My Mother and I Ended Up Sharing the Same Man
My mother took her time coming upstairs. I sat waiting in the kitchen, not knowing whether that night I would have to pack my bags and go to my father’s house or call a friend to ask if I could sleep over. When she finally appeared, she was holding a bottle of rum she had taken from the café’s storeroom. The bottle was already half empty. She sat down across from me and gestured for me to come closer.
I expected a reprimand. A lecture. Something from mother to daughter. But what came was an apology. She spoke as though she were a friend who had stolen another woman’s boyfriend, not the woman who had given me life. She wasn’t apologizing for having fucked Matías, but for hiding from me that she had fallen for him too.
I had told her everything I felt. I had opened my heart to her weeks before. And she had chosen to keep silent.
I poured her a full glass of rum. She downed it in one gulp. Then she began to talk for real.
***
A few months earlier, my mother had broken up with her latest boyfriend. That same weekend, Matías had also broken up with my brother Lucas, who refused to let him fuck him in the ass because he was afraid of his size. I had gone out that night—I don’t remember whether with my friends or my ex. When the café closed, the two of them were left alone.
They started talking like friends. They told each other about their problems. My mother opened another bottle, and they both drank while discussing their romantic failures. She confessed that her ex had never made her come even once, always leaving her half-finished with a small cock she could barely feel. He admitted that the opposite happened to him: his cock was so big that everyone who saw it was scared away. They laughed at the irony. They kept drinking.
The conversation grew more heated. My mother, somewhat tipsy, asked him directly whether we turned him on. She said she had already noticed the way he looked at our tits and asses whenever we walked around the house in little clothing. With alcohol loosening his tongue, Matías confessed that we did—that both of us made him jerk off alone whenever he thought about us—but that he preferred not to get involved with either of us because we both had partners.
My mother was the one who made the first move. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue all the way down his throat. He didn’t reject her.
I poured him another glass. I needed him to keep talking.
He told me that right there, on the small sofa where customers waited for their orders, they let themselves go. Matías ripped open her uniform blouse in one pull and tore off the buttons. He took off her bra and latched onto her nipples like a hungry calf, biting them hard and sucking them until they were red and erect, while she dug her nails into the back of his neck to make him keep going. Then he yanked down her skirt and panties, spread her legs on the sofa, and plunged two fingers into her pussy, pulling them out and thrusting them back in until her juices ran down his wrist. My mother confessed that in less than a minute she had already come on Matías’s fingers, squeezing his hand between her thighs and trembling like a bitch in heat.
At that point my mother wanted to stop. I insisted. I didn’t let up until she continued.
She told me that afterward he stood in front of her and lowered his pants. When my mother saw his cock, she almost choked. She said it was the thickest, longest dick she had ever seen, with prominent veins, a purple tip, and pre-cum dripping from it. Instinctively, she leaned forward, grabbed it with both hands—because one hand couldn’t fit around it—and put it in her mouth. She sucked the tip first, savoring the salty precum, and then tried to swallow it whole. She choked halfway down. Matías held her by the hair and fed his cock into the back of her throat, pulling it out and thrusting it in again while drool ran down her chin and her eyes filled with tears. My mother told me about it laughing and drunk, saying she had never sucked a cock like that, that she would have sucked it all night.
But Matías had other plans. He threw her onto her back on the sofa, settled between her legs, and rubbed the head of his cock against her soaked pussy, coating himself in her juices. When the foreplay was over, he shoved it in all at once, burying himself to the root before she had time to regret it. My mother almost screamed. She had never had a cock so large splitting her pussy in two. She felt herself being opened from the inside, felt his cock touch places no one had ever touched before, felt her belly fill with hot, pulsing flesh.
He didn’t wait. He started fucking her hard, driving her against the back of the sofa with a constant, brutal rhythm that made her tits bounce against his face. He grabbed her nipples and pinched them cruelly while he penetrated her, and my mother screamed with every thrust, begging for more, begging him to tear her apart. She came twice while he pounded her against the sofa, soaking her entire pubis and thighs. After nearly an hour, when he couldn’t hold back any longer, he put her on her knees in front of him, grabbed her head with both hands, and unloaded all his cum between her tits and into her mouth. My mother, almost hypnotized, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to receive the hot streams of milk splashing onto her face. Then she ran her fingers over her chest, gathered what remained between her tits, and put it in her mouth, swallowing everything while looking him in the eyes.
