The fifth time he changed position, he heard the door open slowly.

He didn’t know why he did it, but he stayed still, eyes half-closed, pretending to be asleep.

Nuria’s silhouette was outlined against the light. She was wearing a short nightgown that revealed the full contour of her legs against the glow coming in from the hallway. Adrián swallowed silently. She moved forward, step by step, until she stopped beside the bed. Her breathing sounded heavy, different from his, who barely dared draw breath.

—I know you’re awake.

It took him a while to move, but he finally propped himself up on one elbow. Nuria took a step back and leaned down a little. Her hands disappeared under the nightgown, her thumbs hooked the sides of the garment, and she slowly pulled it down until it slipped off over her feet.

—I just wanted to give these back to you. As a reward for the very good night you’ve given me. Even I didn’t know how badly I needed it. Enjoy them.

She left the fabric on the bedside table and went out as silently as she had come in. Then came only the soft brush of the door closing and, seconds later, the door to her own room. Adrián switched on the lamp and picked up the panties with a crooked smile.

Now I really am going to jerk off, fuck.

They were the same ones she’d worn during dinner, while they danced, while they were coming home talking about his father with her hanging off his arm. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, slowly, as if he didn’t want to miss a thing. The smell went straight to his brain: hot woman’s pussy, dance sweat, a sweet trace of perfume mixed with the unmistakable scent of a female who’d spent hours wet without taking a break. His cock jolted under the sheet, hopping against his navel as if it had a life of its own.

Then he examined them carefully, running his fingertips over them, trying to guess which fold had touched what. They weren’t just any panties, the kind you wear to work. They were fine lace, with sheer panels that hinted at too much. He ran his finger along the inside and his smile changed, becoming a wolf’s. The lace was soaked, a dark, sticky stain at the crotch stretching between his fingers like a thread. The little fabric shone with so much fluid, so loaded, it was almost dripping.

Bitch.

He kicked the sheets aside. His cock stood rigid against his belly, throbbing, the tip already beaded with a thick drop of liquid. He spat into his palm, gripped his cock by the base, and worked it with his left hand from top to bottom, squeezing hard. With his right he pressed the panties to his nose and inhaled again, and again, until his lungs were full of Nuria’s smell. Every breath sent a jolt to the tip.

He pulled the foreskin back with his thumb and dragged the wet part of the lace right over the head, rubbing her juices against the most sensitive flesh. The sensation tore a rough groan from him that he had to smother by biting his lip. He wrapped the panties around his cock, pressing them against the glans, and started stroking with the fabric in between, feeling how the wet lace scraped and clung at the same time, as if she herself were the one jerking him off.

You were horny, stepmom. You were dripping.

He brought the crotch to his mouth again and stuck out his tongue. He ran it over the salty trail, sucking the fabric until he’d dragged out every bit of flavor. Bitter, thick, brutal. He closed his eyes and imagined her spreading her legs over him, guiding his face until he buried it in her cunt. He started pumping faster, squeezing his cock with both hands, the fabric wrapped around it like a woman’s fist. His balls were already tightening against his body, drawing up, and his legs trembled with that pre-climax vibration.

He held out as long as he could. When he came, he did it into the panties, blasting into the lace in burst after burst, thick semen soaking through the fabric and staining his fingers. He was left panting, with his cock still hard, stroking it slowly to squeeze out the very last drop. Then he brought the panties to his face again, now doubled: her juices mixed with his, all tangled together in the same cloth. He laughed to himself.

Now there are two of us.

His cock still didn’t go down. Not with the orgasm, not with the two minutes of calm he gave himself. If anything, it swelled up again more stubbornly, throbbing, as if the smell of Nuria had awakened a hunger impossible to satisfy. He gritted his teeth, got out of bed naked with his cock pointing at the ceiling, and walked out into the hallway.

***

The door to Nuria’s bedroom opened with the same stealth with which she had entered his. There was a dim light inside, just enough. Nuria startled under the blankets when she saw him slip in like a thief.

