The Summer I Came Back to My Stepmother’s House

I rang the bell for the third time and held my breath. Behind the door there was no sound at all, neither footsteps nor the scrape of a piece of furniture. Maybe Aurora wasn’t home, or maybe she had decided not to open up. The two possibilities were too much like the goodbye I had come to give her.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and started down the stairs. I’d only taken a couple of steps when I heard the bolts sliding back one by one. When I turned around, she was in the doorway with that same iron face of hers.

—Have you come to ask for forgiveness? —she asked.

I shook my head with a sad half-smile. I was even going to miss her bad temper.

—I’m leaving, Aurora. I just came by to say goodbye.

She looked at the backpack and understood, without me needing to add anything. Her face softened beneath that hard expression.

—Your stepmother at it again with a fit of remorse. That brat was screaming too much while you were fucking her against the wall. No wonder she didn’t blame you, the little…

—My father found out —I cut in.

Her shoulders dropped as if the air had suddenly left her. She pressed her lips together and shook her head very slowly.

—Christ, the poor man. I wasn’t expecting that. How did it happen?

—He saw us. We thought he’d be gone for days and he came in with a surprise for Sofía. I was buried balls-deep in his wife’s cunt when he opened the bedroom door.

Aurora closed her eyes for a second and then crossed her arms.

—I’ve been hearing crying from downstairs for days. Now I understand. You have to talk to him.

—He’s kicked me out of the house. Both of us. He won’t answer the phone and when I go to see him, he won’t open the door. I came to say goodbye to you too, because I don’t think we’ll see each other again.

She clasped her hands, as dejected as I was. The silence in the landing weighed like a mourning. In the end it was her who broke it.

—What are you going to do now?

—I don’t know. My mother wants me to move in with her and forget everything. And I… —I let out the air— I don’t even know how to start asking for forgiveness.

—The only place where you pay for what you’ve done is the same place where you did it.

—That’s going to be hard. This house is off-limits to me for the rest of my life and my father won’t answer the phone. And I’ve fucked Sofía’s life up. She doesn’t want to see me either.

Aurora fell thoughtful, her gaze fixed on my backpack.

—Wait, I want to give you something.

She disappeared inside the apartment and came back a minute later with a yellow plastic bag. When I opened it, I recognized the two things inside before touching them. I pulled out the first and held it up, stunned: the photograph of the betrayal. The one where Sofía appeared with the look of a hungry lioness, biting her lower lip with her blouse open and one breast spilling out of her bra, while I hid half in the wardrobe with my hard cock clearly bulging in my trousers.

—I want you to keep it. Only you know what it means. And maybe someday you’ll jerk off with it. Good wank, boy, the kind where you grab your balls and cum up to your chin.

—Not a fucking chance. It’s not going to mess with my head again.

The neighbor let out a silent laugh. I put the photo back in the bag and took out the second object. I looked at it without fully understanding, though inside I knew.

—You know what it’s for. You’ve got nothing to lose by trying.

I nodded silently and tucked everything into my backpack. Silence again. More glances at the floor. Neither of us wanted that goodbye to end.

—We had a good time, didn’t we, boy?

—Especially you, on the other side of the wall. Listening to me fuck Sofía while she stuck her fingers in herself to the hilt.

—Up to the knuckles, boy. And with the other hand she pinched my nipples so hard I had them bruised the next day. I came in my pussy three times in one night listening to that bitch scream for more cock.

She smiled in the way only she knew how to smile. Wicked, dirty old woman, accomplice. Then silence returned, that irritating nuisance of farewells neither of us wanted to finish.

—Can I give you a hug? —I asked.

—Are you going to use it to grab my ass?

—No, Aurora. I’m not going to touch your ass, I’m not going to kiss you, and I’m not going to pin you against the wall with my dick.

—Then forget it.

But I moved in as if I hadn’t heard her and crushed her against me until our bodies fitted together. She let me and wrapped her bony arms around my neck. She smelled like fruit, like her bedroom.

—I like how you smell —I murmured.

