The Favor the Best Friend of Her Son Collected

Mariela’s eyes lit up the moment she recognized the young man who had the stranger pinned by the shoulder. It was as if someone had heard her prayers. She hid her excitement, tucked a curl behind her ear, and gave him a coquettish look, barely biting her lower lip.

—Hi, Damián. Yes… it’s me —he replied, triumphant, shifting a little more of his weight onto the other man’s shoulder.

—I’m so glad to see you, darling. You saved me from this creep —she said, and dug a fingernail into the stranger’s cheek until it marked him.

—I don’t know how he did it. We were in the ticket line, I went to the bathroom for a minute, and when I came back this idiot had taken money from my bag and was demanding my phone number.

Her voice was that of a spoiled little girl, that sweet tone she’d used since she was young to make men fight over her. Seducing someone into wanting to defend her had always pleased her.

—Really, Damián? —he asked, sinking his fingers into the stranger’s shoulder, and the man began to whimper in pain—. So this asshole messed with the mother of my best friend?

—Sorry… sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me anymore, please.

The guy tried to wriggle free, already nearly on his knees. This guy’s going to split me in two, he thought as he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out some bills and a folded scrap of paper.

—Here’s the money I took. And her number… I thought she was your sister, really, she looks much younger. Ow! Please, stop.

He handed everything to Mariela, who took it with a grimace of disgust. Damián let him go, and the stranger took the chance to rub his shoulder.

—Mariela, come to my side.

She obeyed without thinking and kissed his cheek, leaving the red mark of her lipstick behind.

—Thank you, sweetheart. You’re a real hero. I’m very grateful to you —she planted another kiss on him and took his hand—. Someday I’m going to repay you the way you deserve…

She leaned in to his ear and whispered:

—…or some night.

Their eyes met, complicit, as if they were remembering the night before. Mariela felt rejuvenated. She hadn’t lost her touch, and that was rekindling a flame only he seemed capable of feeding.

—Look closely, idiot —said Damián, taking her by the waist to press her against his body. Her curves were flattened against him, and a flush rose to her cheeks—. See? Women like her get tired of men who won’t show their face. Think about what I’m going to do to her tonight and understand why she stays with me.

—Yeah, yeah, I see it now. I already gave everything back —the other man stammered, staring in astonishment at the woman who minutes before had seemed outraged and who now let herself be pawed obediently, as if that young man owned her.

—Get lost before I change my mind.

The stranger fell to the floor, got up in a panic, and fled. As he passed, he stumbled into Bruno, who was coming back from the concession stand, and for a moment he looked at him with a mixture of pity and fear.

—Are you okay? —Bruno asked, sincerely.

—I’m sorry, really. He’s going to take everything from you… everything! —the guy blurted out before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Bruno with a sea of doubts.

***

—Damián, you’re my hero! —Mariela hung from his neck, kissing his cheeks and forehead—. Tell me how I can thank you. Ask me for whatever you want, there are no limits.

In a rush of feeling, she kissed him on the lips, with passion and tenderness.

—You know what I want —he replied, looking at her straight on—. Give me a chance. Be my woman. I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you from trash like that and I’ll even take care of Bruno. Let me love you.

His voice sounded sweet, but inside he was thinking something else. You’re already mine. You won’t belong to anyone else unless I allow it… or they pay for you.

Mariela saw affection in his eyes and, beneath it, something murky that still wouldn’t fully surface. You can’t accept this madness. He’s your son’s best friend and you’re married… to a man who doesn’t even call you. Maybe an affair, only until he comes back.

—I accept —she whispered, and kissed him again, slow and heated—. I accept being your woman. And I’m going to repay you with my body, with nothing else mattering.

For her, those words were promises from a woman in love. For him, the contract for a new piece of property.

—Thank you, Mariela —said Damián, kissing her hands. Naive fool. You’re just like all the others who end up swallowing whatever I order them to. At least you’re smoking hot.

—Bruno is here, right? —she nodded—. Then go into the theater with him, get him settled, and come out with me. The movie runs three hours; we’ve got plenty of time.

He kissed her cheek and she rubbed his nose with hers before heading to the concession line, where Bruno was already ordering popcorn. Mariela took a tray, gave him a little bump with her hip, and smoothed his hair.

—What movie did you pick, love? —she asked, licking her lips. She felt radiant, desired, like a young bride.

—You took a while, Mom. Is everything okay? —Bruno noticed something strange in her, in her voluptuous body, and an uncomfortable heat rose inside him. He blushed and, seeing how the other men looked at her, took her by the waist with awkward pride.

—A really long movie. Almost three hours.

—Nothing, sweetheart. The bathroom here was closed and I had to go to another one farther away. Don’t worry.

Bruno relaxed. My mother may be attractive, but she’s not what that idiot says. She kissed him on the cheek and swayed as she walked, aware that every eye was following her.

—Go ahead and save our seats, my love —she told him when her phone rang—. I’ll come in in a minute.

