What My Aunt Saw Behind the Half-Open Door

The days kept passing with the same old routine. My aunt Nieves still hadn’t managed to pull herself together, still sunk in that lethargy she’d carried since she was widowed, and Pilar remained by her side, looking after her every hour of the day, as she had done for half her life.

But something had changed in Pilar since her trip, and my aunt noticed it.

—You haven’t told me anything about your stay in Valencia with Marisol and her friends —she said one afternoon, while they were clearing up the kitchen—. How did you get on?

—It’s true, I haven’t told you anything —Pilar answered, avoiding her gaze a little—. To be honest, I thought you weren’t all that interested.

—I’m asking because I don’t know if it’s just me or not, but you seem different to me. Happier, yes, but with me you feel strange. As if you were avoiding me, as if being close to me made you uncomfortable. If that’s the case, you only have to tell me. Be honest, please.

Pilar put the cloth down on the counter and took a deep breath, like someone taking a run-up before jumping.

—You’re right about one thing. Since I was in Valencia I feel like a different woman. Elvira and Marisol opened my eyes. They made me understand that life is short, that we’re already grown, and that whatever little or much we have left, we have to live it and enjoy it while we can.

—You’re not wrong there —my aunt murmured—. I’m such a bitter woman, with everything you do for me.

—Nieves, what I’m going to tell you is very serious and very personal. If I hadn’t gone on that trip, I would never have told you. And I understand that once you know everything, maybe you won’t even want to see me. That’s why you notice I’m odd.

—You’re scaring me. If it’s that serious, don’t tell me and that’s that.

—No. I have to tell you, whether I want to or not. If I kept it to myself, I couldn’t live with myself in peace. Trust me, you need to know.

My aunt sat down slowly, her hands clasped in her lap.

—All right. I’m listening.

—The friends Marisol invited to her house are a couple. They’ve been together for years and share their intimacy with her. We had dinner, chatted about a bit of everything, and at some point they wanted to know about me, about my life, about what my relationship with you was like. The conversation was so comfortable that I opened up completely. I told them how widowhood had left the two of us, how alone we’d both been left.

—And why do they need to know anything about us? That’s private, Pilar. It’s our life.

—Calm down. I already warned you that you wouldn’t like it. But there’s much more, and I want you to know everything. Though if you’d rather I stop, I will.

My aunt swallowed. She was trembling, but she nodded.

—Go on. Let it be what it has to be.

—I told them my life had changed completely in recent months. That for some time I’d felt alive again. Because, Nieves, for weeks now I’ve been fucking Tania and Dana. And I enjoy them like I don’t remember ever enjoying anyone, even though they’re women.

—But what are you saying? You’ve lost your damn mind. Tania is your daughter, Pilar. Your daughter!

—I know that. I know perfectly well who she is. And what’s wrong with that? She’s an adult woman who decides who she sleeps with and who she doesn’t. The two of us have old-fashioned, closed minds, because that’s how we were raised. We struggle to understand the way younger generations do things.

Pilar moved closer and took her hands.

—We lived for years in Belgium, remember? We saw young people living out their desire with a freedom that scandalized us, and we never learned a thing. Well, I’ve had enough. I want to live. To enjoy myself while I can. To be happy and not bitter. This is my reality and I don’t regret a thing. I only need one thing to be complete, and that thing is you.

My aunt was speechless, white as the wall.

—I’m stunned. Not in my wildest imagination did I think something like this could happen. And the last thing I could have imagined was that you’d fucked your own daughter.

—I never imagined it either. But look, things happen for a reason. The first time it was her who kissed me. I was sad, down, and she curled up beside me to comfort me. She stroked my face, kissed my forehead. Suddenly I felt her mouth seeking mine, her hot tongue pushing between my lips. My eyes were closed, I was so relaxed that I let myself be carried away without thinking about who she was. No one had touched me like that in so long. Her hands went under my blouse, found my nipples, pinched them slowly, and I was no longer able to stop her. I answered her kiss hungrily, bit her, sucked her tongue as if I were drinking in life itself.