—It’s lube. My hands are covered in it from putting them in my cunt and my asshole. I’m not going to tell you what I was stretching myself with, but I’d just put it away when you called.

—Okay, hug’s over.

We pulled apart, both of us laughing at the twisted game that had bound us together in front of the world and in spite of it.

—Can I ask you something? —I said after a while—. What happened with your husband, I mean.

She closed her eyes and seemed to weigh whether to open the door to memory or not. In the end she opened it.

—My husband faded over the years. We never knew whether it was something physical or whether his mind was playing tricks on him. The more he became obsessed with fulfilling what he believed was my need, the worse everything got. I stopped having sex with other men. I couldn’t do it while he wasn’t well.

—But you ended up giving in.

—I ended up agreeing to let someone else take the place that had never stopped being his. I did it for him. He did it for me.

—Was he your boss?

—No, never that. Not to his face. —She drew a deep breath—. It was with a young boy. He went to class with my son.

I opened my mouth and closed it again without saying anything. She nodded, reading what I was thinking.

—Imagine what it meant for the school bully to discover that one of the losers he used to beat up was fucking his mother. While his father pleaded submissively, kneeling at the foot of the bed, watching that young cock open me up and make me scream like a bitch in heat.

—Holy fuck.

—From then on, to him, I was a whore and his father was a spineless coward. Our house became a bazaar of shame and reproachful looks. —She raised her eyes, repentant—. But don’t get me wrong. My son was already the arrogant asshole you know. The only thing that changed was that, from that moment on, he thought he had the excuse to be one.

I kept quiet because anything I said would have sounded like mockery. I took a step forward and hugged her again. She let herself fall against my shoulders and I bore the weight of a hundred years dropping off her all at once.

—Yesterday I called my son —she said when we separated—. I told him I missed his childish laugh, that I wanted to have contact with him and his family again.

—You’re making progress.

—He told me what had brought that on now, whether I’d raided the minibar. That it had been many years since he’d had a mother.

—The heartless bastard. I’m sorry for the shitty advice I gave you.

—As a family counselor you’re useless. And yet it’s been the best thing I’ve done in ten years. I sold this house ages ago and donated the money to my sister, so he wouldn’t get a single cent if I died. I always wondered whether I’d done the right thing. Now I don’t have that burden on my conscience anymore.

She smiled triumphantly. I gave her back the same satisfaction over a secret only the two of us knew.

—Uffff —I said, pressing the bridge of my nose—, the number of wanks I’m going to have with that photo. I’m already getting hard just imagining Sofía’s face when I put my tongue in her cunt tonight in my head.

—Filthy bastard. Get out before I suck you off right here in the landing for old times’ sake.

I went down the stairs and she called me from above.

—Boy, about the advice you asked me for… change, don’t be like me.

I stopped for a moment on the landing, looking up at her.

—That’s not going to happen.

—Listen to me, I’m an old woman full of wisdom you’ll pay for not heeding one day.

—I can’t hear you.

—You’ll turn into a bitter loner, like me.

—Nope, line’s cutting out.

I heard her sigh as the lobby door closed behind me.

***

—So you’re only staying a week? —Hugo asked over beers, his feet buried in the sand of the terrace.

—That’s all Nico lets me stay at his father’s place. He says that around this time of year the old man has the house packed full of stuff to sell.

—The hippie? Working?

—Making his own shit, who knows.

Hugo let out a silent laugh. He had the same smile he wore when he was about to say something filthy.

—I thought you’d spend the whole summer buried balls-deep in your stepmother’s cunt. I was dying to come by and see you fucking her in the ass on the terrace. —He winked at me.

I looked away toward the waves. Uneasy.

—Change of plans. I’m moving in with my mother. Sofía and my father are packing up, their own relationship mess. And she’s got her sister’s wedding on top of that.

—Ah, Lorena. —His face lit up—. What a stunner that woman is.

—You know her?

—Her boyfriend is friends with a buddy of mine and I’ve seen photos.

—Naked?

—Topless —he smiled slyly—. But what tits, round, firm, with dark nipples the size of a two-euro coin. The kind that get your cock hard just from thinking about spitting on them and fucking them between their tits until you cum in her mouth.

