The Five Days I Spent Alone with My Daughter’s Husband

My daughter had asked me to stay a few days at her house in Valencia to look after my grandson Bruno, who was signed up for a summer camp, and to lend a hand to her husband Adrián, who was buried in an exam for a management post at the regional government. What began as a favor for a grandmother ended with my son-in-law and me fucking like two animals, with neither of us resisting.

I was driving back from the camp with my head somewhere else, floating halfway between the asphalt and the clouds. I had let Adrián fuck me that very morning, his hard cock plunging into my cunt again and again on the office table, and I didn’t feel remorse, only the foolish anger of having to pick up Bruno and not being able to enjoy my son-in-law’s cock exclusively. I was forty-six and had a new, almost teenage urgency to make the most of every hour before reality forced me to look it in the face. I could still feel his semen running between my thighs, warm, marking me as his.

I knew it wasn’t love, not the kind lovers feel. It was skin, desire, the sensation of being alive again after too long spent switched off. Fucking for the sake of fucking. Coming until I lost my senses. And during the days left until my daughter came back, I meant to keep taking what I had discovered, down to the last drop.

When I went to pick up Bruno, Vanesa invited me for coffee while the kids played on the console in her son Hugo’s room.

“Thank you so much, I owe you one. Anytime you want, Hugo can stay at my place,” I told her.

“We could use a night out too. By the way, at the parents’ dinner I saw you all over Bruno’s father. You really break the classic mother-in-law mold.”

I felt caught out, with my cunt still throbbing from the morning fuck, and I tried to keep my expression under control.

“We get along well. I get along with everyone,” I answered, brushing it off.

Bruno hugged me when he saw me and dragged me to the door, impatient. At home he insisted on going down to the pool. I kissed his father, put on my swimsuit, and let the boy go ahead.

“Wait for me before you get in the water,” I told him.

Safe from his eyes, I closed the door and let Adrián pull me into an embrace.

“We have to be careful. Kids notice everything,” I murmured.

“We’ll take advantage of the camp hours.”

But he claimed an advance payment. He yanked my bikini top up and my tits sprang free in front of his face. He went for them with impatient hunger, sucking one nipple while twisting the other between two fingers, tugging just enough to make me moan under my breath. His other hand slipped under the bikini bottoms and found the exact spot, the one he already knew better than I did. Two fingers sank into my soaked cunt without meeting resistance while his thumb worked my clit in short, precise circles.

“You’re dripping, you little bitch,” he whispered against my breast.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…”

I didn’t need more than a minute. I came standing up, biting the back of my hand so I wouldn’t scream, braced against the counter in the office, clamping his wrist between my thighs so he wouldn’t pull his fingers out until the last contraction. When he finally withdrew them, they gleamed with my juices and he took them into his mouth without looking away.

“You need so little,” he said, laughing as he sucked his fingers.

“Maybe it’s because you’re catching me up on overdue orgasms.”

I adjusted my bikini with my legs still weak and went down to the pool trying to look like a normal grandmother. Later, lying on the edge of the water, I tried to sort my head out. My life had taken a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn in a week. Then the phone rang: it was Ramón, my husband, on the Camino. I listened without feeling anything when he told me he was delaying his return a few days to continue to the coast with some pilgrims. He didn’t even ask about Bruno. He was still in his own world, as always. Better. Let him stay there a few more days while I got fucked in his bed.

***

That night Adrián ordered pizzas so I wouldn’t have to cook. We ate with Bruno, talked by video call with Lucía, my daughter, who confirmed she’d be back on Friday.

“Enjoy yourself, everything’s under control here,” I told her.

“Don’t tempt me, or I’ll extend the trip,” she answered with a laugh.

I was tempted to tell her there was no rush as far as I was concerned. The longer she took, the more times her husband would shove his cock all the way into me. When Bruno went to sleep exhausted, Adrián hugged me from behind while I was clearing up the kitchen, and I felt his hard bulge pressing against my ass.

“I’m dying for you,” he whispered, rubbing against me.

“Me too, but we can’t. Bruno is too little for something like that,” I said, turning with a smile. “You’ll have to sort yourself out alone in your room.”

His face lit up.

“Let’s do it together. A virtual date. Each of us in our own room, with the latch on in case the kid shows up, a glass of wine, and a video call.”

“I don’t know if I’ll know how…” I said, intrigued.

