What Happened with My Best Friend’s Mother

Hugo called me at the end of June to insist one more time. His parents had rented a huge house near Tarragona and he planned to spend the three summer months there, working remotely alongside his father. He wanted me to stay with them for at least a couple of weeks. We’d been friends since primary school and our parents had known each other even before we had, so I ended up agreeing not to look bad.

I arrived on a Friday at noon. Ricardo and Beatriz, Hugo’s parents, welcomed me. He and Lucía, his wife, had gone down to the village to do the shopping. Ricardo was an engineer, spoke little, smoked like a chimney, and had always seemed too moralistic for my taste. Beatriz, on the other hand, was one of those women time had treated well thanks to the gym and a little surgical help. Short blond hair, brown eyes, a body that hovered around fifty but looked ten years younger, with a large, firm chest that had already drawn more than one uncomfortable glance from me at family dinners.

Hugo had changed a lot. At school he was the starting striker on any team; now he was dragging around twenty extra kilos and got tired climbing one flight of stairs. Lucía, on the other hand, was still the girl he’d met in class: light brown hair to the shoulders, honey-colored eyes, a small, well-shaped body, and full lips that had always been the first thing anyone looked at. The moment they saw me, both of them threw themselves at me with genuine affection.

After an endless paella, Hugo and his father shut themselves in the study with a work problem. The women went out to the garden to sunbathe and I went down to the pool for a while. That’s where I found them: both topless, stretched out on the loungers. Lucía had small, firm breasts, with pink, prominent nipples, a beautiful rarity. Beatriz, by contrast, was showing off two big, round tits, with dark, hard nipples. I felt my swim trunks start to tighten and I threw myself into the water without thinking.

***

After a while the men came down arguing. Ricardo had to rush back to Seville for something urgent. Hugo offered to go with him, but his father cut him off sharply.

—Don’t stress, Hugo. You know you mustn’t get stressed. Stay here, rest, enjoy yourself.

I caught that there was some health issue behind it, though nobody explained it to me. The women were still lying face down, their asses in the air, two silhouettes that were barely different in size: Beatriz’s more generous, with a few subtle stretch marks; Lucía’s thinner, younger. And then I saw what was going to change everything.

On Beatriz’s tailbone, right where the curve of her ass begins, there was a white dressing. Later I learned she’d had a small fistula operated on and that the gauze had to be changed every night so the wound wouldn’t close up badly. Hugo couldn’t do it because he got dizzy at the sight of blood, and Lucía couldn’t stand that kind of care. I volunteered out loud before I even thought about it.

—Well then, problem solved, Mom. Diego will take care of the dressing and that’s the end of it —Hugo said, delighted to pass the buck.

Beatriz didn’t say anything. She just held my gaze a second too long, and I had the feeling she’d just thought the same thing I had.

***

That night, after dinner, something else strange happened. Hugo took Lucía upstairs in the middle of a movie, as if he were clocking in for a shift. Beatriz stayed on the sofa with me.

—The doctor told them to relax so they can get pregnant —she explained—. Though I think if Hugo gave up beer and went back to the gym, they’d have an easier time.

The movie ended. Beatriz went up to her room with a new hesitation in her voice.

—Diego, don’t feel obliged to change my dressing tonight. It can wait until tomorrow, when Ricardo gets back.

I insisted I’d rather do it myself. A few minutes later she called me. She was in bed, face down, wearing a short pool dress that barely covered her ass and with a towel under her body so she wouldn’t stain the sheets. The box with the gauze, Betadine, and hydrogen peroxide was open on the bedside table.

—Beatriz, can I lift your dress? —I asked.

—Diego, please, don’t ask permission for everything. Do what you have to do, or else morning will be here before we know it.

I lifted her dress slowly. She was wearing thin white lace panties. I could have lowered them an inch and done the dressing covering only what was necessary. Instead, I moved them aside with two fingers, exposing the curve of her ass in full. Beatriz swallowed, opened her mouth to say something, and in the end stayed quiet.

