My Son’s Friend Was Left Alone in My Kitchen

On Saturday afternoon the sun was still beating hard through the half-open blinds in the living room. Raquel had just put the groceries away in the fridge when the doorbell rang. She opened it and there they were, the two of them, Diego and Hugo, sweaty and rumpled after the motorbike ride in from the center.

“Mom, can Hugo stay a while? We’ll play a couple of games and then go out for a drink,” Diego said, rushing in like a whirlwind and dropping his backpack in the middle of the hall.

Raquel smiled with complete naturalness.

“Of course, make yourselves comfortable. Should I make you some ice-cold lemonade?”

Hugo passed close by her, barely brushing her shoulder. He muttered a “thanks, Raquel” that came out deeper than usual, almost strangled. She closed the door and felt her pulse leap at the base of her neck. The day before, in the university library, she had caught him staring at her cleavage while pretending to study, and the memory was still burning inside her. She had already decided, from that very instant, that she was going to suck that kid’s cock as soon as she got the chance.

The boys flopped onto the big sofa. Controllers in hand, they picked teams and started shouting at and laughing with each other the way they always did. Raquel moved through the open kitchen with practiced calm. She prepared the pitcher with plenty of ice, cut a few thin slices of lime, filled three tall glasses to the brim.

Every time she carried something to the low table she bent a little more than necessary. She was wearing a white spaghetti-strap blouse, no bra—the heat made it plausible—and black cotton leggings that clung to her thighs and outlined every curve. When she crouched to put the glasses down, the fabric stretched tight between her ass cheeks and over her pussy, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties either. The slit of her cunt showed clearly beneath the material, and she knew it.

Hugo couldn’t hide it. His eyes kept drifting back to her, to the line of her back, to the shape marked by the leggings, to the hard nipples pushing against the blouse. Every time Raquel bent over, the boy swallowed and looked back at the screen a second too late. Beneath his tracksuit pants a bulge was growing by the moment, one he tried to hide by putting the cushion over it.

Poor thing. His zipper’s going to burst from the inside, she thought, holding back a smile.

Nearly two and a half hours passed amid laughter, affectionate insults, and a constant “Jesus, what a useless goalie!” In the end Diego threw the controller onto the cushion with a theatrical gesture.

“You destroyed me, man. I’m going to shower, I stink. Then we’re heading to the bar, okay?”

He took the stairs two at a time. A few seconds later the sound of water running in the upstairs bathroom could be heard.

The living room was left in thick silence, broken only by the distant hum of the air-conditioning and, very faintly in the background, the shower.

Raquel was still standing beside the kitchen island, her arms crossed beneath her chest. The posture lifted her tits and made her nipples stand out clearly against the thin fabric of the blouse. She looked at Hugo without blinking.

“Come here,” she whispered, motioning with her chin toward the gap behind the island, the only corner not visible from the staircase.

The boy got up as if he were being worked by strings. He crossed the living room slowly, barely daring to breathe. When he was a step away from her, Raquel raised her index finger and lightly placed it against his lips.

“Not a sound,” she said very quietly. “Diego’s upstairs, but the water doesn’t cover everything. We’ve got very little time, so you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. You’re going to stay still and quiet while I suck that cock you’ve had hard all afternoon. Understood?”

Hugo nodded, eyes wide. He wouldn’t have been able to form a single word even if he’d wanted to.

She held his gaze a moment longer, enjoying the power she had over him at that instant, the way a boy who acted cocky out on the street had a slight tremor in his hands now. Then she yanked down his tracksuit pants and underwear in one smooth pull, firm but gentle, and the lad’s cock sprang out hard as a rock, the tip already shiny with liquid, pointing at the ceiling.

“Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, biting her lower lip. “You’re rock hard. You’re already leaking.”

She wrapped her entire hand around the head and squeezed slowly, feeling it pulse against her palm. With her thumb she gathered the thick drop beading at the tip and brought it to her mouth without breaking eye contact. She sucked the whole finger, calmly, as if tasting a dessert.

“Salty,” she whispered. “I like it.”

Raquel knelt slowly on the cold tiles. She spread her knees a little to keep her balance and looked up at him. She wanted him to watch her, to have every second of this burned into his memory. With her right hand she gripped him at the base, pinching the shaft between index finger and thumb; with her left she cupped his balls and began to play with them, weighing them, rolling them with calculated slowness to drive him mad.

“Listen carefully,” she murmured, her voice rough and barely audible. “What I’m about to do to you, girls your age wouldn’t even think about. They don’t even know how to suck a cock properly. But I’ve spent many years learning how to suck well, and I know exactly what a man likes when you take him in your mouth. Just let me do it.”

Hugo swallowed audibly. He nodded again, breathing already ragged, his cheeks flushed.

She wet her lips and stuck out her tongue. First she licked him all over with the flat of it, from bottom to top, from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of the day’s sweat. She repeated the motion three, four times, and on the last one she paused beneath the corona and traced wet circles there, suckling the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, obsessed with it ever since she had seen the bulge in his pants on the sofa.

Hugo let out a stifled gasp. She raised an eyebrow and pinned him with her stare.

“Shh. Quiet.”

