My Girlfriend’s Mother Had Her Own Plans

The week before, I’d spent an incredible night with Valeria, but somewhere in the back of my head I was still thinking about her mother. Carmen. I’d seen her twice, briefly, and every time I remembered her I felt something churn in my chest that had very little to do with tenderness.

When Valeria suggested we go to lunch at her parents’ house, my first reaction was panic. My second reaction was something completely different.

—Should I bring your mother something? —I asked, trying to sound casual.

—She loves red wine —Valeria said—. If you want to bring a bottle, I’m sure it’ll make her happy.

On Saturday I arrived on time with a bottle under my arm and more nervous than I would have admitted. Valeria opened the door with that smile of hers that disarmed everything, but my head was already somewhere else.

—They’re in the pool —she said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips—. Come on, I’ll introduce you.

Her father, Rodrigo, held out his hand with the easy informality of someone who doesn’t distrust anyone. He spoke loudly and laughed easily. Carmen, on the other hand, slowly got up from her chair. She wore a dark skirt and a blouse with a discreet neckline that showed everything without trying. Her nipples showed through the thin fabric, two hard points aimed at me as if they knew something.

—What a handsome boyfriend you have, daughter —she said, giving me two kisses.

I caught her perfume before I heard her words. We looked at each other a second longer than necessary. Both of us knowing what the other knew. I already had my cock half-hard against my zipper, and she noticed it, lowered her eyes for just an instant, and licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

***

The first part of the afternoon was a play. Rodrigo talked about football, Valeria told work anecdotes, and Carmen and I behaved like two complete strangers. It was exhausting to keep up the act with her sitting on the other side of the table, legs crossed, pretending I was simply her daughter’s boyfriend. Every time she uncrossed her legs she gave me a tiny glimpse of thigh, and once —I swear it— I thought I made out the shadow of her bare cunt beneath the skirt. My mouth watered.

When Valeria suggested to her father that they put on music and asked me to help her mother carry things to the kitchen, I felt my stomach flip.

In the kitchen, with the door half open and the sound of music coming muffled from outside, Carmen stood at the counter with her back to me. She didn’t look at me right away. I heard the clink of ice in the tray, the tink of a glass.

—You look very pretty —I told her, because it was the truth.

—So do you. —She paused for a long moment—. You shouldn’t be here.

—I’m your daughter’s boyfriend.

—Exactly.

I moved closer. She didn’t step back. When I put my hand on her hip, she closed her eyes for a moment, and that moment was enough for me. I kissed her slowly, without hurry, and she answered with an urgency that told me everything I needed to know. Her tongue found mine and they tangled hungrily, while I lifted her skirt from behind and discovered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath after all. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezed hard, and she let out a stifled gasp against my mouth.

—You wicked bitch —I whispered in her ear—. You came to lunch without panties, with your husband and your daughter here.

—I took them off in the bathroom half an hour ago —she answered, biting my earlobe—. When I saw you come through the door.

I lifted her onto the counter, spread her legs, and started lowering my head. Her cunt was already glistening, her lips swollen, with a clear thread running down the inside of her thigh.

—Stop —she whispered—. They’ll catch us.

But her hand was already pushing me toward her, gripping my hair, pressing my face against her sex.

I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, slowly, tasting her. She tasted of salt and something denser, wilder. I parted her lips with two fingers and drove the tip of my tongue into her clit, tracing tight circles. She folded forward, clutched my shoulders, and clenched her teeth so she wouldn’t scream. I slipped in one finger, then two, curling them upward, searching for that spot that made women lose their minds. I found it. Her cunt tightened around my fingers like a wet fist.

—Fuck, fuck, fuck —she ground out through her teeth—, don’t stop, eat me all the way.

I covered her mouth with my palm, just in case, and sped up my tongue on her clit while my fingers went in and out with a wet sound that made me even harder. Her hips started trembling against my face, her thighs closed around my head, trapping me there, and I felt her come, with a long spasm that shook her whole belly, while she bit my palm so she wouldn’t moan.

When I stood up, my chin was wet with her and she had bright eyes and ragged breathing. Her sex was still shining, throbbing, with a thick trail staining her ass against the counter.

—We can’t now —she said, composing herself with a calm that seemed almost cruel to me—. Later. I promise. I want that cock all the way inside, nice and slow.

She took me down from the countertop and groped me without shame, weighing me in her palm. She took the wet finger to her mouth and sucked it, staring straight at me. Then she pulled my pants back up with calm fingers and walked out of the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

***

Lunch was strange in the best possible way. The four of us around the table, Rodrigo pouring wine nonstop, Valeria laughing at something I barely heard. I sat between the two women. It was Valeria’s idea.

