Samanta Came Home Early and Nothing Was Ever the Same Again

Samanta came home early. She hadn’t felt like staying for the last class of the day, and while she searched for her keys in her bag, she was already imagining the long shower she was going to take. What she couldn’t imagine was the noise. A metallic, rhythmic sound coming from the back of the house, from the gym her parents had built years ago.

She stood still in the hallway with her phone in her hand. Fuck, thieves, just when no one’s home. She thought about calling the police, but something stopped her. Mixed in with the sound of the weights was something else: a moan, a muffled gasp, as if someone were suffering in there. A knot tightened in her throat. What if they’ve got Mom?

She moved along the wall, holding her breath. She peeked through the half-open door and all her fears turned into something very different.

They weren’t thieves. It was her mother.

Daniela was on all fours over the rowing machine, completely naked, her body shining under the window light. Not sweaty: oiled. Her skin gleamed like an actress’s. Behind her, also naked and glistening, was a man Samanta had never seen before. Young, not too tall, with a broad back and every muscle defined, his hair cut close. And between the two bodies, what took Samanta an extra second to understand.

Who the fuck is that guy?

She took one more step, hiding behind one of the arm machines. Her mother and the stranger were looking the other way, so she was able to get closer without being seen. From there she saw everything with brutal clarity: the man’s cock wasn’t going into her mother’s cunt. It was going into her ass.

—Yes, like that, come on… harder! —Daniela moaned, gripping the machine—. Oh, that feels so good!

For Samanta it was like an electric shock. She couldn’t believe her mother was enjoying that. The same woman who had told her a thousand times: “Stay away from men who only want you from behind, those men want to humiliate you.” An idea Samanta had made her own. And there she was, begging for exactly the opposite.

Worst of all was that ass was taking the punishment with an ease that betrayed habit. This wasn’t the first time. Samanta knew that right away.

Over the last few months mother and daughter had become inseparable in a strange way. They took photos together, increasingly daring ones, and laughed like accomplices. Samanta had confessed to Daniela that she felt attracted to women, and her mother, far from being scandalized, had told her it was a phase, that it had happened to her too when she was young. They had crossed, without naming it, a number of boundaries: an extra caress while passing the oil, a look that lingered too long, a hand that didn’t pull away. But this was something else. This was a man splitting her mother’s ass open in the gym at home.

She wanted to get a little closer and that was the mistake. Her reflection crossed one of the large mirrors on the wall. Daniela let out a cry, stopped dead, and turned her head to meet her daughter’s accusing stare.

—Samanta! What are you doing home at this hour?

—That’s the least important thing, Mom. Who is this guy?

The man, far from feeling awkward, smiled. And although Daniela had stopped moving the machine, he didn’t stop thrusting into her.

—Stop, Bruno, stop… I’m telling you to stop —Daniela complained.

Bruno ignored her.

—So you’re the daughter —he said, running his eyes over Samanta from head to toe—. I know you from the photos. You never miss one, do you? Your mother’s right, you’re just as beautiful.

—I don’t know what disgusts me more —Samanta spat—. That you’re cheating on Dad, or that you let him do this to you after everything you told me.

Bruno parted Daniela’s ass cheeks with one hand, without pulling out, so Samanta could see clearly how the cock slid in with total ease thanks to the oil.

—This isn’t the first time your mom’s handed over her ass, babe, that was obvious. The real question is: is yours still a virgin? Because with a body like that, it’d be a waste.

—Enough, Bruno! —Daniela shrieked—. Leave my daughter alone and get out, or you’ll never see me again.

—Don’t get jealous, Dani. There’s enough for both of you.

He moved so fast Samanta didn’t have time to react. He shoved her onto a weight bench, spread her legs, and before she could even close her mouth to protest, he was already inside her.

—Don’t you even think about…! Ah!

—Fuck, you’re soaked —he said—. Liar.

—Let her go, idiot! —Daniela slapped his back with an open palm. Bruno didn’t even feel it.

—Relax, I was leaving anyway.