My mother confessed that she had never liked men coming in her mouth. But with Matías it was different. She had asked him herself to come on her face.
***
After that night, they began seeing each other in secret. Matías waited for me to leave for school so he could sneak into my mother’s room and fuck her two or three times in a row before noon. When I came home in the afternoon, they would slip away to the café’s storeroom for a quick fuck against the crates of merchandise before opening. She would hike up her skirts and pull her panties aside, and he would fuck her standing up, covering her mouth with his hand so the customers outside wouldn’t hear her moans. At night, they sneaked up to the third floor to fuck without fear of being discovered.
I asked whether she had been protecting herself. She told me she couldn’t buy contraceptives because she was afraid I would find them and grow suspicious. They always tried to make him finish outside, coming on her tits, her face, her ass, or in her mouth. The only time he didn’t—the time he came inside her pussy and filled her with his milk—was the day I caught them.
That morning, when I found them together, she wanted to come downstairs and explain everything to me. But Matías wouldn’t let her. The situation had made him rock-hard, his cock outlined beneath the sheet. As soon as I left the room, he grabbed her by the hips, put her on all fours on the bed, and thrust into her from behind in a single stroke. She struggled a little, still crying over what she had seen on my face, but as soon as she felt his cock entering her pussy all the way, her strength deserted her. She confessed that within three minutes she was already coming, squeezing Matías’s cock with her pussy while he tugged her hair and spanked her until her buttocks were red.
Then came something my mother confessed to me shamefacedly. While taking her from behind, he began caressing her asshole with his thumb wet with saliva and juices, where no one had ever touched her before. My mother was still an anal virgin. At first she thought he was only playing. He slipped in the tip of his finger and moved it in circles. The sensation was uncomfortable, but sent currents through her entire back. Then he put in the whole finger and moved it in rhythm with his thrusts into her pussy. My mother swore that she came again with his finger inside her. Until she felt him position himself, pull his cock out of her pussy, and place the head against her asshole, pushing hard in an attempt to enter her ass. The pain was so intense that she began kicking and begging him to stop, saying no, not there, that he would split her open. She fought with everything she had. And that time, she won. But Matías wasn’t satisfied. He turned her onto her back, pulled her legs open, and drove his cock into her pussy again furiously, fucking her like an animal, venting all his frustration with his hips. He grabbed her throat with one hand and her tits with the other, and emptied all his semen inside her against her will, coming for what seemed to her like minutes and filling her belly with hot milk.
That was the entire confession I managed to get out of my mother that night.
***
Then I asked her what she wanted to do. She answered that she couldn’t refuse him when he came looking for her. She had never been with a cock so big, with a man so dominant, so rough in bed. Her pussy could no longer be without that cock inside it. I asked whether she was in love. She said no. That what they had was only fucking.
I don’t know what was going through my head at that moment, but something mischievous woke up inside me. I took her hands and confessed that I was in love with Matías. I didn’t want to give him up, but neither did I want her to step aside if all she wanted was his cock. I suggested that we let him decide: one of us, or both.
My mother hesitated for quite a while. But I led her, somewhat unsteadily, to Matías’s room. He was watching television with his hand inside his pants, waiting to find out how our conversation had ended.
When he saw us standing in the doorway, he went still. I entered first, turned off the television, and crawled toward him across the bed. I whispered in his ear that we were there because we wanted to know which of us he wanted to fuck. I gave him a soft kiss, slipped my tongue into his mouth, and began unbuttoning his pants. I pulled him out. I stroked him slowly with my hand, watching him grow until the tip turned purple, then spat on the head so my hand would slide more easily.