—Oh, Adrián, fuck, you scared me!

—Relax —he whispered—. I’m here to return the favor. So you can sleep through the night. You help me, I help you, you know.

—Not tonight. I’m really tired and, with the buzz I’ve got, I’ll be out like a light.

—It’s nothing to me. I’m happy to do it.

—No, seriously. I’m telling you no.

—Come on, you’re dying for it.

—I’m serious. Tonight, no.

He hadn’t stopped moving closer. When he reached the bed, he opened the blankets and slid in. Nuria jerked away to her side. He, on the other hand, broke into a huge grin as soon as he caught something he recognized instantly.

—Or I can jerk you off and return the favor from the other day.

—What? No fucking way.

—That’s what you were doing, right? Then I’ll finish it for you. Close your eyes and relax, I’ll take care of the rest.

—What the hell are you talking about, clown?

—You can’t fool me. It smells like sex in here like hell. You can tell the second you lift the sheets. You were touching yourself like a she-wolf.

—It smells because… because I’m not wearing panties, idiot. I just gave them to you and got into bed with everything out.

—Not at all. It smells like a female because you’re hot. Come on, you didn’t leave the panties you gave me. You’d been horny for a while.

—Shut up. Shut up!

—You stick out like a sore thumb from miles away —he hissed—. You wanted us to jerk off at the same time, each one thinking about the other, like we were fucking together. That’s why you came in to give me your panties, to make sure I’d jerk off thinking about you too. And I get it. We both fantasize about the other one. A twisted game that’s just ours. Together, but apart.

—You’re seriously tripping. You shouldn’t have drunk so much.

—Are you telling me that’s not true?

Without warning he lunged onto her and dug his fingers into her stomach and sides. Nuria let out a shriek of laughter and began to wriggle, trying to slip free of his hands.

—Admit it —he went on relentlessly—. Tell me it turns you on when we touch ourselves at the same time.

—Enough! Enough, please —she was running out of breath, her pleas turning into a jumble of disconnected words—. I’m going to piss myself… idiot… go away… my bed… pleeease.

Adrián laughed with her, not giving her a second to breathe. When he finally stopped, Nuria pulled away as if he had the plague, readjusting the blankets, her messy hair covering half her face.

—Adrián, fuck! You’re an idiot.

She was furious, but he took it as a joke, smiling like a mischievous kid. Even so, he thought she was gorgeous.

—Sorry. It’s just that I love seeing you laugh.

—Well it’s not funny at all. I had a horrible time. —She pushed her hair back from her face—. And I nearly drowned. Idiot.

Despite the scolding, he was still smiling. Until he spotted something, a blue glint between the tangled sheets.

He picked it up and held it out. It was a thick, elongated object. Both of them looked at it closely. Nuria’s face went from panic to blazing red in a second.

—Give me that! —she roared, snatching it from him with a slap of her hand.

Adrián’s astonishment turned to pure euphoria, like someone who’s found a hidden treasure, and he burst out laughing.

—You were wanking with a dildo. You lying bitch, and you said you weren’t.

Nuria, red as a beet, hid it in the bedside table drawer and slammed it shut. The dildo gleamed, soaked, with thick strands of fluid sliding down the blue silicone. It was obvious she’d shoved it all the way in and had been using it for a while before Adrián showed up.

—I told you I didn’t want you getting in bed with me, fuck!

She turned over and lay on her back, ending the conversation. Adrián propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her.

—Was that supposed to be me?

—Go to hell.

—Seriously. You were using it thinking about me, so it had to be me. A bit small, no?

—Get the hell back to your bed, Adrián. Leave me alone.

—With how well it sleeps here? Let me stay.

She didn’t answer, stubbornly refusing to play along.

—One question… were you doing it slowly or more rough?

Silence.

—Come on, tell me how you imagine us fucking.

—Enough, Adrián. Enough! Go to your room or stay the night, but drop it already.