“Of course you will. I’ll call you at ten-thirty.”

I took a quick shower, more for myself than for him, and put on a plain black silk nightgown that fell perfectly over my hips. Nothing underneath. At ten-thirty my phone rang. When I connected, I felt his gaze roam over me as if he wanted to memorize every inch.

“Jesus…” he let out, in his underwear, hair wet, with an obvious bulge already between his legs.

“It’s the first time I’ve done this,” I confessed, shy.

He asked me to move the camera back so he could see me fully on the bed. I stretched out my legs, just to feel his eyes pinned on them.

“Close your eyes for a second,” he said, lowering his voice. “Imagine I’m next to you and I’m stroking you.”

I obeyed. There was something deliciously intimate about it: he touched me with words, with tone, and my skin responded as if it had been asleep for years. My cunt was throbbing with an intensity I didn’t remember.

“Take off the nightgown,” he ordered.

I let the silk fall. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my tits were exposed, the nipples hardening instantly as if they knew they were being watched. I caressed them with my fingertips, slowly, weighing them, pinching the nipples until a gasp escaped me. He pulled down his underwear without taking his eyes off me and his cock sprang out hard, stiff against his belly. He grabbed it at the base and began to masturbate slowly, showing it to me without shame.

“Take everything off,” he said in a rough voice.

I lowered my underwear slowly and turned in profile so he could see my ass, then spread my legs shamelessly, showing him my open, shiny cunt that was already begging for trouble. I felt unreal, as if I could hardly believe I was part of something like this.

“Show it to me properly. Separate the lips with your fingers,” he ordered, squeezing his cock.

I did as I was told. I slid two fingers down, opened my cunt like a flower in front of the camera, and let him see everything: the swollen clit, the wet entrance, all ready for him.

“Put them in,” he panted. “Put your fingers in and think it’s my cock.”

I sank them in to the knuckles in one go and let out a muffled moan. I started pumping them, first slowly and then faster, rocking my hips against my own hand, letting myself fall back against the headboard, panting, while I watched him yank his cock at the other end with a clenched fist and his breathing growing more and more ragged.

“I’d love for you to fuck me right now. To shove it all the way in and fuck me until I burst,” I murmured, spreading my legs farther as if he could get in through the screen. “I want it, Adrián, I want your cock inside me.”

“Slowly,” he answered, tense, his fist moving faster and faster. “Keep touching yourself. Show me your tits too.”

I took one hand to my chest and squeezed a nipple while the other kept working my cunt. I added a third finger and knew there was no room for anything else in there without his cock. I couldn’t go slowly. I pressed against myself with a force that almost wrecked me, imagining him on top of me crushing me into the mattress, and I came biting my lips, legs shaking and belly clenched, just as he emptied himself with a restrained groan and white spurts splashed his chest and belly. It took me a while to recover. After that, we only blew kisses at the camera, laughing like two accomplices, both of us soaked.

“See you tomorrow,” he said in the sweetest tone.

***

The next morning I took Bruno to camp. At the gate Dani, one of the monitors, was waiting for me, a cheeky twenty-something who was years away from even reaching Adrián’s age.

“You get prettier every day, ‘Bruno’s mom,’” he said.

“Your nose is going to grow, Pinocchio.”

Vanesa showed up with Hugo and, after dropping off the kids, she suggested coffee. As we walked, she stated the obvious.

“That boy doesn’t take his eyes off you, Marisa.”

“He’s a kid, he could be my son,” I laughed. “Nonsense.”

“You look fantastic. No one would guess you’re Bruno’s grandmother.”

I smiled without confirming anything. I already had my own young one waiting for me at home, with a cock that got hard just from seeing me walk through the door. I made my way back, bought a few things on the way, and arrived at one o’clock, ready to cook and enjoy some time alone. I didn’t make a sound so Adrián could keep studying, but soon I felt his hands on my waist.

“Hi, darling,” he squeezed me like a husband coming home from work, rubbing his bulge against my ass. “I missed you.”

He lifted me off the floor and sat me on the marble counter. He tore my legs open, ripped my panties off at the side, and dove between my thighs with a hunger that wasn’t desire, it was a gale. His tongue sank into my cunt at once, licking me from bottom to top, sucking my clit until I arched my back against the cold marble. He slipped in two fingers and curved them, searching for the spot he knew would drive me crazy, never stopping eating me with his mouth wide open.