He pulled out suddenly and the cock started spitting semen everywhere. Some of it fell inside Samanta, the rest onto her stomach, her breasts, her face. When he was done, he picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out naked to the door. Before leaving, he looked at both of them.

—If you want more, call me. A mother and a daughter, what a fantasy. And you, Samanta, keep posting photos.

And he left.

***

Samanta looked at her mother with eyes full of rage. Daniela was the very picture of shame.

—I’m sorry, daughter… I didn’t know you’d be back so early.

—Since when? Since when do you let men do that to you? Especially you.

—He’s a guy I met at the club. One day, while we were fucking, he shoved it in there without warning. I didn’t have time to react.

—And did you like it?

Daniela didn’t answer. Silence was the whole answer.

—Look at me —Samanta said, pointing to her body smeared with semen—. Because of you.

—Can I do something to make it right?

She was going to say no. But then another idea came to her. She wanted to punish her. She wanted to see her submissive after so many sermons.

—Clean it off. With your tongue.

—What?

—You heard me, Mom. Because of you I ended up covered in semen. Now you’re cleaning it off with your tongue.

It took Daniela a few seconds to understand her daughter was serious. Then she came closer, slowly, and kissed her on the lips. Samanta went rigid, confused, until she understood: her mother was gathering the semen from her face with her tongue. As she lay against her, their bodies mixed, oil with semen, skin with skin.

—Sorry, sorry —Daniela kept repeating as she went down to lick her neck, her chest, her nipples—. I behaved badly.

What for months had been a game of looks and caresses while passing the oil stopped being a game that afternoon. Samanta felt her mother’s tongue travel across her belly, searching for every drop, getting closer and closer to the bottom. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. When Daniela ran her tongue over the shaved pubis and kept going lower, Samanta had to grip the edge of the bench.

—Mom… —was all she could say.

—I don’t know what we’re doing —Daniela murmured between her daughter’s legs—, but I don’t want to stop.

She latched onto the clit and sucked it. Samanta arched, spread her legs wider, and, almost without realizing it, stroked her hair so she wouldn’t stop. That fantasy had been running through her head ever since they started with the photos. It seemed insane to her that it was becoming real, that it was her own mother down there.

In front of them, the gym mirror returned the image of the two of them. Samanta stared at it for a long time.

—Take a picture of this —she asked.

Daniela handed her the phone. Her daughter told her how to stand, their bodies fitted together, the skin still shining. She uploaded the image with a provocative caption and the first comment came within seconds. It was from Carla, one of the friends who followed them.

—Your friend already wants to come over —Daniela laughed, reading the screen.

—Tell her yes. But we’ll leave that conversation for another day. —Samanta sat up and started gathering her clothes—. I need a shower now. I have to talk to someone, it’s important.

—Are you mad at me?

—A little. But all things considered… it didn’t go that badly. —She paused—. Though your friend Bruno seems like an asshole to me.

—I’m going to have a serious talk with him —her mother promised—. He crossed a line.

Samanta almost laughed. Look who’s talking about lines.

***

Adrián’s photo studio was a few blocks away. Samanta arrived alone, without warning. She needed information about the agency that had contacted her, and Adrián was the only one who could give it to her. She got lucky: he wasn’t alone. With him was Damián, a blond man with light eyes who worked for that very agency.

The two of them went silent when they saw her walk in. She was wearing a black top so tight it outlined her nipples and a very low-rise pair of leggings. She had dressed for the occasion, fully aware of the effect she was going to have.

—Glad I found you together —she said—. I need to talk to you both.

—I thought I’d never see you around here again —Adrián commented. There was no mockery in his voice, and that threw her off.

—I didn’t come to waste time. Let’s go to the back, better to talk privately. Your friend can come too.

They closed the shop. In the storage room, Samanta rested her ass against a table.

—I want information about the agency.

—That’s asking a lot —Adrián said with a half smile. A smile she hated precisely because it suited him so well.

—And what do you offer in return? —Damián asked, coming closer.