The boy stopped dead and didn’t open his mouth again. After a few seconds of hesitation, he laid his head on the pillow and moved in behind her, without touching her, leaving a hand’s width between them.

***

He raised his hand to stroke her shoulder, but thought better of it and rested it under his own cheek. He could smell her hair clearly. Only her breathing, still ragged, disturbed the stillness of the half-light. It was she who broke the silence.

—I’m not made of stone.

—I know.

—And I’ve been alone for a long time. I’ve got needs too.

—I know. And I understand.

—At least you have Lucía.

—That’s true. And you don’t have anyone. It’s not fair.

—Exactly. I also have the right to…

—Nuria, I’m not blaming you for anything. Of course you have the right to enjoy your body. More so if my father isn’t here to do it for you.

Silence again, but this time it came with a little calm. He tousled his hair and aired out the blankets; she adjusted them to cover herself better.

—And it’s only a fantasy, fuck. Everyone can imagine whatever they want as long as they’re not hurting anyone, right? That’s all I was doing, end of story.

—Exactly. You can dream whatever you want, and I’m fine with it. Of course I am, after what I do every night with your panties.

Calm returned to the bedroom. Adrián was tempted to press himself against her like every night, but he chose to stay still. Nuria’s breathing still hadn’t quite settled.

—And I wasn’t fantasizing about you.

Adrián propped himself up on one elbow. The conversation had just become a lot more interesting. She realized too late that the comment had been unnecessary. Now he was waiting for the lucky man’s name, and she could almost feel his wolfish smile waiting for meat.

Nuria finally turned onto her back, let out a long sigh, already regretting what she was about to say.

—That fucking Bruno had me at a hundred. What a hot bastard.

Adrián smiled at seeing the ice queen melt. He couldn’t imagine her burning like that for someone she’d just met. He had the same thing happen to him, but every day, whenever he saw a good pair of tits.

—Didn’t you notice how his package was outlined? —she insisted—. I think he was hard. Or else that guy’s packing some serious equipment. And he says he’s a producer. Producer of what? Because he didn’t make that clear, though I’ve got an idea of where that’s going.

She brought her hands to her temples and started massaging them with all her fingers.

—I’ve spent the whole way imagining him there, at it again and again, naked in front of a camera, with all the setup.

She looked at him for the first time, her eyes reddened by the alcohol still running through her veins.

—Giving you my panties before bed had nothing to do with it. It was a coincidence. I felt like giving them to you, that’s all.

Adrián looked away.

—Sorry for drawing the wrong conclusion. —He brushed her shoulder with his fingertips, a peace offering—. And the dildo… I wasn’t trying to laugh at you.

—It looked like you were.

—It wasn’t that. I was glad to see you were flesh and blood. Like the most stunning woman in the world stepping down from her pedestal and turning out to feel the same things I do. I like being able to talk about this with you.

Nuria made a little pout, overwhelmed.

—It’s not easy showing that part of yourself. And for me less than anyone. I’m still dying of embarrassment.

She covered her face with her hands and let out a nervous laugh. When she lowered them, she was red again, like a girl caught doing something wrong. Adrián’s smile, pure complicity, said it all.

—Let’s do this —he said after a while—. I’ll leave you alone and go back to my room. Between Lucía, who’s driving me nuts, university, and how much I’ve drunk today, I can barely stand up.

—Don’t go. —She said it when he made a move to pull away the blankets—. Please. That moment’s passed, and I don’t want to sleep alone.

Adrián nodded and accepted the tacit deal of every night. Nuria stroked his cheek before turning over. At last he pressed himself to her back, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she tucked it against her chest.

Calm finally came to the room. Soon their pulses were beating in step with the silence.

—What I still don’t understand —he whispered against her nape after a while— is why you ended up with my father and not someone like Bruno.

—I already told you —she answered, her voice a little sleepy—. I chose the security of a good man. Guys like Bruno aren’t made for women like me.

—Why not?

—Because those men never settle for just one. Fidelity isn’t in their blood.