My mother remained in the doorway, motionless, watching me give Matías a slow handjob. When I leaned down and took his entire cock into my mouth, swallowing it down to my throat, my mother finally came closer. It took her a moment, but eventually she knelt beside me at the edge of the bed. While I took off my clothes, she grabbed his cock with both hands and began sucking one side while I sucked the other. We took turns with the tip, licking it together, our tongues bumping around the glans. Matías moaned like a man possessed, one hand on each of our heads, guiding us.
That was the first night the three of us shared a bed.
***
Matías was methodical, almost gentlemanly in his own way. First he kissed me, his mouth still full of the taste of our saliva, then he kissed her, as though asking permission. He threw me onto my back on the bed, spread my legs, and buried his tongue in my pussy until he made me come in less than two minutes, with my mother watching everything from the side. Then he settled over me and made me his, easing his cock inside me and letting me feel every inch of that enormous dick opening me from within. My mother watched us while biting her lip, one hand between her legs, touching her pussy as he moved inside me. Then she leaned over my breasts and began sucking my nipples, biting and tugging them with her teeth, drawing a squeal from me that made her laugh.
“You’re just like me,” she told me between laughs, my nipple still between her lips. “Tits are your weak spot.”
The assault from both sides had me on the edge. Matías pumped without rest, driving his cock into my womb with every thrust, while my mother tortured my nipples with bites and pinches, sucking them by turns, spitting on them, and returning to suck them again. I came several times in a row, one after another, soaking Matías’s cock, wetting the sheet, and trembling uncontrollably while my mother put her tongue in my mouth and swallowed my moans, until he announced that he was about to come. I crossed my legs behind his back so he couldn’t pull out, squeezing his ass with my heels.
I felt every hot pulse of semen inside me, stream after stream filling my pussy, so much that I felt it beginning to overflow and run beneath me. When he withdrew, his cock emerged coated in cum and my juices, and my mother swooped down like an owl over its prey and put it in her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue, swallowing every drop and sucking away the last traces I had milked from him before I could react. That annoyed me. First she had abused my tits to her heart’s content, and now she was drinking the milk I had drawn out. It was my turn to get revenge.
***
Matías had the idea that my mother should lie on top of me, tits against tits, pussy against pussy, our bodies rubbing together. He wanted to take her from behind, fucking her pussy while we kissed. We started that way: her on top, rubbing her large tits against mine and biting my neck while Matías penetrated her from behind, each thrust pushing her against me. I could feel his cock entering and leaving my mother’s pussy through our pressed-together bellies. But I had a better idea. I slipped one hand between our bodies and grabbed my mother’s buttocks, spreading them wide, while with the other I signaled Matías to move higher. I opened her asshole with my fingers so he could see exactly what I was suggesting.
When my mother felt the pressure of the cockhead in the wrong place, against her still-virgin asshole, she tried to escape. She tried to pull herself forward. But I crossed my legs with hers and hugged her tightly, pinning her against my body, and grabbed the back of her neck so she couldn’t turn her face away. Her face was pressed against mine, her mouth over mine. I could see the fear and anger in her eyes while Matías spat into his hand, coated his cock with saliva and the semen still dripping from her pussy, and began pushing against her virgin ass.
The struggle went on for a long time. It took a great deal of effort to subdue her. She screamed against my mouth, bit my lips, and begged me to let her go, saying her ass was going to split. But I held her firmly, whispering in her ear to relax, to endure it, that it was the same thing she had done to me with my tits. At last I saw her eyes fly open, dilated with shock, and she let out a cry of pain that reverberated in my head. Matías had managed to get the head of his cock into her ass. Once he had passed the ring, he pushed slowly but steadily, inch by inch, until he buried his entire cock, balls-deep, in her asshole. My mother trembled like a leaf, tears spilling onto my face, and cursed me in whispers for giving her up, swearing she would do the same to me when she got the chance.
It took several minutes of agony before she could adjust to his size. When Matías began moving harder, pulling out until only the tip remained and then thrusting it all the way in again, I felt each stroke as though he were driving both of us against the headboard. The cock entering my mother’s ass made her pubic bone rub against my clitoris with every impact, and despite myself I began to come too, moaning into her mouth while she screamed in pain. Little by little, her screams became mixed with moans. Her pussy began getting wet again, and I felt it dripping against my belly. I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed like an eternity until he finished, burying himself completely and crushing us both against the mattress as he emptied all his semen into her ass. When he withdrew, my mother lay shattered on top of me, her asshole open and dripping milk onto my belly.