I cleaned the wound. I let a little stream of hydrogen peroxide run down the crease of her buttocks, and while I dried it with the gauze, I let the back of my finger brush her anus. I did it on purpose, expecting a verbal slap that never came. She only pressed her face harder into the pillow.

—Did I hurt you? —I asked.

She shook her head without lifting it.

I moved on to the Betadine. I told her, with fake concern, that it would be better to lower her panties so I wouldn’t stain them. She lifted her hip. I pulled the panties off her entirely and positioned myself between her legs, forcing her to open them. Her pussy was swollen, wet, and her clit was clearly hard beneath the trimmed blond hair. I didn’t use the gauze to clean off the excess Betadine: I did it with my fingers, sliding them until I reached her clit. Beatriz drew in a deep breath. I unbuttoned my pants.

—I’m going to put in the new gauze. Are you ready? —I whispered.

She nodded vehemently.

***

Then I saw the shadow in the doorway. Lucía was there, in a nightgown, one hand resting on the frame. We looked at each other for a second. She said nothing, didn’t move. She stayed. She was going to watch me fuck her mother-in-law.

I entered Beatriz slowly. She wasn’t especially lubricated at first, but in two thrusts she started dripping. For the first time she lifted her face from the pillow.

—Fuck, Diego. What they say about you wasn’t an urban legend.

I started fucking her for real. My hips struck her ass with a dry sound that bounced off the walls. Beatriz watched her tongue, but not her words.

—Yes... like that... that’s what the little cunt of my daughter-in-law needs. If you only knew how hungry she is. My son turned out like his father, useless between the legs...

I didn’t know Lucía was listening from the doorway. I did. I sped up.

—Diego... I’m coming... I’m coming...

She came biting the pillow. She made me pull out before I burst and turned to find me with her mouth. She sucked me with an intensity I wouldn’t have expected from a woman her age, until I finished in her throat. Then she shooed me out of the room with an affectionate gesture. When I came out, Lucía was already racing up the stairs.

From my room I heard everything that came after. Hugo asked her what had taken her so long. She made up something about herbs. Then he wanted to fuck. It lasted as long as it lasted: a sigh and a couple of quiet complaints.

***

The next morning I got up early to have breakfast. Then Hugo came down, then Lucía, and finally Beatriz, with freshly washed hair and dark circles she hid well.

—Good morning, Mom. Late today, huh? How did our nurse treat you? —Hugo joked.

—Son, the best treatment I’ve ever had. In fact, once I finish throwing in a few loads of laundry, while you all go down to shop, I hope Diego will treat me again.

She said it while looking at me with the calmest face in the world and a spark of arousal in her eyes that only I could read. Beside me, Lucía was burning up, not daring to turn her head.

Hugo argued with Lucía about something in the kitchen and in the end they didn’t go down to the village. Beatriz had to go alone. I went for a one-hour run to burn off the tension. When I got back, Hugo was still in his study with his headphones on and the two women were sunbathing by the pool like two statues. I threw myself into the water.

When Beatriz came back from shopping and Hugo shut himself in again to talk on the phone with his father, Lucía and I were left alone for a moment on a lounger.

—Diego —she murmured without looking at me—. Last night...

It wasn’t a question. It was a confession. I sat down beside her. My trunks were clinging to my crotch like a flag.

—I saw everything —she said—. My mother-in-law... coming like a whore with your dick inside her. And I couldn’t look away. Afterward I had to touch myself thinking about you, with Hugo asleep next to me.

My hands moved on their own. One slid up her thigh to the edge of her bikini. She didn’t pull away: she opened her legs a little wider.

—I love Hugo —she said—, but he doesn’t fuck me the way I need. He’s a good guy. You made her scream. I want that. I want you to wreck me.

I turned her against the lounger. I yanked her bikini down. Her ass was perfect, not a mark on it, the skin still warm from the sun. I spread her and went down with my tongue from her clit to the other hole, slowly. She arched and dug her nails into my forearm.

