My Confession: One Night with Her and Another with Her Daughter

I saw her for the first time at a party a friend of mine threw at the end of September. Romina walked in through the door with that kind of confidence only a few women have: she wasn’t looking to be looked at, she simply knew they would look at her. She was just over five feet tall, had dark hair down to her shoulders, and a figure that didn’t need describing to be understood.

I went over before anyone else could.

The conversation flowed well from the start. She was direct, had a sense of humor, and didn’t waste time beating around the bush. Within half an hour we were in a quiet corner of the living room, backs against the wall and our glasses forgotten on a shelf. An hour later I was asking if she wanted me to take her home.

—Yes —she said without hesitation—. Let’s go now.

Her apartment was twenty minutes away by car. On the drive she put on music softly and rested her hand on my thigh with a naturalness I found more erotic than anything she could have said. Her hand slid upward unhurriedly, found the bulge already pressing against the fabric of my pants, and squeezed it with a smile that never quite turned toward me.

—You’re already hard —she said, keeping her hand there—. We’re going to be late for my bed if you keep this up.

When we got to the entrance, there was no question of whether I was going up or not: she opened the car door and I followed her.

***

Her bedroom was tidy, with dark bedding and a window that let in the dim light of the streetlamps outside. Romina turned to me before I could say a word and started unbuttoning my shirt with a calm that contrasted with everything I was feeling at that moment.

—Sit down —she told me.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her.

What she did next was slow and completely deliberate. She began moving in front of me with that ease some women have of making the simple act of taking off clothes into something that makes it hard to breathe. First the blouse, which fell to the floor without a fuss. Then the skirt. She stood in front of me in her bra and underwear for a moment that lasted longer than any clock could measure.

When she took off her bra, I understood why she had walked into that party with so much confidence.

I’m not going to exaggerate or invent anything: Romina’s body was the kind that makes you reconsider several things about your life. She had big, firm tits, with dark nipples already hard, a narrow waist and wide hips that balanced everything else out. She wasn’t perfect in the cold sense of the word, but she was perfect in the only sense that mattered at that moment.

I got to my feet without anyone asking me to.

Romina’s skin smelled sweet and clean. I kissed her neck, then slowly worked my way down while she rested her hands on my shoulders. I sucked one nipple and then the other, biting them carefully until I heard her let out the first moan of the night, low and almost annoyed, as if she resented admitting she already had her where she wanted her. I moved down over her flat stomach, knelt in front of her, and pulled down her underwear. She said nothing: she just spread her feet and waited, one hand already finding the back of my neck.

Her pussy was shaved, swollen and glossy. A thread of slick was already escaping down the inside of her thighs before I even touched her.

—Eat it right —she told me, with no shame at all—. With your tongue. Slowly at first.

I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, from her perineum to her clit, pressing flat against her. I repeated the motion three, four times, until her hips started moving on their own. I spread her lips with my fingers and saw her fully, pink and wet, her clit already out of its hood. I sucked on it like it was a little cock, tugging it with my lips, and she let out a long gasp and dug her nails into my scalp.

—There, fuck, there, don’t move.

I stayed there. I slid two fingers inside her at once, curling them upward, searching for that rough spot that swells when a woman is close. I found it quickly. She pushed her hips against my face and against my fingers with a rhythm that allowed no interruptions. I sucked her clit harder, never stopping pumping her with my fingers, and within minutes everything started trembling, her thighs clamping around my head, her pussy tightening around my fingers in spasms.

—I’m cumming, I’m cumming, don’t stop.

I didn’t stop. She came standing up, left hand gripping the headboard so she wouldn’t fall, soaking my chin. When she finished, she grabbed my hair and yanked me up hard.

—Now you to the bed. On your back.

She finished undressing me with wet kisses, still tasting like her in my mouth. When she saw my cock hard against my stomach, she said nothing: she climbed on top of me astride, bent down and took hold of it with one hand while settling herself over my face with the other leg.

She took it into her mouth to the hilt in one motion. I felt it hit the back of her throat and heard her cough, but she didn’t pull it out. She started sucking me with hunger, both hands now free squeezing my balls and the base, sucking with hollowed cheeks and making that wet, filthy sound only a woman who knows what she’s doing can make. Every so often she took it all the way out, spit on the tip, and swallowed it whole again.

—You have such a delicious cock —she said in a hoarse voice, the tip resting on her lips—. I’m going to ride it all night.