“Fuck, the way you eat me out,” I panted, grabbing his hair and pressing him against my cunt.

I felt the orgasm climbing through my thighs and I didn’t want to come yet.

“Stop, stop. Let’s eat something and then continue in bed.”

He stood up with his mouth shining and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. We made a frugal lunch, both of us hungry for something else, devouring each other with our eyes over the plate, and then we went to my bedroom. Never my daughter’s bed: that had always been sacred territory.

I unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his underwear, and his cock sprang free, stiff, thick, with a clear drop already at the tip. I stroked his chest from top to bottom until I reached his cock, which trembled at my touch. I took him in my whole hand and began to jerk him off slowly, looking him in the eye.

“Last night I almost came to your room,” he murmured, his voice heavy.

“If you had come, I wouldn’t have been able to turn you away,” I answered, scratching his back with my free hand.

I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. All of it. Until I felt him at the back of my throat and had to breathe through my nose. I started sucking him, moving my head up and down, squeezing his balls with one hand, letting saliva run down the base. He grabbed my hair and set the rhythm, thrusting his hips against my face.

“Like that, fuck, like that, don’t stop…”

I pulled it out with a wet kiss on the tip and smiled up at him.

“Fuck me now. I can’t take it anymore.”

He laid me on my back, spread my legs until I was almost folded in half, kissed me without tenderness, all instinct, and his fingers found the exact spot without hurry, calculating where to press. Then he climbed on top of me and entered me in one firm motion, burying his entire cock to the balls. I let out a muffled cry. The world disappeared. There was no Ramón, no shadow of Lucía, no guilt. Only that cock filling me, sliding almost all the way out and slamming back in, harder each time. I put my legs over his back, opening myself fully, and each thrust carried me farther away from everything I knew. The sound of our bodies slamming together, wet, filthy, filled the room.

“Harder, harder, break me,” I begged him, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

He rammed me to the hilt again and again, his face buried in my neck, biting my shoulder. Then I decided to take the lead. I rolled him over with a shove, slipped out for a second with my cunt screaming emptiness, and positioned myself over him, guiding his cock until I impaled myself on it. I dropped down to the bottom in one stroke and let out a long moan while he arched his back.

“Now I’m the one fucking you, darling.”

I started riding him, setting the pace myself, rising and falling on his cock, rolling my hips when I had him inside, squeezing him with the muscles of my cunt. My tits were right at his mouth; when he went to catch them, I lifted them just a little, laughing, and he tugged my hair to bring them back down, devouring them, biting my nipples until I was panting. I bit his neck for no reason, drawing a groan from him, leaving him a mark Lucía would have to see when she got back. I felt like I owned his body.

“You like the way I ride you, son-in-law?” I asked, riding him slowly, taking him in at a slow burn, tightening my cunt around his cock.

“I love it, fuck, I love it,” he panted, voice breaking, grabbing my ass with both hands and guiding me.

I was drugged, not just by pleasure, but by power. I leaned down and whispered in his ear the thing I’d never have imagined saying.

“Had you ever imagined your mother-in-law riding you like this? With your cock all the way inside my cunt? Say it. Say you like fucking your mother-in-law.”

“You drive me fucking crazy. It turns me on that you’re my wife’s mother. It turns me on to fuck my mother-in-law,” he moaned, squeezing my ass in desperation. “Ride me, ride me harder.”

He could hardly say anything else. His hands clung to my hips desperately. The line we had crossed was so forbidden, so unthinkable, that the simple fact of doing it awakened a pleasure I had never felt. I accelerated, frantic, with my tits bouncing in my face, until I felt the contractions of orgasm seize me.

“I’m coming, I’m coming on your cock,” I warned, unable to hold it back.

“Me too, fuck, where do you want me to put it?”

“Inside. Inside, come inside me.”

He dug his fingers into my skin and thrust harder from below until he filled my cunt with hot semen in a shudder that left him undone. I felt every spurt inside me, burning me, and I came at the same time, squeezing his cock with my cunt’s contractions until I milked it dry. I collapsed on his chest, soaked, trembling, with his cock still inside me, pulsing.

“You’re wonderful,” he murmured, shattered, stroking my back.

I looked at the clock. Three-thirty. Not a minute to stay cuddled up: Bruno’s schedule was inflexible. I got up with weak legs and felt his cum trickling down my thighs.

