I Caught My Mother with My Cousin in the Country

Let me give you some context, because without it none of this makes sense. It happened several years ago, when I was nineteen and studying far away, in the city. Every so often, we went down to the country to visit my paternal grandmother, who lived in an old two-story house surrounded by fields. The visits were never just about affection: my father, who had left from one day to the next with another woman and hardly ever showed up, left my grandmother some money for us, and she always sent us home with freshly picked fruit and things from the farm.

I liked going anyway. My grandparents treated me well, and an older cousin lived with them, the son of an uncle, whom I’ll call Damián. He would have been around twenty-eight at the time. He wasn’t handsome in the face, but he was tall, broad-shouldered, with a body toughened by working the land. He took me out to the fields on horseback or on his motorcycle, gave me spending money, and talked to me man to man. With no father around, Damián was the closest thing I had to a father figure, and I loved him as such.

My mother, on the other hand, had become a mother very young. Without giving her exact age, let’s say she was around thirty-eight. She was petite and thin, short, with curly hair that she always wore loose. There was something childlike about her body and something fully womanly in her gaze, a mixture I still didn’t know how to read back then.

Going down to the country had become a habit, almost monthly. My mother got along well with everyone, and I never noticed anything strange between her and the rest of the family. Everything was peaceful whenever we went, which was precisely why what I’m about to tell you left me so shaken.

***

One afternoon I went out alone with my grandfather to check the fields and the pigpens. We walked around for quite a while, looking everything over, until we found a pig in one of the pens with a nasty wound on its back. That day my grandfather hadn’t brought anything to treat it with, so he sent me back to the house for the antiseptic spray.

—Hurry, or it’ll get infected —he told me, and I set off trotting along the dirt path.

I reached the house out of breath. I looked for the spray where he had told me, in the kitchen, but it wasn’t there. I thought there might be another one upstairs, in my grandfather’s room, so I started up the wooden staircase. And there, on that stretch I had walked over so many times without thinking, I came across something that changed forever the way I saw my mother and Damián.

***

As I climbed the first steps, I heard moans. I stopped dead for a moment, unable to understand. They were high-pitched, broken, almost like muffled screams. Curiosity got the better of me, and I continued upward slowly, keeping close to the wall. Halfway up the stairs there was an interior window, one of those that looked into an adjoining room, and when I turned my face toward it, I saw where all that noise was coming from.

In an unused room I had never entered, where there was nothing but an old armchair pushed against the wall, Damián was fucking my mother.

I recognized her in the first second. It was her, without a doubt, riding on top of him, his entire cock buried inside her to the hilt. I had already seen porn, but I was still a virgin, so this was the first time I had seen real sex, with real people, breathing, sweating, dripping. I stood paralyzed and, at the same time, fascinated in a way I was ashamed to feel.

They were completely naked. Their clothes were scattered everywhere, as if they had torn them off in a hurry. My mother, so thin that her ribs showed, moved over him with an energy I would never have imagined in her. She had small but pert tits, with hard, dark nipples that bounced with every thrust, and she lowered her whole ass against his hips, swallowing his cock all the way to the root. She moaned nonstop, rising and falling, impaling herself again and again, while Damián slapped her hard on the ass, leaving the red imprint of his hand on her white skin. Far from complaining, she moaned louder and arched her back to offer him her buttocks more fully.

—That’s it, slut, move like that, ride that cock —he growled, digging his fingers into her waist to drive it deeper.

—God, you’ve got such a big one… you fill me completely —she answered in a voice I didn’t know, hoarse and broken, the voice of a female in heat.

I felt all the blood rush somewhere else. I squeezed myself through my pants, not yet daring to do more, unable to tear my eyes away from every detail. From time to time my mother bent down to kiss him, pushing her tongue all the way into his mouth, then immediately straightened and began moving with the same force, clinging to his chest whenever he gripped her waist and pushed her down. For an instant, between their bodies, I caught sight of what had her like that: a thick cock, shining with her juices, sliding in and out of my mother with a wet sound, an obscene splashing that rose up the staircase and struck me directly in the crotch.

During one of those rough movements, he slipped out. For one second I saw his entire cock, red and hard, its veins standing out and its tip soaked with my mother’s juices, but that was enough to understand why she was like that. My mother didn’t wait: she grabbed it with her hand, positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, and dropped herself down onto it in one motion, moaning a long “aaah” that came from deep in her belly, like someone unwilling to lose even a moment of having it inside her.

