My Boyfriend’s Mother Watched Us from the Doorway
Marina, my boyfriend’s mother, is still a young woman and takes better care of herself than many girls my age. Before the night I’m going to tell you about, we had seen each other a few times and she was always pleasant, though we never had much confidence with each other. She was cordial with me, attentive, one of those people who treat you well without ever quite letting go.
She’s been divorced for years and lives without caring what people think of her. Adrián, my boyfriend, takes after his mother: handsome, slim and fit, with not an ounce of excess fat. And he says I’m gorgeous, that I’ve got a firm ass and tits and a face nobody argues with. I’m not going to contradict him.
We fucked wherever and whenever we could, like any couple: in his car, in mine, in our rooms when the parents weren’t around, and every now and then, if we had some money together, in a hotel or a vacation campground.
Like so many girls these days, I’d had my experiences with a friend or two. Long kisses, hands under clothes at strange and beautiful moments. I don’t consider myself lesbian or even fully bisexual, but I know when I like a woman. And Adrián’s mother, with those dresses of hers sometimes even bolder than mine and her skin always tanned, I liked her more than I was willing to admit.
One Saturday night, after a few drinks, we went up to her place with a kind of horny urgency that knew nothing of patience. Marina had gone out with the man she was seeing those days and we weren’t expecting her back until the next morning. We had the house to ourselves.
Already in the elevator, Adrián’s hands wouldn’t leave my body, barely covered by a tight lycra dress and a tiny thong. My mouth was after his, chasing his tongue with mine, and my pulse had already shot up before we crossed the door.
The moment we got inside I lifted his T-shirt and caressed his skin, hot and damp like mine. He tried to tug my thong down clumsily, but I slipped away by moving my hips, teasing him. I turned and ran toward his bedroom, showing him my ass beneath the hitched-up dress.
There I let him take off my thong, though not my high-heeled sandals. I lay down on my back and yanked his pants down, just below that hard white ass of his that I loved to knead.
I offered him a foot so he could kiss it, because I knew that drove me wild. Adrián took off one sandal and started licking between my toes, taking them into his mouth one by one, tracing the sole without caring that I writhed from the ticklish sensation. The dress kept riding up my body, leaving my stomach bare.
I was rubbing the breasts peeking out of the neckline myself and pinching my nipples through the thin fabric to show them off; that night I wasn’t wearing a bra. He moved slowly up my calf and along the inner thighs without breaking his tongue from my skin.
When he finally drove his tongue between the lips of my cunt and found my clit, I moaned and came in the first orgasm of the night. Adrián knew how to do it. Sometimes he’d lift my legs to my chest to lick my ass too, plunging his tongue in without rest.
He was so focused on ripping orgasm after orgasm out of me, and I was so lost in enjoying them, that neither of us heard the front door. We didn’t notice either that we’d left the bedroom door open.
***
I opened my eyes at some point and saw her. Marina was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a tiny top and shorts so short they looked more like underwear, watching the sight of her son’s ass with his pants half down.
Adrián’s face was still buried between my thighs. My hands were on my tits and, I suppose, my expression was one of absolute bliss. I got the scare of my life seeing her there in front of me. But then I noticed the detail that changed everything: a dark nipple was slipping out the side of her top and one of her hands was inside her shorts. There was no doubt. She was touching herself while watching us.
Instead of shutting me down, that turned me on even more. I held her gaze and smiled at her, silent, biting my lip. I hooked the heel I was still wearing into Adrián’s pants and stretched my leg to pull them all the way down.
He caught the hint and, without taking his face away from my cunt, finished getting naked, dragging his briefs down with his pants. Marina finally saw her son’s cock hanging between his thighs, thick, with shaved balls like I liked them so I could lick them without hairs in my mouth.
She let her shorts fall to the floor. She was wearing a tiny thong, pushed to one side, and a shaved mound, with two fingers sunk between her lips. I gestured for her to come closer. At first she hesitated; I imagine she thought this wasn’t right, that he was her son. But she was too hot and eventually moved forward.