Pilar spoke in a low voice, as if reliving every detail.

—She stripped me right there, on the sofa. She opened my legs and lowered her head without saying a word. I felt her tongue enter my cunt and I thought I was going to die. No one had licked me like that in years. She ate me slowly, sucking my clit, pushing her tongue deep inside me, and then her fingers. Two, three fingers moving inside me while she licked me, and I clung to her hair, moaning like a crazy woman. I came in her mouth, Nieves. I came and she swallowed every last drop. When I realized it, we were both naked, holding each other, and then I came to my senses. I was scandalized, just like you are now. I told her it was madness, that we had to forget it. But a few days later, talking calmly the three of us, they made me understand that desire is a need like eating or sleeping, and it doesn’t matter who you satisfy it with as long as no one gets hurt.

—You tell it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—Because it is, Nieves. They asked me if I never felt that need. I told them the truth: that lately I often touched myself, that I’d slip my fingers in bed thinking about any old nonsense, especially when I heard them moaning in the next room. But that didn’t fill me. They told me those things are truly satisfied with another person, man or woman, with a mouth eating you and a tongue fucking your cunt to pieces.

—But they’re lesbians and they don’t even look at men —my aunt objected, shifting in her chair.

—There are also women who enjoy both, a hard cock and a wet cunt. And I’ve discovered I enjoy women. Now I look at them differently. The ones who attract me, I watch them and imagine myself with them, stripping them, sucking their tits, opening their legs.

Pilar paused for a long moment. What came next would change everything.

—And you, Nieves, I’ve looked at you since we were kids. Do you remember when we used to show each other our breasts in the schoolyard to see whose were prettier? You were always my best friend. But now I understand there was something more, something I never knew how to name. You disturb me. You make me nervous when we try on clothes together and I see you in your panties, with those big tits spilling out of your bra. I think I’ve been in love with you all my life and I’ve only just discovered it. I’ve dreamed about you, touched myself thinking about your cunt, your mouth, what you’d taste like.

—Pilar, I swear you’ve lost your mind. How can you be in love with me? I don’t understand any of this. Your daughter is hard enough to swallow, but this... this is the final blow. You should see a doctor.

—I’m in my right mind. I swear it on Ramón’s memory, may he rest in peace, whom I loved madly just as you loved Andrés, forgiving them all their infidelities. I know exactly what I’m saying. Now I see everything as clear as day.

My aunt brought her hands to her face, overwhelmed.

—Marisol and Elvira helped me understand it —Pilar went on—. Do you know their story? Elvira was widowed too. She was alone, she needed to feel alive, and Marisol made her enjoy herself like never before. She ended up hopelessly in love with no reciprocation for years. Then Marisol’s niece, Sara, arrived, and everything got complicated. When the girl died and depression set in, it was Elvira who held Marisol together and pulled her out of the hole. In the end Marisol understood that the most important person in her life was herself. They got married and broke away from everything bad. Today they’re truly happy; it makes you jealous.

—I knew they’d had a rough time, but not that bad. In the village, everything gets told distorted.

—That’s why I needed to tell you. For the love I have for you, think about it. You and I could live this without anyone finding out, just for ourselves. I’m not asking you for anything today. Only that you don’t rule out the idea. I want to hold you, I want to strip you, I want to eat your cunt until you scream, I want to discover for you the pleasure women can give each other with mouth and fingers.

My aunt was silent for a good while. When she spoke, her voice trembled.

—Something has been stirred up inside me by this conversation. Something I had forgotten. It isn’t easy, Pilar. But one thing is clear to me: I don’t want to lose you. Give me time. Let things happen and we’ll see.

—My love, I’m willing to do whatever you want. But I still have one last confession to make. That day I went to Valencia only to ask Marisol and Elvira for advice, to know how to help you. The bit about the chance meeting at the shopping center I made up so you wouldn’t suspect a thing.

—Help me? For what?

