My Boyfriend’s Mother Dragged Me Into Her Fantasy

Marcela started the car, and in the rearview mirror, Adrián noticed something in her that was coming back to life: a spark he was not willing to let die out. Pablo had interrupted her right in the middle of the best part, and that had left him in a strange mood, a mix of irritation and calculation.

—Looks like I’m not the only one who hates being cut off in the middle of the game —he said, holding her gaze in the mirror.

Daniela was sitting in silence in the back seat, hunched over, pretending to look at her phone. She was Esteban’s girlfriend, a friend of Adrián’s, and what she had seen minutes before was still burning in her face.

—Relax —Adrián told her, stroking her arm with calculated tenderness, like an older brother—. I know you want to make your guy happy. You’ll learn little by little. Marcela can teach you.

Daniela lowered her eyes. She felt his hand brush her fingers and did not pull away.

—Adrián —Marcela said without taking her eyes off the road—, do you remember that afternoon in the empty classroom?

She said it shamelessly. There was no point pretending: Daniela had already seen them, and by now she could talk about it with anyone who wanted to listen. The bluntness of the question surprised even Adrián himself.

—How could I forget? —he answered, without letting go of Daniela’s hand—. It was one of the best moments of my life. That’s what you do to me.

—Why does it turn you on so much to mess with my son? —she asked, and her tone changed—. Are you really his friend or are you just pretending?

The question was direct, but it wasn’t what she truly cared about. Marcela wanted to know something else, something she had spent months not daring to touch.

—Pull over —Adrián said, suddenly serious.

—I’m in charge here, darling —she replied, smiling at him through the mirror—. And if you want out, get out. I didn’t invite you in.

She was cold, ironic. Adrián loved that edge in her; it made him feel the conquest was worth it.

—If you want to talk, pull over —he insisted.

Marcela looked for a quiet street and parked. She handed Daniela a pair of headphones.

—Put on some music for a while, while I talk to him.

The girl nodded, but didn’t turn anything on: she just kept watching from the corner of her eye, alert to every word.

—So? —Marcela confronted him, turning toward the back seat—. Are you his friend or do you just bother him?

Adrián leaned in until they were face to face, almost touching noses. He lowered his voice, making it deeper.

—After everything that’s happened between us, do you really think I’m capable of that?

—Answer me already —she demanded, nervous but firm.

—And now you talk to me like that? Looks like you’ve forgotten the things you used to say to me when I had you pinned against that wall —he said, with a crooked smile—. Relax. I’d never hurt Tomás. He’s my best friend. I look out for him, even despite everything.

—Despite everything? —Doubt crossed her face.

—I think I’ve already said too much. —Adrián leaned back, letting silence do the work for him.

—Tell me. I’m his mother. I need to know.

He sighed, pretending to give in.

—I protect him from the people who hate him. Tomás treats people terribly, Marcela. He humbles anyone he can, makes fun of them, makes them feel like shit. That’s why he has almost no friends at university. I put up with it because I think he can change. I thought you had noticed.

—You’re lying —she snorted, though her voice trembled.

Adrián took out his phone and showed her a short video: Tomás, backpack over his shoulder, shouting insults at two classmates in a hallway, calling them useless, laughing at them. The recording ended and Marcela stared at the screen, unable to process it.

—But… he always speaks well of you —she murmured.

—I know it hurts, and I’m sorry I’m the one telling you. —He stroked her hand—. That’s why nobody likes him. And still I stay by his side. I only hope that someday he’ll be like you: kind, good. Though sometimes I fear that cruelty he’s gotten from home.

—From me? —Marcela was shaking her head, eyes wet.

—I don’t know. I want to believe not. I want to believe it because… I love you, Marcela. I love being with you. I want to believe your son didn’t get that from you, that you’re good. Very good.

He took her hands tenderly, looking into her eyes. Inside, he was holding back laughter: he had manipulated her again, and she would thank him for it.

—You’re right —Marcela said, moving closer—. I’m not like that. Thank you for telling me. You’re a true friend.

She kissed him, sweet and bitter at the same time. He kissed her back with his tongue, slowly, and made her moan.

—I adore you —he whispered.

—You too. But first we should take Daniela home, love.

Adrián took her hand and guided it to his groin, where the bulge was starting to show.

—I was left wanting —he said—. You know I don’t like being interrupted. And I think you don’t either.

—Daniela is here. She’ll see us.

—Relax. She already saw us before.

He kissed her more hungrily, and that was enough. Marcela unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly. Her wedding ring gleamed on her finger.

—Maybe she’ll learn something —she said, glancing at the girl from the corner of her eye.

Daniela was watching them without being able to look away. Marcela lowered her head and took him into her mouth with devotion, pushing her breasts out of her neckline and slipping her dress down to her feet. Adrián held her hair, guiding her, then turned to Daniela.

—Watch how she does it —he said—. That’s how you suck a cock. Watch.

Daniela, already twenty-two and two years into a relationship with Esteban, felt heat rising through her body. She wasn’t innocent, but she had never been in anything like this. Adrián took her chin gently.

—Easy. It’s simple. Everything can be learned, especially with a good teacher.

He moved her to the middle of the seat. Marcela, without stopping sucking him, brought her hand and then her head closer, helping her try. Daniela licked the tip nervously at first, then eagerly.

—Practice, slowly —Marcela told her between gasps—. Enjoy it.

The two took turns, their tongues sliding over the shaft, kissing over it with saliva dripping down. Adrián watched them, almost unable to believe his luck: a mature woman and a girl giving themselves to him together.