After a few minutes, while Rodrigo was asking his daughter something about a trip, I felt Carmen’s hand on my thigh. I went completely still. She moved upward slowly, without taking her eyes off her plate, without changing her expression, until she got where she wanted to get. When she noticed I was already rock hard, she wrapped her fingers around the bulge and smiled faintly.

I unbuttoned my pants in silence, with tiny movements. She slid her fingers inside, found my cock, and pulled it out through the opening in my briefs. She wrapped her whole hand around it and started to stroke me, very slowly, using her thumb to smear the tip that was already leaking.

It was surreal. Rodrigo talked. Valeria answered. Carmen jerked me off under the table with a serenity I found impossible to imitate. She slid her hand down to the root, back up to the head, squeezed, twisted her wrist. Every so often she squeezed my balls with her other hand, delicately, like someone measuring the weight of a piece of fruit. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my face neutral, to keep nodding every time someone addressed me.

When I was about to lose control, when I could already feel the cum rising inside me, she stopped.

—Is something wrong? —Carmen asked out loud, looking at me with perfect innocence—. I saw you close your eyes.

—A cramp in my leg —I managed—. It’s gone now.

She removed her hand cleanly. She brought it to her lips with complete discretion and licked the thumb where my fluid had stayed. I had my fists clenched under the table and my cock throbbing outside my briefs, dripping onto my own leg.

That was when Valeria put her hand on my leg. I guided it without thinking twice. It took her a second to understand what she was touching, but she didn’t panic. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye with a smile I knew well and closed her fist around my cock with a firmness that was pure promise.

—I dropped my fork —she announced, and bent down.

What she did under that table in the next forty seconds was memorable. I felt the hot, wet mouth close around the head, the tongue circling it completely, and then going down, swallowing me to the throat. I gripped the edge of the chair, dug my nails into the wood. She went up and down three times, sucking hard, and on the last one she pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, shook it with her fist, and licked my balls quickly before taking me back into her mouth and giving the tip a parting kiss. When she came back up, she wiped her lips with the napkin and kept eating as if nothing had happened, without breaking the rhythm of the conversation for a single second.

—Everything okay down there? —Carmen asked her.

—Perfectly, Mom. It got tangled up with the tablecloth.

I tucked my cock away as best I could, still rock hard, soaked with saliva.

***

Rodrigo left after dessert. The three of us stayed behind clearing the table. At one point, when Valeria went to the bathroom, Carmen came over to me and said very quietly:

—What did you think of my daughter?

—Good.

—Wait until you compare. When you’ve got her tied up, I’ll show you how to fuck for real. —She walked away before I could answer, her ass swaying under the dark skirt.

***

Valeria was in the mood to play. She told me so when we got into her room: she wanted me to blindfold her and tie her to the bed. She’d been thinking about it during lunch, she said, and needed to get it out of her head.

What she didn’t know was that Carmen was right behind her in the hallway when she said it.

—I’m going out for a minute to buy a few things —Carmen announced with complete normality—. I’ll leave you alone.

The front door closed. Valeria was already dragging me toward her parents’ room, which had a bigger, firmer bed.

I stripped her slowly. She had a beautiful body: compact, firm, with the energy of someone who doesn’t need to work at being attractive. Small perky tits, pink nipples that hardened as soon as I brushed her chest with my tongue. I pulled her panties down to her ankles and ran my nose over her shaved cunt, breathing her in. She was already wet. I tied her to the headboard with the scarf she herself had taken from the drawer and put the blindfold over her eyes.

—Do whatever you want —she said—. Everything. Fuck me however you like.

I started with her neck, biting it slowly, then her breasts, sucking each nipple until they were red and erect. Then I moved down, leaving her stomach wet with licks, sinking my tongue into her navel, nibbling her hips. She began writhing almost immediately, pulling at the ropes without wanting to let go, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming.

I spread her legs all the way. Her cunt was shining, her lips already swollen. I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, very slowly, and she arched her back.

—Eat me —she moaned—. Eat me all the way.

I was focused on her, sucking her clit and then slipping my tongue inside in turns, when I felt the touch of a hand on my back.

I turned around. Carmen was in the doorway. Completely naked, with a finger over her lips. Carmen’s body was the mature, opulent version of her daughter’s: big tits with dark nipples, wide hips, shaved cunt already glistening between thick thighs. She pinched one nipple with her free hand while watching me. Then she lowered her eyes to her daughter, tied up and blindfolded on the bed, and there was something in her expression that wasn’t just desire. It was fascination.

She motioned for me to keep going.

So I kept going. I got between Valeria’s legs and continued where I’d left off, with my tongue and fingers, while Carmen knelt beside the bed and watched from so close I could feel her warm breath. After a moment, without saying anything, she tilted her head and joined in. Her lips closed over her own daughter’s clit and she started sucking it while I finger-fucked her with two fingers.