She took it in her mouth again and sucked me until I could feel my thighs tightening. I grabbed her face and pulled her away.

—Come here. If you keep going like that, I’m going to come in your mouth right now.

—And what’s so bad about that?

—That I want to fuck you first.

She smiled, straightened up over me, grabbed my cock and slid it into her pussy in one motion, sinking down to the hilt. We both moaned at the same time. She was hot inside, tight, soaking. She started moving over me with a slow sway of her hips, hands on my chest, those big tits moving in front of my face.

I grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples between my fingers while she rode me. She sped up. The wet sound of our bodies slamming together filled the bedroom. She fucked me with the kind of conviction only women who’ve known what they like for a long time have. She leaned back, braced her hands on my thighs and took me deep, her clit brushing my pubic bone with every downstroke.

—Do me from behind —she panted—. Put me on all fours.

I lifted her off me, turned her around, and raised her ass. I spread her cheeks with both hands and saw her little hole, dark and tight, above her open, dripping cunt. I ran my thumb over it without entering, and she let out a soft whimper.

—There too, later. But first the cunt. Hard.

I shoved into her in one thrust to the balls. She let out a choked cry into the pillow. I grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her without mercy, with long, dry thrusts, watching her ass bounce against my pubic bone with every blow. My open palm against one cheek, then another slap. Her skin turned red.

—Harder, harder, fuck.

I grabbed her hair in a fist, pulled back so she arched, and kept pumping into her. In that position I went deeper, until I made her moan in a different way, lower. I wet my thumb with saliva and pressed it against her tight little hole. She pushed back. The thumb went in to the knuckle and she came a second later, a long orgasm that shook her whole body and made everything around my cock clamp down like a fist.

—Come inside me —she asked when she could speak—. I want to feel it hot.

I held out a little longer, a couple of minutes of increasingly brutal thrusts, until I felt the cramp rise from my balls. I grabbed her hips and drove in deep. I unloaded shot after shot inside her, feeling her still contracting around my cock in small spasms. I stayed buried there until I stopped trembling.

I pulled out slowly. A thick white thread began leaking from her open cunt down the inside of her thigh. She turned around, sat up, ran a finger through it and put it in her mouth.

—We’ve got all night —she said.

And she wasn’t exaggerating. We slept for an hour, maybe two at most. When I opened my eyes she was sucking me again, my cock already hard between her lips, and we started over. This time I put her against the wall, one leg lifted and hooked over my hip, and I fucked her standing until both her knees gave out. Then she sat on top of me in the bedroom armchair, facing away from me, and rode me while I bit her neck and squeezed her tits until she came a second time that night.

When we finally fell fully asleep, her head was resting on my chest and I was thinking that if that was going to be a one-night thing, at least it was the kind one remembers in detail for years.

***

The next morning, Romina made me coffee and explained that she had to stop by her mother’s place to pick up her daughter before it got late. She said it with the same naturalness anyone would use on any Sunday morning.

—How old is your daughter? —I asked, for no particular reason.

—Eighteen. She just turned eighteen in August.

I drove her there. First we stopped in front of an apartment building two kilometers from her place, where Romina went in alone and took about ten minutes. When she came out, she was with a young girl wearing her hair in a messy bun and smiling in a way I saw through the windshield before she even reached the car.

—This is Daniela —Romina said when she opened the back door.

The girl got in behind me. During the drive I barely saw her: only her reflection in the rearview mirror when I dared to look. She was beautiful in an unavoidable way, with features similar to her mother’s but younger, more direct, still without the learned calm Romina had.

When we got to the apartment, Romina went in first to make breakfast. Daniela stayed in the hallway with me while I took the keys out of my bag.

—Are you coming up? —she asked, not looking at me yet.

I was about to say no, that I had things to do, when Daniela leaned against the doorframe and looked me straight in the eyes.

—Please —she added, and she said it in a way that didn’t sound like a plea but like something completely different.

I went up.

***

The apartment was small and bright. Romina was in the kitchen making noise with cups. Daniela led me to the living room and we sat on the couch. We started talking about nothing important: the music coming from the kitchen, whether I took my coffee black or with milk, what I planned to do for the rest of Sunday.

As we talked, I realized Daniela was perfectly aware of what she was doing with every gesture. Not in an obvious or clumsy way, but with a naturalness that was hard to ignore. When she leaned forward to pick something up from the coffee table, her T-shirt clung in a way that did not go unnoticed.