Bruno went into the theater, resigned to his mother taking her time. She answered the call while walking toward the end of the hall.

—Hello?

—Hi, gorgeous. How’s it going? —Damián’s seductive voice made her blush and play with her hair.

—I’m in the women’s bathroom, the one that’s out of order. I’m dying for you.

Mariela quickened her pace. The «out of order» sign was still hanging there. She knocked discreetly on the door.

—Damián? It’s me.

He opened it, yanked her inside, and locked it.

***

—You made it —he said, taking her by the waist.

—I just couldn’t wait anymore —she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck—. We have three hours for ourselves.

She kissed him hungrily. He answered by sliding his tongue into her mouth as he guided her toward the sink. He braced himself against the edge and unzipped his pants.

—Use that mouth for me —he murmured, moving her hair off her face—. From today on you’re mine, and I can use you however I want.

—As you command —Mariela answered.

She took off her blouse, unfastened her pants, and freed her breasts from her bra. She knelt on the cold floor and started licking him slowly, never breaking eye contact, while she stroked herself with one hand.

—Like that, slowly —he panted, holding her by the hair—. You’re a good student.

Damián let out a sudden laugh.

—By the way… did you think I wouldn’t notice? That guy who “robbed” you was really only able to have you like that because you let him. Right?

Mariela didn’t stop sucking him and smiled.

—I love being found out —she licked the tip and laughed—. He’d already paid me, but with you we got more out of him. Are you mad?

She laughed like a little girl caught in a prank that, instead of punishment, earned her a reward.

—Not at all —he said—. There’s nothing wrong with liking it. And if you make some money too, even better.

—So you really wouldn’t mind if I did this for a living? —she asked, rubbing her cheek against him.

—Mind? In a lot of places it’s even legal. If I were you, I’d be happy. That way you can take even better care of Bruno… and I’ll help you be the best.

He held her head and shoved her to the very back. She gasped, eyes watering, saliva running down her chin to her breasts. He’s right. I’m sick of being the self-sacrificing wife. I’m going to use the only thing I really enjoy.

—Help me be good at this —she whispered, licking him.

—You’re going to be the best —Damián replied—. You have talent, gorgeous. It would be a waste not to use it.

Mariela stopped, stood up, and kissed him with her mouth still wet, finishing undressing herself.

—Look how wet you make me —she said, taking his hand to her burning groin—. This only happens with you.

—I know —he murmured, groping her—. You’re going to be my high-end woman, and I’m going to teach you everything, step by step. You’ve always lived for your son and for a husband who doesn’t even call you. It’s time you think about yourself.

While he brainwashed her with that calm voice, he knelt her down again. What a fool. He’s in charge, she thought, devouring him with pleasure.

—Turn me into a whore, Damián —she said, lost in the moment—. Make me yours and then sell me.

—That’s exactly what I’m going to do, you have no idea how.

He grabbed her by the hair and thrust until she, trembling, came on her knees, her fingers buried between her legs. He couldn’t hold back either: he forced her to swallow what he could, and what slipped out ran down her chin to her chest.

—Swallow it all —he ordered.

Mariela obeyed, eyes closed, licking him until he was clean and inhaling his scent as if it were a drug.

—I love being yours —she panted, satisfied and still hungry for more.

***

Meanwhile, Bruno was still alone in the theater, staring at the screen without understanding why his mother was taking so long. She’s probably talking to Dad. They haven’t talked in a long time. He comforted himself with a handful of popcorn.

In the bathroom, Mariela was still on her knees.

—What else are you going to do to me? —she asked, sliding her fingers inside herself and smearing them over him—. We still have time, and I still want more.

—I love the woman you’re becoming —said Damián, lifting her up. He traced her waist, slid down to one ass cheek and squeezed it hard, opening her up—. You already know where I like to finish.

—I know you love it —she replied, rocking her hips while sucking one of his fingers—. And I love giving it to you.

She got on all fours, lifting her ass. He lay back on the bathroom floor and invited her to ride him. Before doing it, Mariela rubbed the tip between her folds to lubricate herself, offering herself without shame. Then he noticed something.

—You’re stretched, beautiful —he said, sliding his fingers in—. What have you been doing, you little minx?

She trembled, exposed.

—I thought you wouldn’t notice —she confessed, ashamed—. The man who took money from me also gave it to me back there. But what he did doesn’t compare to what you do. Yours is what I like most.

Damián laughed, flattered, and helped her lower herself slowly so she could feel every inch going into her.

—Ah! —Mariela moaned, taking him all the way in—. It was an unforgettable feeling… I loved it. I loved being bad. But what I like most… is giving it to you.

She started moving, up and down, taking one breast into her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. Sweat ran down her back.

—God, that feels so good —he roared, squeezing her hips—. You give yourself more and more each time.

***

Bruno left the theater to look for his mother. Seeing that the women’s bathroom was still closed, he moved closer out of curiosity and heard the muffled groans of a couple. Not again… I’m sorry, but I need this, he thought, aroused by the taboo.