He waved his phone in front of my face, skipped two photos and stopped on one.

—See this woman? Well, before the summer’s over I’m going to see her getting fucked live. With a cock going in and out of her cunt, jizz dripping down her thighs.

—Jesus, she’s hot. What a bombshell. What an ass, the fucking bitch, you can see the outline of her panties under the dress.

—Well, she’s your “mummy’s” cousin —he replied proudly—. See? All the women in that family overflow with the same stuff. Tits, ass, and wanting it shoved in all the way.

—Sofía’s famous cousin? The one coming to spend a few weeks with her? —I took the phone from him to see better, zooming in on every interesting part. I enlarged the neckline, then the pussy shape under the wet fabric, then the perky ass. My cock swelled against my swimsuit—. And this is the one who chose a loser instead of the alpha male who was the man of her life?

Hugo raised his eyebrows.

—Sofía told you that?

—She told me the story. That she made the wrong decision.

Hugo took the phone back and started typing.

—Who are you WhatsApping?

—Nobody. And you’re saying Sofía herself told you that?

—Yeah. Apparently her relationship with the old timer isn’t in its best moment. That’s why they almost didn’t come to the wedding.

Hugo widened his predator’s grin without stopping typing.

—Mate, if I were you, I’d spend the rest of the holidays in Bajamar de Llantos. With two hot cunts waiting for you under the same roof. You’re going to get sick of cumming on other people’s tits.

***

Sofía had cut the grass for the second time that week. The garden was large and the effort helped her keep from thinking. She hardly cried anymore in that house that weighed on her every night. Not even the sea views, which she liked so much, softened the emptiness. She was sick of making excuses to justify her partner’s absence. Luckily, Lorena’s wedding and the imminent arrival of her cousin Camila helped keep her on her feet.

She came into the house through the glass door from the garden and then heard someone ringing the front bell. Her heart lurched. She closed her eyes for a second and wished it was him. She smoothed her hair in the hallway mirror, rubbed her eyelashes so the late tears wouldn’t show, and opened the door.

It wasn’t him.

And the smile vanished from her face.

I looked down, unable to hold her gaze. The duffel bag at my feet said what I didn’t dare. But out of the corner of my eye I noticed how the sweat from mowing the lawn had made her T-shirt cling to her tits, outlining her erect nipples, and how the shorts dug into the space between her thighs, showing the shadow of her cunt. My cock swelled instantly.

—Sorry to show up like this. You won’t take my calls. —I swallowed—. I’m not here to stay. I just needed to know if you were okay.

She folded her arms and looked away for the first time. Everything we had done came rushing back. Me licking her cunt until she came in streams over my face, her riding me naked with her tits bouncing while she dug her nails into my chest, my seed overflowing between her thighs after I came inside her three times in a row.

—I’m not —she said. Without reproach.

—Have you talked to him? He’s blocked me completely. When I go to see him, he won’t open the door.

—Only once. He asked for time.

More than he’d given me. I nodded.

—We hurt him. Mostly me.

Sofía bit her lip and a tear spilled over. She wiped it away with the back of her hand.

—I miss him so much.

It took her a full minute to speak again. I used the time to pull out what Aurora had given me from the backpack. An oval piece, a handspan long, wrapped in yellow plastic.

—It’s made of fine wood. Not cork, like my head. —She didn’t smile—. It was my grandmother’s. It was part of a set of fine trays she kept under lock and key. I loved making towers with the glasses.

Sofía lifted an eyebrow, tired of hearing a story she wasn’t interested in.

—I’ll shorten the drama: I broke every single glass, one by one, even though she warned me a hundred times. I think I never saw her sadder. This tray is all that remains of the set and of her memory. I’m not giving it to you as an offering of forgiveness, but as a tool for what I’ve done to you. Hatred is suffering too. That’s why I’d like you to keep it until you want to give it back to me. Or break it and settle part of the damage.

She took it in her hands and held it with curiosity.