***
We let my mother rest. Matías and I went to my room, where he made me his once more before we fell asleep. He fucked me from behind, in my pussy, pulling my hair and taking me slowly this time, whispering in my ear that I was his favorite, that I was the one he wanted, and he filled my pussy with milk before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke the next morning, he was gone. I found him in my mother’s room, his cock hard, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples while she was just waking up.
I thought she would be furious about what had happened with her ass. But she smiled with half-closed eyes and asked him sweetly whether he had come to wish her good morning or something more. He answered by taking her hand and guiding it to his cock. He insisted on repeating the previous night, on putting it in her ass again. She refused, still sore, but spread her legs and offered him her pussy. He kept insisting on the other thing, between kisses and bites on her neck.
There was no need for me to stay to know how it would end. I went to make breakfast. A few minutes later I heard a long, high-pitched moan, followed by pleas and then a series of broken moans in time with the bed banging against the wall.
When breakfast was ready, I went back to the room. Matías had my mother face down, biting the pillow between her teeth so she wouldn’t scream, while he pounded her mercilessly—this time, yes, in the ass. One hand was buried in the back of her neck, pressing her face into the pillow, while the other gripped one buttock and spread it to drive his cock all the way in. The wet sounds of penetration mixed with my mother’s muffled whimpers. I told them breakfast was served. Matías finished soon afterward, burying himself completely and emptying another load of milk into her asshole, then withdrew with his cock dripping semen and some residue I would rather not describe.
In the kitchen, when my mother sat down, she grimaced in pain, making me laugh. She looked at me seriously, her hair tousled and her cheeks flushed, and told me that when it was my turn, she hoped he would put it in my ass, and then we’d see whether I kept laughing.
***
The three of us had breakfast together as though we were a normal family. We talked about school, the café, anything we could think of to postpone the uncomfortable conversation. But when we ran out of excuses, we had to face it.
I was in love with Matías. He loved me, but admitted that he had begun to feel something for my mother beyond sex. She confessed that she still loved her ex-boyfriend. What she had with Matías had started with weakness, with curiosity about that enormous cock. She wasn’t in love, but she didn’t want to give up the way Matías split her in half, either.
She asked Matías whether he would accept a relationship based only on fucking, knowing she had someone else. He said yes. He asked me whether I would mind sharing my boyfriend and his cock. I told him I wouldn’t.
Officially, Matías and I became a couple. An open relationship in which my mother took part whenever she wanted.
***
The following weeks were a whirlwind. Matías sought us out at any hour, without warning or shame. He woke me in the middle of the night by putting his tongue in my pussy, showed up in the kitchen and fucked me standing against the counter, waited for me in the bathroom to put his cock inside me while I brushed my teeth. Sometimes he slept with me, sometimes with her. Every so often, all three of us together: my mother and me sucking him between us, or him fucking one of us while the other licked his balls.
My mother got back together with her ex, and she looked genuinely happy with him. He was a good man. We liked him. Jokingly, we told her to invite him to spend the night with us, so he could fuck her in front while Matías fucked her in the ass. She got angry and said not in her dreams.
We both started taking contraceptives to avoid surprises, so Matías could come inside us without protection. Although I had already made secret plans to stop taking them and let him get me pregnant as soon as I finished school.
Two months later it was my turn to face what my mother had faced. I prepared in secret: I bought an increasingly thick anal dilator and some relaxing creams I had been assured would work. Every day I used it alone in the bathroom with the door locked, forcing it all the way in and enduring the burning without anyone noticing. When the night came, I asked my mother to go out with her boyfriend. I was embarrassed for her to see me scream the way she had screamed.