Adrián frowned. He was one of “those guys” too, and yet he was hooked on Lucía, willing to do whatever it took to keep her by his side. Fantasizing about fucking Nuria was something else; sex with her had nothing to do with love.

—I think they do get hooked. It’s just that it has to be the right girl.

Nuria smiled to herself.

—In my whole life I’ve only known one woman capable of tying a man down like that, making him kneel. And I can assure you she was very, very special.

—More special than you?

—Much more special than me —she laughed—. And even so, she also ended up choosing someone anonymous who’d give her security instead of fascination.

Adrián stayed thoughtful, turning every detail over in his mind, until he guessed she was talking about someone in the family, a woman he knew well.

—So, to avoid complications, you stay away from guys like Bruno.

—Exactly. And the only place I let him in is in here —she said, touching her temple.

—Well, and, ahem, metaphorically, in some other blue-colored place.

Nuria hid her face in the pillow, laughing in embarrassment over a secret her stepson was never going to forget.

—Fuck, Adrián, don’t make it worse for me, I’m bad enough as it is. —She ran her fingers through her hair to cool down from the heat—. From today on, every time I look at you I’m going to die of shame.

—With me? With everything you know about me? Your panties, my videos with Lucía… Not to mention my problem holding out.

Seen in comparison, hers didn’t seem so bad anymore.

—Besides, it stays between us. And I swear —he lowered his voice to sound more sincere— that I fucking love that we share these secrets. You’re my best friend!

Nuria tilted her mouth to one side, deeply touched by his words and by the relief of finding in him the trust she needed. Something that had been a drama for her had just brought them a little closer.

—Hey —he whispered, taking advantage of the sweet moment of shared intimacy—. What was the fantasy you had about Bruno?

—Ugh, kid, that’s very personal. No, no, I’m way too embarrassed.

—Come on, please. You know everything about me —he begged—. Tell me something about you. Let me be a little closer to you.

Nuria fell silent, torn between sharing the secret with the boy or maintaining her image as an impenetrable woman. She squeezed his hand against her more tightly, as if searching for something to hold on to.

—If it’s stupid.

—Like all fantasies.

—Yeah, but it’s really nerdy. Total freak stuff.

—Even better. Those are the ones that are hot.

—You’re going to laugh at me.

He pressed his forehead to the back of her neck and whispered with feeling.

—I swear that would be the last thing I’d do with one of your fantasies.

In the end she gave in and opened up.

—Well… I imagined that, when you went to the bathroom and left me alone, he pulled me off the dance floor by the hand. Without asking permission, without any tenderness. Forcing me to follow him, stumbling so I wouldn’t fall.

—We got to the toilets and skipped the entire queue, despite everyone protesting, and went into the women’s room. All the stalls were occupied by couples fucking. Bruno opened the nearest one with a yank, dragged the guy out, and flung him into the queue with a shove.

—Then he shoved me inside, where there was another one, a stunner, and told her, “move.” He put me in her place. She looked at me with disgust, but didn’t say a word and left with her panties halfway down her thighs, trying to pull them up however she could.

—He didn’t take mine off over my feet. He tore them to pieces, ripped them off in strips. And then… —she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, reliving what she felt just remembering it.

He turns me around and slams me against the wall of the stall, my cheek pressed to the cold tile, my ass pushed back. He yanks my dress up to my waist. He pulls his cock out and I hear it slap against his own belly before I even see it. When I finally lower my gaze between my legs, I go breathless. It’s monstrous. Thick as my wrist, long as my belly button, veins standing out and the glans violet, soaked, dripping. I don’t know how it’s going to fit. I don’t know if I want it to fit.

He spits into my cunt from above. A thick gob that slides between my ass cheeks and reaches my clit. Then he crouches down, pries my flesh open with two fingers, and shoves his whole tongue in, licking me from my asshole to my clit, up and down, like an animal. He sucks my juices up with his tongue, bites the lips of my cunt, licks my little asshole without a shred of shame. I scream and grab on to whatever I can, my legs shaking.