—Eat me out, Diego, please, make me yours...

I penetrated her in one thrust. She was tighter than Beatriz, more repressed. Every push drew a restrained moan from her, a name, an affectionate insult aimed at her husband. It didn’t last long. She came before I did and, when I emptied inside her, I felt her shudder again. When I lifted my head, I saw the shadow in the kitchen window. Beatriz. She was there, one hand tucked under her skirt, moving to the rhythm of her daughter-in-law’s last spasms.

***

That night, when Hugo went up early to lie down because his head hurt, the two women started goading each other in the living room. Each one believed the other knew nothing, and each one was trying to pass for the decent wife.

—You’ve both seen each other without realizing it —I cut in, sick of the whole dance.

They fell silent. It was Beatriz who broke the silence.

—Lucía, I’m not judging you. You’re a good girl and I understand what’s happening to you, because the same thing happens to me. Hugo is a good man, just like his father, and neither of them can understand a woman.

Lucía stood up, hugged her mother-in-law, and started crying. Between sobs she asked for forgiveness. She said she wanted to be a mother and that with Hugo she couldn’t. Beatriz took her upstairs with an arm over her shoulders. I stayed alone on the sofa, not knowing what to expect.

Half an hour later, Beatriz called me from upstairs. The voice was coming from Lucía’s room. I went up thinking they wanted to ask me for discretion, a promise, whatever. When I pushed the door open, the two of them were naked on the bed. Beatriz, her tits swaying as she bit her lip; Lucía, on all fours, her ass up, her eyes shining.

—Join in, Diego —purred Beatriz—. It’s time for the real sluts in this house to get ours.

Lucía crawled to me, unbuttoned my pants with her teeth, and took my whole cock into her mouth. Beatriz joined in, licking my balls and whispering obscenities to her daughter-in-law about how slutty she was. I fucked them in turns. First Lucía, against the wall, with her legs wrapped around my waist. Then Beatriz, on all fours, her ass left red from my slaps. Between thrusts they kissed with tongue, sharing each other’s taste.

—Come inside me —Lucía begged when I mounted her again—. Forget my useless husband.

And I did. Beatriz, as soon as I finished, threw herself down to lick us both, gathering up every drop as if it were wine.

***

Ricardo and Hugo came back the next day at noon. Dinner was delicious torture. The two men talked about football and a construction project; the two women and I kept up a perfect act. Under the table, Beatriz’s foot slid up my leg until she squeezed my balls through my pants. Lucía’s hand, hidden by the tablecloth, worked its way to my fly.

—Hugo, darling, pour your father a little more wine —Beatriz said in a honeyed voice—. And you, love, tell us more about that project you’re working on.

While she distracted them, her hand joined Lucía’s. Mother and daughter-in-law, jerking me off under the table, two feet away from the men sitting beside them. I almost came twice. Beatriz looked at us and whispered without losing her smile:

—Go upstairs for a moment. Say you’re going to get the wedding photo album. I have something prepared for you.

We went up trying to hide it as best we could. In the room, Lucía opened her legs on the bed before I’d even closed the door. I mounted her in silence, fucked her counting the seconds. Just when I couldn’t hold back any longer, the door opened a crack. It was Beatriz. She smiled, gestured for us to keep going, and went back to the dining room.

—Come inside —Lucía panted against my neck—. Leave me full, I have to go back down like this.

I emptied myself with one final thrust. We stayed pressed together for a minute, listening to Ricardo’s laughter downstairs. When we went back down, Lucía sat in her seat. A bright thread of fluid slid down her thigh. Beatriz saw it, caught it with her finger, and brought it to her mouth without anyone else noticing.

—What a good family we’ve made —Beatriz toasted, raising her glass—. To us. And to the new members who, if we’re lucky, won’t be long coming.

Ricardo toasted without understanding a thing. Hugo did too. I held the gaze of the two women over the rim of the glass and knew, without needing words, that that summer had still not even begun.