—Put it in me —Marcela begged, already soaking wet.

—Not here —he replied—. I want to fuck you both slowly, in a roomy place. At your house, in your bed.

Marcela understood. She stretched to grab the phone, showing her ass, and dialed.

—Tomás? —Her voice came out firmer than she felt—. I went out to take care of something. Stay with Lucía if you want, don’t be late. I love you, son.

She hung up. Without getting dressed, she moved to the driver’s seat and drove home while, in the back, Adrián guided Daniela.

***

The sun was starting to set when they pulled the car into the garage. The three of them went up to the master bedroom and Marcela locked the door. Adrián turned her around, displaying her.

—You’re a sweetheart, Marcela. Right, Daniela?

—She’s beautiful —the girl admitted, admiring her.

He pressed his body against Marcela’s, rubbing against her, kissing her neck while kneading her breasts.

—I want to please you in every way tonight —she panted.

—Well said. Ready, Daniela?

—Ready —the girl answered, sitting on the bed with her legs open, touching herself.

Adrián sat on the edge, legs apart, his cock hard.

—Start sucking it. Share. That’s the beauty of a threesome.

Marcela took the cock in both hands, let saliva fall onto the tip and spread it while kissing Adrián. Then she gently pushed Daniela’s head down, showing her. The girl devoured it slowly, salivating to make it slide, gagging a little but taking it deeper and deeper.

—The girl learns fast —Adrián said, holding Marcela’s hair so he could kiss her.

Daniela went down to lick his balls while Marcela stroked the shaft. Then they switched roles, bringing their tongues together over the glans, looking into his eyes. They shared a long kiss, Marcela dominating, slipping her tongue in.

—Kiss each other —he ordered, holding their heads—. You like it, don’t you?

—She has an exquisite mouth —Marcela replied, smiling, not letting go of the girl.

Adrián laid them on the bed, one beside the other, legs open. He knelt between them, sucked his fingers on both hands, and fingered them both at once, masturbating them together.

—I want you both good and wet first —he said, moving his fingers inside each of them.

The two were moaning, looking at each other, feeling the friction. Daniela started soaking quickly; Marcela’s clit was swollen, dripping enough to stain the sheets. The older woman turned, held Daniela’s face, and kissed her tenderly, opening herself wider to let the fingers go deeper.

—I think it’s time for the main course —Adrián announced, pulling out his fingers.

He wet his cock with Marcela’s fluids and, lifting her legs, penetrated her. She let out a long cry. Daniela, beside her, slid two fingers into her pussy and fingered her while he thrust.

—That’s it, baby —Marcela moaned—. Fuck me. I’m your woman.

Daniela watched her with a mix of awe and desire, the two of them rubbing their bodies together. Adrián changed her position: Marcela on all fours, ass in the air, one breast in the girl’s mouth.

—Ready —Marcela said, opening herself up.

He brought his cock to her stretched asshole and pushed. It went in firmly, settling into a rhythm, gripping her hips, hypnotized by that woman’s curves.

—Yes, like that, put it in! —she shouted, trembling, drenched in sweat.

Daniela spread her buttocks, fascinated, helping him. Then she worked up the nerve: she got on all fours over Marcela, who kissed her and calmed her while stretching her hole with a finger.

—Relax —the older woman whispered—. It only hurts at first. After that it’s all pleasure. Relax.

Adrián settled behind the girl, spat, and entered her slowly. Daniela let out a whimper that was swallowed by Marcela’s kisses. Little by little the pain turned into something else, and the girl began to push back, asking for more.

—More! —she panted—. Give me more.

He held out until he couldn’t anymore and emptied himself inside her, holding her by the waist. His cum spilled out at the edges while Daniela screamed with pleasure. He gave her ass a gentle slap and the girl smiled, exhausted and surrendered.

***

Tomás put the key into the door of his house. He found it strange to be getting home late, and even stranger that his mother had called to tell him to take his time. “It’s time you grew up,” he remembered her saying that morning, and he figured she was letting him grow.

—I’m home! —he yelled, but the house was silent.

He thought nobody was there. He grabbed something from the fridge and went up to his room, put on his headphones and waited. But soon the music began to blend with other sounds, sounds growing louder and louder coming from the end of the hallway. He took one earbud out. He couldn’t believe it. He took the other one out and walked to the closed door of his mother’s bedroom.

—That’s it, baby! Fuck me like your woman! —Marcela’s voice came through the wood.

On the other side, Tomás stood frozen, heart racing and, to his own surprise, feeling an arousal he didn’t understand. His mother was with someone who was not his father. Instead of getting angry, he felt his body ignite. He leaned against the wall, listening, while inside Adrián lifted Marcela up, took her against the door, and kept fucking her standing up.

—Scream, baby —he whispered in her ear—. I love it when you scream.

In a sudden impulse, Marcela reached for the doorknob and started turning it. Adrián smiled wickedly. But before the door gave way, he pulled her hand away and shut it again, taking her back to the bed. On the other side, Tomás let out the breath he’d been holding, not knowing whether he wanted that door to open or not.

Adrián took from the wardrobe rail a belt that was not his and let it fall onto the mattress, between the two women who were watching him, panting, submissive.

—I’m going to train you —he said, satisfied—. You’re going to be the best pair anyone’s ever seen.

Marcela and Daniela nodded. And on the other side of the door, Tomás kept listening, not even imagining who the man was who that afternoon had turned his house into the setting for a fantasy none of the three would ever forget.