He stands up. He grabs my hair, throws my head back, and forces me to kneel. “Suck me, bitch.” And he shoves it into my mouth without waiting for an answer. He thrusts it all the way in, down my throat, until he makes me cry and drool. He pulls it out and shoves it back in, fucking my mouth with his hips, while I look up at him from below with my cheeks puffed and a string of saliva hanging all the way to my tits. I’m nauseous and I don’t care. I beg for more with my eyes.

When he puts me back on my feet and shoves me against the wall, I can’t take it anymore. I beg him to put it in me. He laughs. He positions it at the entrance, runs the tip over the lips of my cunt, pushes it in an inch and pulls it out. Again. And again. Until I push my ass back to spear myself on it. Then he grabs my hips and drives it in with one thrust, all the way in, until he tears me open inside. I scream so loud my lungs burn.

His cock is huge, and thick. He slides it in me slowly, very slowly, all the way. And when he reaches the end he bucks with a hip snap, and another, and another, while I wrap my legs around his waist and my head bangs against the wooden partition with each shove. Thump, thump, thump.

He fucks me like he hates me. Like he wants to split me in two. Every thrust is a lash, a crash of hips against my ass that echoes all through the bathroom. My tits bounce free, knocking against each other, and he grabs them from behind, twisting them, pulling my nipples until I howl. He bites my shoulder, my nape, sucks the sweat from my neck. I’m dripping inside and out, a puddle of fluid mixed with his saliva running down my thighs to my stockings.

The people in the next stall peek over the top. He yanks my dress open in one pull, tearing the front, and my tits are bared to everyone, bouncing with every thrust. People start gathering in a ring. The women don’t say anything, just watch and bite their lips, turned on; the men insult him, call him a son of a bitch, bastard, fucking show-off. Really they’re dying of envy.

One of them reaches out and fondles a breast, without any care. I do nothing. The others get bolder, they want their share too, and suddenly there are loads of hands all over my body, on my ass, between my legs, fingers going in. One spreads my cheeks and spits on my little hole. Another shoves two fingers in from the front alongside Bruno’s cock, stretching me, and I feel the pull, the burn, and I come for the first time with a shudder that leaves my legs like rag dolls. Someone puts his cock in my mouth from the side, pressing it against my cheek, and I suck it without thinking, choking, while Bruno keeps destroying me from behind.

Bruno elbows one of them right in the face and knocks him backwards, dragging a few others down with him. Things turn ugly, and he starts swinging blindly while the rest try to pull him off so they can have me.

Nuria paused far too long, reliving every moment, every punch.

—Elbows, punches, blows to the face… —Another pause—. And him not stopping fucking me for even one second, like a hammer. —She sighed—. While I came screaming.

He pulls out and turns me around. He lifts me up in his arms, slams me against the stall door, and shoves it back in. Now he fucks me face to face, looking me in the eyes, his hands squeezing my ass, spreading me open. I bite his lip, suck it, slobber into his mouth. I sink my nails into his back until he bleeds. I beg him to fill me with cum, to come inside me, to leave me knocked up right there in front of everyone.

And he does. He roars like a beast, drives his hips into me to the bone, and I feel the spurt inside, hot, endlessly long, as if it would never finish. He fills me completely and it keeps coming, overflowing out the sides, sliding down to my ass, dripping to the floor. I come with him, clinging to his neck, screaming his name. And when he finally sets me down on the floor, with my legs trembling and my cunt gaping, dripping semen, the people are still watching, clapping, jerking off.

By then her breathing had turned ragged and her body burned with a heat unfit for the night. But that wasn’t why she had gone quiet.

Adrián didn’t say anything either. He felt her heart pounding against his arm and knew that silence wasn’t an ending, but a question neither of them dared ask aloud. He closed his eyes, inhaled the smell of her hair, and stayed very still, waiting, certain that the room next door would never seem quite that far away again.