He went into the adjacent men’s bathroom, locked the door, and pulled down his pants, letting himself be carried away by the sounds from the other side of the wall, not imagining who was in there.

—Ah, ah, ah! —Mariela panted, the thrusts getting faster and faster—. Make me yours, I love being your woman.

The words came through clearly to Bruno. Wow, this is a regular client. Who could it be? His mind painted obscene images as he touched himself.

—Look at you, you’re making yourself come all on your own —said Damián—. You’re an incredible female. And to think your little boy is waiting outside, believing his mommy is a saint.

Bruno heard that and his arousal grew. A mother who leaves her son waiting to roll around with her lover. What a savage.

—I bet you were thinking of your son when you let that guy have you from behind —Damián went on—. You don’t screw for money, you screw for the thrill of being a slut.

—Yes, yes! —she moaned—. Dominate me… my body begs you. Keep going, fuck the mother of your best friend. I’m a cheating wife and I love it!

At the words “the mother of my best friend,” something broke inside Bruno. His hands trembled, but the taboo overpowered him and he didn’t stop.

—See? There’s nothing wrong with it —Damián was saying, speaking into her ear while he rode her—. Too long you were repressed between your husband and your son. They had you washing dishes instead of enjoying this body. Take advantage of it now, while you can.

—Yes, my love —Mariela answered, her butt bouncing hard—. I don’t want to repress anything anymore. I want to be yours for pleasure and let others pay for me. I love being this woman.

Each phrase was a knife to Bruno, but his arousal did not fade. It can’t be her. It’s just a coincidence of voices.

Damián lifted her by the hair, put her on all fours again, and took her from behind, his chest against her back, her ass slapping through the whole bathroom.

—Lift that ass, bitch —he ordered, and she obeyed, her cheek pressed to the floor, her gaze lost.

—Give me more, Damián. Give me more!

Without letting her go, he took off his belt and looped it around her neck like a leash.

—Let’s see if you like this collar —he said, pulling out his phone to photograph her—. Say hi to the camera, be good.

—I’m delighted to be yours —she answered, looking into the lens with a mixture of lust and pleasure.

—These photos are going to be useful to promote you —he murmured, tugging on the leash as he drove into her—. Everyone’s going to want a woman like you.

***

In the adjoining bathroom, Bruno froze. He had heard the name. “Damián.” His mind went back to that afternoon in his living room.

“—I’m going to make her mine —Damián had said, without shame.

—No, you’re wrong. My mom loves my dad. She would never do something like that.

—You say that because you don’t know what a woman feels when her husband lives far away. Here —he pulled out some bills—, go for a walk, come back in a few hours, and we’ll see whether your mom is what I say she is.

—What? Why?”

Remembering it, Bruno dropped to his knees. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to deny the obvious: that the woman on the other side of the wall, moaning in surrender, was his own mother. His heart shattered and his body failed him.

—Move that ass, I want to finish inside —Damián panted, near the edge. I have friends who are going to love this woman.

Mariela arched backward, pressing her back against his chest to kiss him sideways, a long, wet kiss.

—Turn me into a whore, my love —she murmured—. But make them pay what I’m worth.

—I know several who can be your first clients —he answered, groping her breasts—. You take your cut and I take my commission.

—If you want, record it, take photos, sell them online —she said, lost—. Let’s make money together.

—You give me very good ideas. Now move, your son is waiting for his “saintly” mom.

He held her firmly by the leash, thrust to the back, and emptied himself into her. Mariela felt the warmth spread inside and smiled, liberated. After so long being only a mother, I’m a woman again.

—Yes, yes! Fill me up —she begged, squeezing him to wring out every last drop.

—You left me feeling so good, gorgeous —Damián laughed. At that moment a message arrived on his phone—. Look, it seems you already have your first client.

Mariela rocked her hips, still joined to him.

—Good. When and where? You set the price.

—I’ll handle that. I’m not going to let you give yourself away: I’ll make them pay what you’re worth. For now get yourself together, your son is waiting for you.

She stood up, feeling one last wave of pleasure.

—Before we go, kiss me good and take some pictures of me. I want to look beautiful.

Damián photographed her while she posed provocatively and sent the images to a message group full of people from the neighborhood. Replies began to come in: “That woman is smoking hot,” “I’d swear I’ve seen her at some gathering,” “Who’s the lucky guy fucking her?”

—Get on all fours and spread —he told her—. I want them to see you already have an owner, and that if you’re acting like a slut it’s because I allow it.

Mariela obeyed, coquettish and submissive, her eyes shining with desire.

—Turn me into a whore however you want, my love —she said—. Let them know you’re my owner. I’ve never felt this free.

And while her son remained fainting in the adjoining bathroom, with the horrible certainty only barely beginning to surface in his mind, Mariela posed without guilt for the camera. Even if she later discovered Damián’s lies, there would be no going back: now she was, completely, the woman of her son’s best friend.