“It pisses me off not being able to stay in your arms,” I complained.

“You’re a very dirty grandmother,” he said with a wink.

***

Two days before Lucía came back, Vanesa talked me into going out one night to a club in the port with the monitors. It was hard for me to say yes, but in the end I rummaged through my daughter’s wardrobe: a tight T-shirt and some trousers that flattered my figure. I lied to Adrián the way you lie to a husband.

“It’s a mothers’ get-together, Vanesa insists.”

“Have a good time,” he answered, kissing me only with his eyes in front of my friend. “I’m staying to study.”

The club was a world foreign to mine, full of much younger people. We had barely ordered our drinks when Dani and Marcos showed up.

“You look incredible,” Dani said in my ear.

I could hardly believe I was there, flirting with a twenty-five-year-old beside whom Adrián seemed like a mature gentleman. We danced. The restraint I had held on to evaporated with the music and the gin and tonic. In a corner, he brought his hands to my face with a look that announced the kiss. I didn’t stop him. It was slow, brief.

“You’ve got me crazy,” he whispered.

“If people see you with one of your boys’ grandmothers, you’ll get fired.”

“Technically you’re not his grandmother,” he smiled. “And you turn me on like hell. What I want is to fuck you.”

I got tired of that word. Was that all I inspired, lust? I slapped him, more for his manners than for the substance.

“Don’t talk to me like that. You’re rude.”

I walked off offended, looked for Vanesa, and told her I was leaving by taxi. Once in the car, calmer, I admitted my reaction had been exaggerated. It wasn’t an offense for a guy to tell you he desired you. What bothered me was his lack of tact, because he was letting himself be drawn in, and if he’d worked it better, maybe he would have managed it. Not that night, of course. But who knows later on.

I slipped into the house quietly, a little unsteady from the drink. Adrián and Bruno were asleep. Once in bed, I received an apology message from Dani and, far from calming down, I got turned on imagining him. Then I came up with a little wickedness. I lowered the lamp to the floor to create dim light, turned on my phone camera, and on my knees I slowly took off my T-shirt, freed my tits, stroked my nipples until they hardened, slid one hand down my belly, and put my middle finger into my cunt in front of the camera, filming myself with the sluttiest expression I could muster.

“Tonight I would’ve liked you to give me a good fucking. To fuck me until I came,” I told the camera, finger inside me, and sent it to Adrián with a kiss.

I hadn’t even been wrapped around the pillow for a few minutes when I heard the door.

“I can’t sleep either,” he said, coming in with his pajama pants already bulging.

“Have you lost your mind? Bruno could hear us. Go,” I begged, more out of obligation than desire.

“Didn’t you want me to fuck you?”

He came up to the bed with that smile of his, ready to collect the prize. When he stroked my neck and moved down to my tits, sucking one nipple through the nightgown until it soaked through, I was incapable of resisting. I went out for a moment to check that Bruno was still asleep, hugging his stuffed toy, and came back to lock the latch again.

“We have to hurry,” I urged, kneeling in front of him.

I yanked his pajama pants down and his cock sprang out, stiff, pointing at my face. I took it in both hands, stroked it until it fully woke up, and put it in my mouth, sucking with a delight I didn’t remember. I took it all the way in, feeling the tip touch the back of my throat, then pulled it out slowly, dragging my tongue along the underside vein. I licked his balls one by one while still working him with my hand, then went back and took him in again until I gagged. It was delicious to see how quickly he reacted, how his thighs tensed and he pressed my nape without meaning to.

“You’re so good at sucking cock, fuck,” he panted, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t wake the boy.

“Stroke me too,” I asked, pulling it out with a thread of saliva hanging from my lip, and I lay on my back, opening my legs so his fingers could roam freely.

He bent down and buried his tongue in my cunt, licking me from top to bottom, slipping it into my entrance while pinching my nipples. I came in his mouth almost without realizing it, biting the pillow so I wouldn’t scream, my whole body trembling in silence.

Without warning, he turned me over, put me on all fours at the edge of the bed, and positioned himself behind me.

“I’m going to fuck you without making a sound.”

I opened my ass for him myself, offering myself, not wanting to waste a minute. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing my cunt lips, soaking itself, and then sinking all the way in with one stroke. I covered my mouth with my hand so I wouldn’t cry out. He started pumping me from behind, holding my hips, pulling me back against his cock, silent, jaw clenched. Every thrust made my clit bump against the edge of the mattress. I fell into a trance. We mixed tender words with whispered filth, aware of the boy on the other side of the hallway.