She came over slowly, like a frightened little animal. When she reached my side, I replaced her fingers with mine and started fingering her as deeply as I could reach. A little later her tongue tangled with mine, and that was exactly when Adrián realized we had company.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol or how turned on the three of us were, but the situation, as delirious as it was, didn’t seem strange to us. We kept doing what we were doing, only now the three of us together.
I let go of my boyfriend’s head to grab one of his mother’s breasts, a little bigger than mine. I pulled her top aside to caress her bare skin and, seeing it was in the way, she took it off herself. She was left with her wet thong shoved aside, and between the two of them they helped me pull my wrinkled dress over my head while Adrián stayed on all fours between my legs.
I was dying to feel him inside me. I pulled him up to drive it into me, and made room for Marina, who had started nibbling my nipples. Adrián slid into me slowly, the way I like it, making me feel him working his way into my soaked cunt.
“Get here,” I told Marina, and asked her to kneel over me at my face level.
When she did, I showed her son that he wasn’t the only one in that bed who knew how to eat pussy. I immediately tasted her on my tongue as I licked her lips, sought out her clit, and buried myself as deeply as I could. From the moans she let out, I must not have been doing it badly at all.
Adrián, meanwhile, had started giving similar attention to his mother’s ass, biting her cheeks and asking me to spread them with my hands so he could lick her properly. Being eaten by two tongues, two mouths giving you pleasure at the same time, is one of the best things a woman can feel.
He hadn’t let go of my cunt and kept fucking me softly so he wouldn’t have to give up the rest. We had barely exchanged a word, as if we were afraid of breaking the magic, but our bodies spoke for themselves.
I couldn’t even imagine the perverse thrill mother and son must have been feeling at that moment. I had already come God knows how many times and I could still feel Adrián hard inside me.
***
I kept my tongue against Marina’s skin. I pulled her with my arms until I caught one of her breasts between my teeth, my hip wedged between our bellies. Adrián caught my hint and pulled his cock out of my cunt to enter his mother’s.
When she felt him, she opened her mouth and let out a long gasp, feeling him enter her slowly. I silenced her gasp with my tongue, still with her taste in my mouth, and she didn’t mind sharing it with me.
I slid down beneath the two of them so Marina could lick me, and she did it with a skill that made me suspect I wasn’t the first girl she’d ever eaten. That womanly, practiced, playful tongue dug between my lips, went in as far as it could, and sucked my clit in time with her son’s cock.
Adrián held her firmly by the hip and fucked her as if he wanted to go back in through the place he’d once come out of, giving her the orgasms she seemed to have needed for far too long.
But I knew what he liked. To give him the ending he deserved, I moved behind him, grabbed his balls with one hand and, with a finger from that same hand, stroked Marina’s clit while I let myself be carried by his thrusts. Then I buried my face between his cheeks and licked his hole until he came, filling his mother.
The moment they pulled apart, I threw myself at her dripping cunt, licking and gathering with my tongue as much of that semen as I could. The two of them sought out my mouth with theirs and the three of us shared those flavors in a three-tongued kiss.
I didn’t let go of Marina’s ass, because I didn’t want her to leave. But instead of leaving us, she suggested moving the party to her bed, bigger and more comfortable than Adrián’s.
***
Once we were lying down, she told us she’d had a fight with the man she’d been seeing and had come home hot and needy. She found us fucking and couldn’t resist touching herself while watching the spectacle we were putting on without meaning to. Besides, she admitted she hadn’t seen her son like that in a long time.
She also admitted I wasn’t the first girl she’d slept with, and I confessed that her body drove me crazy. Adrián told us he’d jerked off a ton thinking about her, that he wanted her as a woman without stopping wanting me. And I had to admit my experiences with other girls and why I was so eager to try Marina.
While we talked naked, with drinks in our hands, our hands never stopped roaming over each other. She stroked my clit with soft fingers without letting go of her son’s cock, and I kept fondling her perfect tits, because I’d given my boyfriend his mother’s cunt.
We got each other worked up slowly, preparing for a second round that by then nobody intended to avoid. Since then we haven’t stopped sharing her bed, and best of all, we no longer have to hide from anyone to do it.