—You’d been sunk for too long and I couldn’t stand seeing you like that anymore. Knowing what they had been through, I didn’t hesitate and called them. And in the process —she added, lowering her voice— I lived through something I’ll never forget. I’d never enjoyed myself so much. That night I lost count of the orgasms. Marisol spread my legs on the bed and Elvira sat on my face. I’d never had a cunt in my mouth, Nieves, and I swear I didn’t know what to do at first, but then I stuck out my tongue and started licking her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She tasted sweet, salty, like a woman. And while I was eating her out, Marisol devoured mine with that expert mouth she has, sucking me, putting her fingers inside me, twisting them deep until I started trembling. I came four times that night, maybe five. We didn’t go anywhere: they’d prepared everything at home, with music and soft lights, not for a party, but to fuck the three of us senseless until we dropped.

—You’re painting me a paradise —my aunt whispered, her cheeks flushed and her thighs tight together.

—Then let me suggest something. Come to my house for lunch tomorrow. Dana’s away for the week, so it’ll just be Tania and me. And you, if you want. Many afternoons she and I lie down together at siesta time. If you feel like watching us, we’ll leave the door open. You look, see how you feel, and if it doesn’t disgust you, you come closer. And if you want, you join in. Nothing more.

My aunt’s head was about to burst, full of conflicting feelings. But something inside her had already made up its mind.

—All right. I’ll come for lunch tomorrow. I’ll try, though I’m not promising anything.

—I’ll talk to Tania this afternoon. Tomorrow we begin.

***

The next day, as my aunt later told me in a low voice, her eyes shining, Pilar and Tania welcomed her dressed in very little clothing for the occasion. Tania wore a white top and sarong, both semi-transparent, revealing her dark nipples and the triangle of her pubic hair beneath the fabric. Pilar was a little more modest, in a very low-cut olive-green camisole and another matching sarong, though every time she bent over her entire breasts were visible. My aunt, by contrast, arrived dressed up as she always did when she went out.

During lunch a different tension hung in the air. It wasn’t the relaxed meal of other times, but the prelude to something my aunt still didn’t know whether she’d be able to witness. At any moment she could get up and run out.

Pilar repeated how they were going to do it: they would go into the bedroom, my aunt would stay in the dining room, and the door would remain ajar in case she felt curious and wanted to come closer and look.

While they were washing the dishes, mother and daughter began seeking each other out with caresses and rubs, as a prelude to getting aroused. My aunt endured it in silence, saying nothing, but without missing a detail. At one point Tania hugged Pilar from behind, slid her hands under the camisole and grabbed her tits in handfuls, pinching her nipples while kissing and biting her nape. Pilar shuddered, threw her head back and let out a rough moan.

—Mum, you’re wet already, I can smell it from here —Tania whispered in her ear, slipping a hand under the sarong.

—Shut up and take me to bed, girl, you’ve made me crazy —Pilar answered, her voice hoarse.

Tania took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom, while my aunt followed at a distance, her heart pounding against her chest.

Pilar sat on the edge of the bed and drew her daughter toward her for a long kiss, tongues tangled and wet, shamelessly sucking each other’s mouths. She yanked off her sarong and devoured her with her eyes: Tania was left wearing only the white top, her shaved cunt on full display, already shining with moisture. Pilar lowered her face and planted a long kiss right there, between the folds of her sex, and Tania arched suddenly.

—Oh, Mum, not like that, I’m going to come in two minutes —Tania moaned, pushing her head with both hands all the same—. Keep going, keep going, don’t stop.

—Then come in my mouth, my darling, that’s what it’s for —Pilar replied before plunging her tongue back between those folds.

They fell backward onto the mattress, Tania with her legs wide open and Pilar between them, hungrily eating her cunt. She licked her from top to bottom, sucked her clit with little flicks of her tongue, then trapped it between her lips and tugged gently. Tania writhed, grabbed her tits over the top, pinched her nipples, which stood hard beneath the fabric.

My aunt had frozen in the doorway, motionless as a statue, her eyes wide open. She could see the mother between the daughter’s legs, eating her as if she hadn’t tasted a bite in centuries, and she felt her knees go weak. Pilar’s lips shone with juices, and every time she stuck out her tongue to lick the clit there was a wet smack that echoed in the room.