***

They didn’t stay in that position for long. Damián lifted her into the air without the slightest effort and turned her around, putting her on all fours on the armchair. As soon as he had her positioned, he brought her face toward his sex, that enormous cock smeared with her pussy, and my mother responded immediately, opening her mouth and taking it all the way to her throat.

—That’s it, my love, slowly… swallow it all, like that —he said softly, with a tenderness that made me more uncomfortable than everything before, while he grabbed her curly hair and set the pace.

I could hear the wet sounds she made, the slurping, the soft gags each time the tip touched the back of her throat, and his sighs. My mother sucked his entire cock, then moved down to suck his balls, one after the other, never releasing his dick from her hand as she massaged it with saliva. When she came back up, she swallowed the head in one thrust and made that sucking sound that drew a growl from him. The fact that they called each other “my love” added something that wasn’t just sex, something older and deeper between them, and it churned me up inside. But I didn’t leave. I couldn’t.

After a while, Damián pulled her away by the hair, a strand of saliva still hanging from her mouth, and positioned himself behind her.

—Open up, open up, slut, show me that pussy —he ordered, holding her by the hips.

She spread her buttocks with both hands, showing him everything, and he spat into his palm, ran his hand over his cock, and drove it all the way in with a single thrust. My mother let out a scream that made the window tremble.

He started again, hard, with thrusts that made her slide forward on the old armchair. He grabbed her hips, her waist, her hair, and buried his cock to the balls every time, the sound of skin against skin clouding my mind. I could barely hear my mother’s voice because her face was pressed into the backrest, but every time he struck her or pulled her waist to sink himself all the way in, she let out a muffled “uh, uh, uh” that stayed etched in my memory.

—Break me, come on, break me apart —she begged, her voice muffled against the upholstery.

—That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to split you open —he answered, smacking her ass with a sharp slap that sounded like a whip crack.

I couldn’t tell whether he was fucking her pussy or her ass, because he was sliding in and out so quickly that I could barely see the wet gleam of his cock between her buttocks. I only saw her thin body jolt with every collision, her little tits swaying beneath her, her body rocking with every hard impact as their bodies met. It was such a raw scene that, almost without thinking, I unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my rock-hard cock, and, sitting there on a step hidden behind the wall, began jerking off while I watched them.

***

As he sped up, I sped up my hand. Saliva gathered in my mouth, and I spat it into my palm to slide it more easily along my cock, imitating the rhythm with which Damián was impaling my mother. I kept at it until he separated her again, moved her to the edge of the armchair, and folded her legs against her chest, leaving her entire pussy exposed, the pink slit swollen and gleaming with juices, and her puckered little asshole just beneath it. When I saw her whole body exposed, her skin reddened by the slaps, the imprint of his hand marked on her buttock, Damián put his cock in her mouth for a second to wet it, then plunged it back into her pussy with a thrust that made her howl. I couldn’t hold back any longer and came, hot spurts splattering my pants and the stairs, biting my arm so I wouldn’t moan. I had never ejaculated so powerfully as I did that afternoon, and yet I stayed hard, my cock throbbing between my fingers, trapped by the screams escaping her while he fucked her with a power that seemed impossible for a human body.

In that room, the only sounds were the bodies colliding, the splashing of the wet pussy swallowing his cock, and my mother’s voice. His panting, the wet noises, everything blended together, and she seemed to be enjoying it to a degree I would never have attributed to her.

—Oh, that feels so good… more, my love, more… fuck it all the way into me, don’t stop, don’t stop —she said, and every phrase burned my ears.

—All for you, mommy, all this cock is yours —he answered, biting her neck while he kept driving into her.

With sweat shining on his back, Damián pulled away for a moment, his stiff cock pointing toward the ceiling, red and dripping, and sat down beside the armchair.

—Come here. Suck me again —he said, in that deep, commanding voice.

My mother, without needing to be asked twice, climbed down from the furniture, knelt on the floor in front of him, and leaned forward. She grasped his cock with both hands and began licking it from his balls to the tip, her whole tongue out, looking him in the eyes. Then she took it into her mouth and began sucking him eagerly, swallowing his entire length until her nose touched his pubis. I could hear the slurping, his sighs, the brush of his hand over her curly hair. He spat on it, rubbed it across her face, and put it back in her mouth, and my mother let him do it without complaint, saliva running down her chin to her neck and tits. Until, without saying a word, he lifted her from the floor by her arms, sat her astride him, and impaled her again.