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him all the way in, centimeter by centimeter, until the tip brushed the back of her throat. She held him there for a few seconds, swallowing, feeling the hot flesh throbbing inside her. Then she started to move up and down, setting a steady rhythm, letting her saliva spill from the corner of her mouth and drip thickly over the boy’s balls. Every few thrusts she stopped right at the head and sucked hard, hollow-cheeked, her tongue circling around it, watching his abdomen tighten beneath his T-shirt.

Hugo clenched his fists at his sides, holding in every moan that rose in his throat. His legs trembled as if he’d been standing for hours. Unable to help himself, he lowered one hand and buried his fingers in her hair, tugging very slowly. Raquel moaned around his cock, and that vibration sent another shudder through him.

Raquel pulled back for a second to breathe. A long strand of saliva still connected her lips to the tip of the glans. She smiled, and with her open hand she started stroking him slowly while lowering her head further down. She traced a wet line with her tongue along the shaft, continued to the taut skin of the testicles, and took one whole ball into her mouth. She sucked it carefully, rolling it with her tongue, and then the other one. The boy shivered all over, his hips trembling uncontrollably.

She looked up and smiled with quiet malice, her lips shining.

“Relax,” she whispered. “And enjoy it. You won’t have another afternoon like this for a long time. No one’s going to suck this cock the way I’m sucking it.”

She closed her hand around the shaft again and resumed the movement, this time faster, up and down with her wrist turning on each pass while her mouth sealed over the first few inches. The combination of her hand squeezing the base and her mouth sucking the tip was devastating. With her other hand she kept working his balls, tugging them gently downward each time she came up, multiplying the sensation.

Hugo breathed through his nose, fighting not to make a sound, listening to the water still falling upstairs. His hips started moving on their own, pushing toward her almost involuntarily, fucking her mouth in little thrusts he was trying to hold back. Raquel noticed, pulled her mouth away for a moment, and whispered against the glans:

“Fuck my mouth, come on. Gently. Like it was my cunt. Make the most of it now.”

And she took him all the way in again. Hugo, eyes closed and jaw clenched, began to thrust. She let him, relaxing her throat, letting the tip hit the back, swallowing every time she felt it arrive. Raquel’s lips slid up and down, coated in saliva and pre-cum, and the whole house filled with the wet, sticky sound of the blowjob, barely contained by the humming shower water.

The boy didn’t last another two minutes.

“Raquel… I can’t anymore… I’m cumming…” he whispered, his voice breaking.

She didn’t pull away. On the contrary. She dug her nails into his ass, pulling him inward, took him to the hilt and sucked with all her strength, her tongue pressing just beneath the glans. Hugo gave himself over with a long shudder that ran through his whole body, biting his lip so he wouldn’t scream, his hands seeking support on the edge of the counter. Raquel felt his cock swell inside her mouth and the first jet of semen smack against her palate, hot and thick. Then another, and another. She swallowed them one by one without looking away, her throat working silently while the boy emptied himself inside her in spasms that shook his hips.

When he was done, she kept sucking slowly, milking him with her hand until the last drop, cleaning the glans with her tongue so no trace remained. Only then did she let him go, with a wet sound, and ran her tongue over her lips, gathering up the little that had escaped.

She stood up with absolute calm. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, pulled his underwear and pants back up with a couple of efficient gestures over the still half-hard cock, and gave his hip a little pat, as if settling a child before sending him off to class.

“There are wipes in the guest bathroom,” she said, in the same tone she would have used to comment on the weather. “Wash your face and hands well, you’re sweating. Don’t let Diego notice anything.”

Hugo looked at her, still dazed, his eyes glassy, unable to believe what had just happened.

“Fuck, Raquel… you swallowed it whole…” was the only thing he managed to say.

She moved a little closer and brushed his earlobe with her lips. She felt the boy shiver again just from that.

“Of course I swallowed it, sweetheart. When I suck a cock, I swallow it. Always.” She nipped his earlobe gently. “This stays between you and me. Not Diego, not anyone. Understood?”

“Understood,” he murmured.

“Good. Because next Thursday my husband has a golf tournament all day and Diego locks himself away to study for exams.” She paused deliberately, enjoying the way the boy held his breath. “Come by in the afternoon. And this time we’ll take the time this kitchen didn’t give us today. I’m going to fuck you until you don’t have the strength to ride home on your motorbike. You’re going to learn what a woman’s cunt feels like.”

Hugo nodded, mouth dry, not quite knowing where to put his hands. The cock beneath his pants was swelling again just from hearing her.

Raquel turned around as if nothing had happened, went back to the counter, and kept slicing lime wedges with the same calm as ten minutes before. Only now she was humming very softly, and she still had the taste of the boy’s semen at the back of her throat.

Upstairs, the shower water suddenly stopped. From the hallway came Diego’s voice:

“I’m coming down now, Hugo! Five minutes and we’re leaving!”

The boy hurried back to the sofa, sat down, and tried to look normal, with the controller in his hands and his gaze fixed on a screen he couldn’t even see. His legs were still trembling.

Raquel gave him one last look over her shoulder, ran her tongue over her teeth, and smiled to herself, already counting the days until Thursday.