—Put your fingers in me already, Mum, put them in —Tania panted—. Two, three, however many you want.

Pilar slid two fingers into her at once, all the way in, and Tania let out a muffled cry. She began pumping them fast, twisting her wrist while continuing to suck her clit. The bed creaked. The sloshing of fingers going in and out of the wet cunt was so clear it could be heard from the hallway.

—I’m coming, Mum, I’m coming... —Tania warned, pressing Pilar’s head against her sex.

Pilar sucked harder, sped up her fingers, and Tania exploded. She came with a long spasm, soaking her mother’s hand and mouth, moaning long and filthy while her legs shook uncontrollably. Pilar didn’t let go until she stilled, licking up the last drops as if they were a delicacy.

—Now me —Pilar said, climbing over her daughter’s body with a slick face—. Come here, I want to give it back to you.

She pulled her camisole over her head and stood there completely naked. Her big tits hung white, with dark, erect nipples. Tania went straight for them, took them into her mouth, sucked one nipple and then the other, pulling with her lips, nibbling the nipples until Pilar arched her back.

—Suck them, girl, suck them hard —Pilar moaned—. Make them really hard for me.

Tania worked her way down over her belly, leaving a trail of saliva, and reached her mother’s cunt. She opened her lips with two fingers and drove her tongue inside, moving it in circles, teasing the clit with the tip. Pilar cried out and clutched the sheets.

—Oh, my soul, like that, like that, eat me out completely —she panted, twisting beneath her—. Stick it in me, get your tongue deep inside me.

Then they changed position. They went scissoring, one leg over, the other beneath, their cunts pressed tight against each other, and began to grind. Their sexes searched for each other, rubbed together, soaked one another. The sound was wet, obscene, and every thrust drew out a longer moan.

—So good, Mum, so good —Tania moaned, holding onto Pilar’s leg—. Press harder, shove your cunt against mine.

—Fuck me like this, girl, fuck my cunt with yours —Pilar answered breathlessly—. Let’s come together, come here.

They moved together at once, frantic, rubbing their clits against one another, chasing orgasm with desperation. Then they turned over and went into sixty-nine, Tania on top, and devoured each other at the same time, tongues deep inside, fingers probing asshole and cunt at once, lost in pleasure.

—Like that, my love —Pilar moaned through a full mouth—. Your tongue is wonderful. Warm me up more, don’t stop.

—You enjoy yourself too —Tania answered between licks—. You taste so good, Mum, faster, give me more.

They ended up tangled together again face to face, rubbing against one another, their bodies desperately seeking each other until pleasure overflowed. They came almost at the same time, first Tania with a sharp howl and then Pilar, moaning low and long, soaking each other’s thighs, collapsed and breathless on the rumpled sheets.

My aunt, meanwhile, had grown so aroused she barely remembered feeling that way in years. Unable to help herself, she retreated to the living room, sank onto the sofa, hiked her skirt up to her waist, pulled her panties aside and slipped her fingers into her soaked cunt. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She worked herself furiously, pressing her clit with her fingertips, driving two fingers in hard, biting her lip so she wouldn’t scream. She could hear the muffled moans from the bedroom and imagined herself between the two of them, Pilar’s tongue in her mouth and Tania’s between her legs. She came in silence, with a long shudder that shook her hips, gushing over her hand and staining the sofa, her heart racing and her breathing ragged.

Tania and Pilar spent almost two hours giving each other pleasure. But my aunt, once she’d recovered her breath, slipped out of the house without making a sound and went home. She needed to wash, gather her thoughts and, who knows, maybe put out on her own the fire that had been lit in her again, because one orgasm wasn’t going to be enough.

When mother and daughter woke from their siesta, they discovered that my aunt was already gone. A shadow of doubt took hold of them. What if she hadn’t liked anything she saw? What if she’d left to never come back?

Pilar picked up the phone. She had to call her and clear it up once and for all, whatever it cost.

To be continued...