—My mother told me you slept here last night —she said, looking straight at me.

—Yes.

—Was it good?

—Very good.

She smiled as if the answer confirmed something she already knew.

Before I could add anything, Romina appeared with the cups and sat on the couch armrest very close to me. Something in the arrangement of the three of us in that room shifted without anyone naming it. Romina rested her hand on my shoulder. Daniela watched me with an expression that wasn’t exactly innocent.

—Daniela —her mother said softly—, leave the man alone.

—He’s not bothering me —I said, and both of them laughed at the same time, in exactly the same way.

What happened next was gradual and, at the same time, inevitable. Romina got up to take the cups to the kitchen and while she did, Daniela moved a little closer to me on the couch. When her mother came back, she sat on my other side, and the silence that followed was the kind that doesn’t make you uncomfortable but weighs on you in a different way.

I was the one who broke it:

—I’m not exactly sure what’s going on here.

Romina smiled.

—Do you want to know? —she asked.

—Yes.

—Daniela is curious —Romina said, with a calm that amazed me—. And I don’t mind sharing when I care about the person.

I looked at Daniela. She nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on mine.

—Only if you want to —she added.

***

I started by kissing Romina while Daniela moved slowly toward me from the other side of the sofa. Romina took her clothes off first, without ceremony, with that same ease from the night before. Daniela took a little longer. When she did, I realized the resemblance between mother and daughter was greater than I had noticed in the car: the same structure, the same proportions, though Daniela had slightly smaller, perkier tits, a more defined waist, and a pussy with dark hair trimmed into a narrow triangle. She had the energy of someone still discovering what her body could do and what it wanted to ask for.

Romina settled on the couch and drew Daniela toward her. They positioned themselves one on top of the other in sixty-nine, mother underneath, daughter on top, and started eating each other out with a concentration and calm that left me standing at the foot of the couch watching for a good while. Romina gripped her ass and spread her cheeks with both hands while she buried her tongue in Daniela’s cunt. Daniela licked her mother’s clit with the tip, in small, precise circles, with a technique she hadn’t learned that same afternoon. There was nothing forced about it. This was something they had done before.

I got rock hard just watching them. I started jerking off slowly, standing there as Daniela lifted her shiny face now and then to look at me and smile before sinking back between her mother’s legs.

Romina stretched one hand toward me without taking her attention off what she was doing.

—Come here. Put my daughter’s cock in your mouth while I eat her out.

I went over. Daniela lifted her head and opened her mouth without saying a word. I brought my cock to her and she took it in one hand, looked at it for a second as if measuring something, then swallowed it all in one go. She almost choked, but didn’t pull away. She started sucking me from that awkward position, on her back with her ass over her mother’s face, her wet eyes looking up at me from below. Every time Romina buried her tongue in her, Daniela moaned around my cock, and that vibration shot all the way up me.

—Fuck her mouth —Romina said from below, pulling away from her cunt for a moment—. She likes it deep. I taught her that.

I grabbed Daniela’s head with both hands and started moving, slowly at first, then faster. I fucked her mouth for real, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat and draw tears that ran down her temples and disappeared into her mother’s hair. Romina, meanwhile, kept eating her out. I could feel Daniela’s contractions through my cock every time her mother did something with her tongue.

Daniela came like that, with my cock buried in her throat and Romina’s tongue in her pussy. Her whole body shook on top of her mother’s face and she let out a muffled moan around me that made me have to pull out so I wouldn’t come then and there.

I lifted her out of the sixty-nine. Her face and chest were beaded with sweat, panting, lips swollen. Romina sat up underneath and looked at her with satisfaction.

—Now you do him —she told her—. But the way I taught you. Look him in the eyes.

Daniela dropped to her knees on the floor between my legs. She positioned herself in front of me and took me in her mouth again, this time more slowly, with more control. It was clear from the start that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it. She took her time, found the rhythm, paid attention to what worked. She pulled me out all the way to suck my balls one by one, went back up to lick the tip with her tongue curled around it, swallowed me whole again. Never taking her eyes off me.

Romina, behind her, dropped to her knees and ran a hand over Daniela’s back, then underneath. She spread her legs and started playing with her daughter’s cunt from behind with two fingers.

—She’s soaking wet —Romina told me with a smile—. You’re turning her on nicely.