***

She was on top of him again, his entire cock buried deep inside her, while he held her hips with both hands, sucked her nipples, and buried his mouth in her neck. She moved with her mouth open, panting, letting him fill her completely, and begged for more while striking his chest with her open palm. They stayed like that, amid moans and tongue kisses, until Damián, without letting go of her, lay back along the armchair and made her lift herself slightly so he could thrust up into her quickly, fucking her at a savage rhythm that drew a series of short, high-pitched cries from my mother. His cock could be seen entering and leaving her pussy completely, soaked, his balls striking her ass with every thrust. My mother was no longer holding anything back.

—Yes, yes, come on… like that, like that… fuck me, fuck me hard, don’t stop —she repeated in a broken voice, fondling her tits and lowering one hand to rub her clitoris while he penetrated her.

Hearing all that turned me on again. My body still hot from the first time and my cock only slightly softened, I grabbed it and began stroking again. I didn’t last long. When he turned her over once more and ended up on top of her in the missionary position, buried to the pubis, kissing her and caressing her roughly at the same time, my mother’s legs locked around his waist and her heels dug into his ass so he wouldn’t slow down, I came a second time, this time over my own hand, though with less intensity than before.

But it didn’t end there. While I discreetly cleaned myself off on the step, he continued, now more slowly and more deeply, sinking into her as far as he could and making circles with his hips, when suddenly my mother’s voice changed.

—I’m coming… I’m coming, oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, like that, there, there… —she moaned, her words breaking apart.

I looked up just in time. He was still on top of her, buried to the balls, moving with short, firm thrusts, and all I could see of my mother were her legs swinging at his sides, until she suddenly stretched them out, dug her heels into the upholstery, and began to tremble. Her whole body shook, her back arched, her neck went taut, and she released a long, broken moan that ended in a nervous laugh. It was the first time in my life I had seen a woman truly come, felt her pussy squeeze his cock, heard Damián growl, “You’re killing me, slut, the way you’re squeezing me,” and something inside me promised, right then, that one day I would want to make someone feel that way.

When she came, Damián stayed still for a moment, letting her ride out the spasms, his cock buried completely inside her so she could feel it throbbing. Then, amid laughter and panting, she began moving beneath him again, rolling her hips, and he resumed thrusting until suddenly he sat up, pulled out in time, and grabbed his cock to finish himself in jerks over my mother’s body. He shot thick, white spurts across her belly and tits; one reached her neck and another her chin. Instead of being annoyed, she laughed, stuck out her tongue to catch what fell near her mouth, and ran her fingers over her tits, smearing the cum across her nipples. It was a low, conspiratorial laugh that said this wasn’t new between them, that they had practiced that ending many times.

***

They stayed like that for a few seconds, laughing and breathing heavily, with him still dripping over her belly, while he handed her a rag to clean herself. My mother ran the rag over her stomach and chest, then between her legs, and he leisurely caressed one of her tits and leaned over to suck a nipple that was still stained. When I saw him stand up from the armchair, his half-soft cock hanging thick between his legs, I reacted. I pulled up my pants in a hurry, my hands trembling and the trace of my own cum sticky inside the fabric, without taking my eyes off my mother’s thin body covered in sweat and semen, or his, just as soaked.

When I realized they were going to get dressed, I ran down the steps three at a time and bolted out of the house. I did grab the antiseptic spray before leaving, though. I ran back to the pigpen, handed the spray to my grandfather as if nothing had happened, and acted out the rest of the day as though I hadn’t seen a thing. Inside, however, nothing was the same anymore.

I have no doubt they saw each other again afterward, although I never had the luck—or the bad luck—to witness it again. A couple of years later, Damián got a girl from the same area pregnant, and from then on my mother began making excuses not to accompany me on my visits. I haven’t gone down there in a long time. But every so often, in a photograph, I see that Damián still has the same body he had that afternoon, while my mother rebuilt her life with another man.

I still remember, with an unsettling clarity, the moans on that staircase, the splashing of that cock entering and leaving my mother’s pussy, and the silent promise I made to myself while looking through a window I never should have looked through.