“It’s all yours while your daughter’s still in Europe,” he murmured, giving my ass a smack. “This cunt is mine until Friday.”

“It’s yours, it’s yours, fuck it,” I moaned against the pillow. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be my queen.”

And it was true: he treated me like a queen, at least until the princess came back. I lay on top of him afterward, riding him again with the certainty that he wouldn’t give up, moving my hips in circles with his cock buried to the hilt, squeezing him with my cunt until I milked him dry. I felt him emptying inside me and myself unraveling at the same time, biting his shoulder to stifle my moan. Though I would’ve loved him to stay, I kicked him out of the bed with his cum dripping between my thighs and fell asleep, anesthetized.

***

The remaining days we organized like two fugitives in the same house. Sex at midday, in the shower with his cock driving me against the tiles and water raining over us, on the living-room sofa with the blinds down and me on all fours biting a cushion; at night, when Bruno was asleep, silent encounters that never went further, stroking each other until we both came by hand, him with his cock in my fist spraying over my belly, me with his fingers to the knuckles in my cunt. Every touch was a reminder that we shared a secret world that kept us alive. When I thought about my daughter, a knot of guilt tightened around me, but then I looked at him, saw his cock outlined under his trousers, and all I understood was desire and clandestine complicity. We made no promises. There was no future for that, only the present. Present and semen and soaked cunts.

On the last midday, to celebrate our final lunch alone, I made baked fish and opened a bottle of white wine. In the afternoon Lucía would land in Manises.

“It’s been the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said.

“It has for me too. Not just the sex. I’ve felt visible, seen, listened to. It had been years since anyone asked me what I thought.”

“What will you do when Ramón comes back?” he asked.

“I don’t know. A week ago, if someone had suggested something like this to me, I would have kicked them out. Now I can’t imagine living without it. Without your cock, without your mouth, without the way you look at me.”

“I hope you never tell Lucía about us,” I added, with a note of authority.

He held my gaze, and they say liars avoid it.

“I won’t. Never without your permission.”

When I went to pour myself another glass, I found the bottle empty. Alcohol pushes you to say things you would keep quiet when sober.

“You still owe me one last fuck,” I blurted.

“Just one?”

“The penultimate.”

We both laughed and, without getting up from our chairs, melted into a hungry kiss that erased the image of my daughter and my husband in one stroke. He lifted me, seated me on the table still set; a plate fell to the floor and shattered, a glass tipped over onto the tablecloth, and I felt that everything that had held my world together until then was collapsing too. We didn’t stop.

He yanked my panties off and threw them to the floor. He spread my legs over the table, swept the plates aside with his arm, and buried his face in my cunt one last time, licking me with desperation, driving his tongue into me until I writhed, soaking his chin with me. I grabbed his hair and pressed him against me until I came over his mouth, crushing his face between my thighs.

“Fuck me now, fuck me for the last time,” I begged, breathless.

He straightened up, pulled down his trousers, took out his already hard cock and drove it into me with one thrust, burying it to the hilt. I let out a cry that was smothered against his mouth. He started fucking me on my daughter’s dining table, grabbing my ass, pulling me toward him with every thrust, while the silverware trembled and another glass fell to the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles on his back, forcing him to sink deeper.

“Harder, all the way in, don’t hold anything back,” I moaned in his ear. “It’s the last one, give me everything.”

“I’m going to fill your cunt one last time, mother-in-law,” he panted, thrusting with rage.

“Yes, fill me, come inside me, I want to go away with your cum inside me when Lucía arrives.”

I bit his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream and came on his cock with the longest contractions of my life, squeezing him, milking him, until he unloaded inside me with a muffled groan against my neck, emptying himself completely, hot spurt after hot spurt that I felt all the way down in my belly. We stayed like that, locked together, trembling, soaked in sweat and wine, on top of the table where in a few hours Lucía would sit down to dinner.

For the first time in years, I discovered sex not as a routine but as a necessity. And as he took me on that sunlit table, with his semen still sliding between my legs, I knew that when, in a few hours, I welcomed Lucía with a mother’s hug and a smile, I would never again be able to be completely the dimmed woman who had arrived at that house a week earlier.