Valeria arched her back sharply.

—God —she whispered—. Don’t stop. Like that, exactly like that. Fuck, how you do it.

She had no idea there were two mouths. That the tongue licking her was her mother’s.

While the two tongues worked on her —me licking her entrance, Carmen focused on her clit—, Carmen took my free hand and placed it between her own legs. She was completely soaked, dripping down the insides of her thighs. I shoved three fingers into her at once and she had to bite the inside of her mouth not to moan. I finger-fucked her at the same rhythm as I licked Valeria’s cunt, my fingers going in and out with a sticky sound that was driving me insane.

***

Valeria came with an intensity that shook us both. Her hips lifted off the bed, her legs closed around what was in front of her, trapping the two heads against her sex, and she let out a long, deep moan she couldn’t control in any way. I felt her cunt throbbing against my tongue, spilling a hot stream that Carmen and I ended up sharing without meaning to.

When she calmed down, Carmen straightened up. She kissed me urgently, cleaning my mouth with hers, sucking on my lips and chin to take all of her daughter’s taste for herself, and led me to the armchair in the corner, where she leaned back against the cushion with her legs open and her eyes fixed on me. She spread her cunt open with two fingers, showing me the bright pink inside.

—Put it in me —she said without sound, only with her lips—. All of it.

I entered her standing, with my hands on her hips. The head of my cock forced its way between her lips and sank all the way in with a single thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth in a silent moan. She was hot inside, tight, the walls throbbing around my cock.

I started moving slowly. I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, watching it disappear inside my girlfriend’s mother. Each thrust drew a muffled gasp from her that she swallowed by biting my shoulder. I grabbed one breast with my free hand, squeezed it, pinched the nipple, and she dug her nails into my back.

—Harder —she whispered in my ear—. Break me. Fuck me like your girlfriend isn’t there tied up.

I lifted her a little by the hips and started fucking for real, legs clenched, slamming into her with a wet skin-on-skin sound. Her tits bounced against my chest. She rested her face on my shoulder to muffle the noises. I could feel how she tightened with each shove, how her fingers closed over my back, how her cunt squeezed me more and more.

Behind us, Valeria was still tied up.

—Can you take the blindfold off me yet? —she asked softly.

Carmen looked at me. She shook her head very slowly, while still impaled on my cock, continuing to roll her hips against me.

—Not now —I said—. Not yet.

I moved inside Carmen harder, hammering her against the armchair back. She bit my shoulder to keep from making a sound, drawing blood. I slipped a hand between our two bodies and found her clit with my thumb, circling it quickly while I kept driving into her to the hilt. It didn’t take long for her to come. I felt her trembling all over, clamping her legs around my waist with a force I hadn’t expected, and her cunt contracted around my cock in wave after wave, squirting out a hot jet that ran down over my balls and left a dark stain on the armchair upholstery.

I had to yank out forcefully and squeeze the base to keep from coming too.

***

When Valeria asked to be untied again, Carmen was already silently gathering her clothes from the floor. She gave me one last kiss on the mouth, bent down, and licked my cock from balls to tip, cleaning off her own juices with a smile. She left the room without anyone seeing her.

I went to the bed. I loosened the ropes, took off the blindfold. Valeria blinked several times, adjusting to the light.

—Now it’s your turn —she said, her voice hoarse, looking at my cock, which was still hard, shiny, and throbbing—. I want to see you. I want you to come all over me.

I got down beside her face, kneeling on the pillow, and started stroking myself. She waited with her mouth half open, with that patience of hers that always threw me a little off, sticking out her tongue now and then to lick the tip whenever I brought it close enough.

—Want me to paint your face? —I asked, clenching my fist and pounding myself fast, aiming straight at her open mouth.

—Everything —she said—. Don’t hold back. On my tongue, on my tits, in my hair. Wherever it lands.

I didn’t hold back. I kept jerking off above her for a few more seconds, watching her stick out her tongue and close her eyes, and I shot a thick load that first hit inside her mouth, then on her cheek, her chin, her neck, her tits. It was four or five heavy spurts —I’d been holding back all afternoon— and she took them all without moving away, swallowing what was left on her tongue. When I was done, she slowly ran her tongue over her lips, picked up a white thread hanging from her chin with two fingers, and put that in her mouth too. She looked at me with an expression of absolute satisfaction.

—Untie me now —she said—. If my mother comes back and finds us like this, she’ll kill us.

I smiled without meaning to.

—Your mother will take a while —I said.

I untied her. We went to the bathroom together, shoving each other and laughing softly, as if it were an ordinary afternoon. As if nothing had happened that shouldn’t have happened.

We left the room more or less in order. On the armchair floor there was a stain I knew exactly where it came from. And it wasn’t Valeria’s.