—I’m tired of crying —she said at last—. I don’t hate you, Damián. I hate myself. For what I caused, for what I allowed. —She pressed at her temples—. I was the one who came into your room to give you my panties soaked with cunt juice, me who opened my legs on your bed so you could eat my pussy. I asked you to stay with me, to put it all the way in, to fill me with cum inside. You didn’t give me anything that night that I didn’t want to receive. —She stifled a sob—. I just want him to come back and forgive me. And since I doubt that’s going to happen, all I want is to turn the page. Here, keep it. I forgave you a long time ago. Now I just need to forgive myself.

I smothered a grimace. That tray was only an excuse not to lose contact with her.

—I’d still like you to keep it. I can’t think of a better place for it. And I don’t feel like going back to my mother’s just to leave it where it was.

She hesitated, but in the end she accepted it.

—I suppose I’ll find a fitting place for it, giving it back to its former use.

Silence again. I rubbed the back of my neck. Seeing her this down left a taste in my mouth I didn’t know. I’d never been big on remorse.

—How are the nights treating you? —I asked just to break the air.

Another flood of tears. She looked away.

—Sleepless. The sadness is eating me alive. More than once I’ve slept in front of the TV, on the sofa, so I wouldn’t feel so alone. And during the day the house feels like it’s collapsing on top of me.

My shoulders dropped. I had caused that. I hugged her, and when I pulled her against my chest I felt her tits flatten against me, her hard nipples pressing through the sweat-soaked T-shirt. She slid her arms around my waist and I felt how, without meaning to, her hip brushed my already half-hard cock. She stiffened for a second, then pressed closer, pretending she hadn’t noticed. I let her cry on my shoulder until she herself pulled away, blew her nose, and took several deep breaths. Her cheeks were red, and I don’t know if it was from crying or from feeling my bulge against her stomach.

—I think I have to go —I said at last.

I turned around and walked toward the little gate that led to the sidewalk. Before I got there, she called after me.

—Wait. Don’t go. —It sounded like a plea—. I don’t want to keep being alone. Stay a few days. Until I manage to get back on my feet.

Inside, I sighed with relief. I had come prepared to beg her to take me in. She was sparing me the embarrassment. But I acted as if I were hesitating.

—It wouldn’t be right for us to share space after what happened. After all the times I came inside you. And my father could come back. Seeing us together would kill him.

She closed her eyes, and I noticed the gooseflesh rise on her arms at the mention of semen. I regretted saying it the moment the phrase left my mouth. I didn’t want to make her back out.

She pressed the tray to her chest and mulled it over for a good while. Then she looked up.

—Your father won’t come before summer’s over. If he comes at all. By then you’ll have already started university.

I said nothing, enjoying a relief I had never experienced before. Nico’s place had never been a good plan. I gave my stepmother a smile of genuine gratitude. I promise I’m going to take care of you. And I’m going to fuck you again until you forget about him.

She was stroking the tray with her fingers.

—If you want, you can invite your friends over for tea. You can swim in the pool. It’ll be good for me to hear laughter again.

—I’m not going to leave you alone for even a second to stew in your own head.

For the first time, a hint of a smile appeared.

—Come on, take the backpack up to the cabin room. I’ll bring you sheets and you can make the bed. The usual room will be taken by your cousin and her old-man boyfriend.

The smile vanished from her face at once.

—Yes, that one —she spat.

A detail I didn’t miss.

—And that face? You said he was really nice.

—I did. Until I found out he’s another jerk just looking to take advantage of my little cousin. What a creep. Honestly, that idiot doesn’t know how to choose boyfriends, for fuck’s sake.

The loathing in Sofía’s voice was enough for me, in silence, to decide to hate to death that creep who was disturbing my mentor’s peace.

The vacation was beginning and a breath of hope opened up before us. We had already hit bottom. From now on everything would only go up. And as soon as I stepped onto the front step with my backpack on my shoulder, I felt my cock throbbing inside my trousers, knowing that in a few days I’d be buried balls-deep again in Sofía’s wet cunt. This time with two women in the house. And only me as the stud.