When I stopped before going too far, Daniela looked up.

—Why did you stop?

—Because I want to ask you something —I said.

I sat on the couch and looked straight at her.

—What exactly do you want?

Daniela thought for a moment, with a honesty that completely disarmed me.

—I want it to be with you the first time I really do it —she said—. Anal. I’ve never done it. I wanted it to be with someone who knew how to do it right and wasn’t in a hurry.

She said it with such naturalness that it took me a second to answer.

—Are you sure?

—Completely.

Romina, who had been listening from the other end of the couch, looked at us with an expression halfway between amused and satisfied.

—I’ll help her —she said—. Lay her on her back and let me get her ready.

I laid Daniela on the couch, with her back against a cushion and her legs bent against her chest. Romina positioned herself beside her and started licking her clit with a wide-open mouth, flat and broad, while I ran the tip of my cock over her lips and over her pussy, soaking myself. I slid my cock into her pussy first, a couple of times, slowly, to relax her. She let out a long sigh.

—Get her ready properly —Romina told me—. Don’t go in dry.

I gathered saliva, lubricating with that and with Daniela’s pussy juice. I ran my thumb over her little hole, in slow circles, not pressing. Then one finger. Then two. She clutched her mother’s arm and breathed hard, but she didn’t tell me to stop.

—Keep going —she whispered—. It feels weird, but keep going.

When two fingers fit without complaint, I withdrew them and pressed the tip of my cock against her ring. I pushed in millimeter by millimeter. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. I stopped and waited. Thirty seconds. A minute. Romina, meanwhile, kept licking her clit to keep her distracted and wet.

—Keep going —she asked after a moment—. Slowly, but keep going.

I went in by millimeters. She was unbelievably tight, a heat different from her pussy’s, more closed, more burning. When I reached the bottom for the first time, she let out a long gasp and dug her nails into my wrist.

—Wait. Just wait a moment.

I waited. Romina spoke softly in her ear, things I couldn’t make out, and gently pinched one of her nipples. Little by little Daniela relaxed from the inside. I could feel her giving around my cock.

—Now move. Slowly.

I started moving very slowly, short, gentle strokes. She breathed in the rhythm I set for her. After a while she started matching me, moving her hips a little, and her moans changed. They weren’t from pain anymore.

—More —she said—. A little deeper.

I picked up the pace very carefully. Romina slipped two fingers into her pussy while I kept fucking her from behind, and when she noticed her daughter starting to tremble, she pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.

Daniela came with a sharp cry, all her muscles tightening around my cock in a convulsion that almost dragged me with her. I held on for a few more seconds, one thrust, then another, and pulled out in time. I knelt over her and came all over her, over her stomach and tits, long thick ropes that dripped down to her neck. Romina bent down without saying a word and licked the semen off her skin with her tongue, slowly, looking at me.

When I finished, Daniela stayed reclined for a while without saying anything, her eyes still closed. Then she turned to her mother with an expression that was half wonder and half something that had no exact name.

—It hurts —she said—. But I don’t want it to be the last time.

Romina smiled.

—Welcome —she replied, with the same calm she’d use to say anything else.

Daniela turned to me:

—I wanted to give you something nobody else had had. And besides, that way I don’t have to share it with anyone.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I don’t think anything needed to be said.

***

That afternoon I left when the sun was already low. I drove back to my apartment thinking about everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours and came to the conclusion that I had no particular interest in going back to my life exactly as it had been before.

I called Romina that same night.

I spent the next month going back and forth. After two months, I gave up my place and moved in with them. We got married in the spring, in a small ceremony with four friends and not much protocol. Romina chose a white dress that was anything but discreet. Daniela carried the bouquet and gave the first toast.

Now the three of us live together. They’ve found a balance that sometimes seems hard for me to believe, but it works with a naturalness that no longer surprises me. There are completely ordinary nights: dinner, conversation, a show on the TV. And there are nights that are anything but.

I’ve learned that life can be much broader than one imagines when one is still living alone with one’s habits and ideas about how things are supposed to be.

I don’t regret any of the decisions I made after that September party. Not following Romina to the entrance. Not going up when Daniela asked me to. Not changing apartments, routines, and almost everything else.

Some stories don’t have a clear ending. Mine, on the other hand, has a very specific beginning: a party, a woman who walked in through the door with too much confidence, and me, lucky enough not to stand still.