Matías was patient at first. He kissed me from head to toe, sucked my nipples slowly, bit my thighs, and devoured my pussy, burying his tongue deep inside and making me come twice with his mouth. Then he licked my asshole, moistened it thoroughly with his tongue, and put in one finger, then two, slowly opening me and preparing me until I felt ready. But when he placed the head of his cock at the entrance and began to push, the pain was so horrible that I wanted to run away. Neither the creams nor the dilator had been enough for a cock like his.
He kept trying patiently for quite some time, pressing little by little, pulling back and trying again with more lubricant, until, in a moment when I relaxed, he seized the opportunity, gripped my hips with both hands, and thrust in hard, burying his entire cock up to the balls. The pain overwhelmed me. It felt as though a hot iron had been driven inside me. I blacked out for a few seconds. When I regained consciousness, he was already moving, his entire cock buried in my ass, pulling out until the tip and plunging back in to the bottom. I felt pain and pleasure mixed in equal measure, a sensation shooting up my spine like electricity. I couldn’t speak. I could only feel that enormous cock opening me from within.
I begged him to go slowly. He apologized and told me he loved me, then suddenly thrust all the way in with more force than before, tearing a scream from me.
The sensation was so intense that I froze. Then he began fucking my ass hard, holding my hips and spanking me hard enough to leave the marks of his fingers. I cried with my face against the pillow, but I was completely submissive, his cock buried to the root of my asshole. He reached underneath me and began rubbing my clitoris in rhythm with his thrusts, and I don’t know when the pain stopped being pain and I began moving my hips backward to take him fully, impaling myself on his cock. My first orgasm that way took me completely by surprise. I had never thought it was possible to come with a cock inside my ass. But there I was, moaning like a bitch, squeezing his cock with my asshole and dripping from my pussy while he continued without stopping.
He changed my position, put me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, and looked into my eyes as he put his cock back into my ass. He brought me two more orgasms that way, biting my nipples and spitting into my mouth. He finished inside me, emptying all his milk into my asshole and squeezing my hips so hard that I still had the marks the next day.
***
The next morning I woke alone in bed, my ass burning and the sensation that semen was still dripping inside me. It didn’t take much imagination to know where Matías was. I walked carefully, my legs spread, to my mother’s room and found him giving her his own version of good morning. She was on all fours with him behind her, his cock buried to the root in her pussy this time, moving mercilessly, gripping her waist and driving her against his pelvis with every thrust. Her tits bounced against the mattress while she moaned with her face against the pillow.
I walked in as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I approached, climbed onto the bed, kissed him without him taking his cock out of my mother, asked him how he had slept, and went to make breakfast while my mother’s moans sounded in the background, keeping time with the wet slap of his cock entering and leaving her pussy.
When my mother came into the kitchen, she saw me walking stiffly and smacked me on the ass, making me jump and let out a groan.
“Now we’re even,” she said with a smile.
***
The weeks flew by. The sex was incredible—every day, in every position, in every hole. Matías trained my body little by little, especially my ass, until what had once been painful became another part of our routine. He could put it in my asshole with hardly any preparation, and I came just as much, or more, than I did from my pussy.
Then the unexpected happened. My mother’s period didn’t come. Neither did mine. She took a test: positive. I took another: positive too. We checked the package of contraceptives we had opened a month earlier. They had expired.
I was certain my baby was Matías’s. He was the only man I had ever been with, the only cock that had entered my pussy. My mother, on the other hand, had sex with both her boyfriend and Matías almost equally often. When she checked the dates, they lined up with both of them. Without much hesitation, she decided the father was her boyfriend. She didn’t want to argue. Matías and I understood.
Her boyfriend invited us to dinner to tell us about the pregnancy and the wedding. We pretended to be surprised and took the opportunity to announce our own news. He was happy for everyone.
My mother had a beautiful little girl with brown skin and black hair. A copy of herself. To this day I still have no certainty about who the real father is. I had a boy who became the joy of Matías’s parents.
***
Several years have passed. Every so often I still let my husband visit my mother for a good fuck. The three of us have never shared a bed again. But lately my mother’s husband has been telling her he wants another child. And I have no intention of letting Matías fill my mother’s pussy with milk and give her another baby before he gives me one.