Samanta knew them. With guys like that, negotiating any other way was useless. They only understood one language.

—I’ll suck both your cocks.

—Too little —Damián said, grabbing one of her asses cheeks to straighten her up—. For what you’re asking, way too little. If you offered something else…

She knew the negotiation was going to end there. That’s why she pulled down her leggings, showing her freshly shaved pussy. She wasn’t going to let them think they had control.

—Are you going to give me the information?

—All you want —Damián answered, sliding a finger into her.

Samanta knelt and took it into her mouth without further ado. Acting with that kind of confidence turned her on, made her feel powerful. While she sucked him off, she glanced sideways at Adrián, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

—What’s wrong, jealous? —she teased him.

—If you think that, you don’t know me at all.

—And what am I supposed to know about you, if the only thing that matters to me is this? —She said it, but Adrián’s cock was already starting to tempt her more than the other one.

She dragged over a chair and got on all fours, her ass pointing toward him. Adrián entered slowly.

—Looks like you missed this —he said.

—Don’t get your hopes up.

She was lying. She’d spent days masturbating thinking about him, and she confirmed it the moment the cock went all the way in. The rhythm was delicious, firm and even. She turned her head and saw that Adrián had a camera in his hand. It didn’t bother her. On the contrary: the idea of having everything recorded loosened her up even more. When Damián took the camera, she sucked his cock while staring straight into the lens, thinking about who would see that video later.

They took turns for quite a while. She hardly had to move. And then Adrián, without her noticing, smeared his cock with lubricant. When she felt it cold against her ass, she tried to pull away.

—No, not there… that wasn’t part of the deal. Ah! Stop!

—You came here for this, Samanta. Don’t lie to me.

He held one arm behind her back and started easing in little by little. It hurt, yes. But at the same time she couldn’t stop thinking about her mother screaming “rip my ass open” that very afternoon. My turn too, look at life.

Out of pride, she didn’t scream. And the pain faded as her body got used to it. Before she knew it, she could feel the whole cock, deeper and deeper, and the sensation was completely unlike anything she knew. Fascinating. She started sucking Damián’s cock to stifle her moans until she stopped resisting altogether and, when Adrián let go of her arm, she spread her own ass cheeks with her hands.

—Looks like you liked it, huh? —he said.

She didn’t answer. Why bother, if it was true? She was thinking about all the hours at the gym, about that ass she took such care with and had never truly enjoyed. She had seen it as something humiliating. No one had ever told her what sensations she was missing.

Adrián cleared the way and Damián took his place. Samanta didn’t argue anymore. She showed the camera how her ass had ended up —open, just like her mother’s— and took the second cock without protest. Deflowered by two in the same day. On the very day I caught her at it.

She lost track of time. All she knew was that she finished covered in sweat, her cunt dripping, and with the feeling, finally, of understanding her mother. Two women with bodies like that, she thought, had no reason to deny themselves anything.

***

—Now the information —Samanta said while getting dressed.

—We’re not telling you anything —Damián replied, pulling up his pants.

—We had a deal!

—You should’ve made sure to get paid before letting yourself get fucked. —He shrugged and walked off—. See you, Adrián.

Samanta finished putting her clothes on with tears of rage in her eyes. She had been naive. Not only had they given her nothing, she also felt stupid. She walked toward the exit without looking at Adrián.

—Samanta —she stopped, turned around slowly—. The person you’re looking for wasn’t fired for any of the things you think. The agency changed hands. And the new owner had something personal with her.

Her face lit up. That crumb made almost everything worth it.

—Who’s the new owner?

—No idea. He never shows himself, works from the shadows. Nobody knows him. And don’t be mad at Damián: if he didn’t tell you anything, it’s because he’s scared. Be careful. There are fucked-up people involved in this.

—And why do you care?

Adrián shrugged.

—Courtesy, nothing more. You shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.

Samanta opened the door and, before stepping out onto the street, looked at him one last time.

—Thanks, Adrián. Oh… and send me the video.