The Mature Renata and the Lesson from Her Young Lover

The blow rang out dry against her skin and spread through the whole house, escaping from the kitchen into the darkened living room. Renata let out a stifled moan, lifted one leg, and moved her hips, as if that might somehow distribute the burn Darío’s palm had just left on her right cheek. She was bent over the counter, her chest pressed against the cold surface and her cheek against the marble.

He was holding her by the hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her spine. Her round, firm ass made her waist look even slimmer. The short skirt, modest until a moment ago, had ridden up her thighs. The half-open blouse revealed the edge of her bra and the swell of her breasts.

—Don’t move —he said quietly—. I’m not done yet.

Renata bit her lower lip. At forty-four, she thought she knew herself, thought she knew exactly what aroused her and what didn’t. But this man, almost fifteen years younger than she was, had found a door even she didn’t know she had.

His hand came down again. The blows were hard, measured, evenly spaced. She pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t cry out, and her eyes grew glassy, on the verge of tears. But the tears didn’t come. Much stronger was the pleasure of feeling dominated, of being in that position with her cunt soaking and the certainty that he would notice it the moment he wanted to check.

The dimness of the living room and the little light spilling from the kitchen hood made the atmosphere denser, hotter. Darío pulled her hair again, fixed her gaze on the ceiling, and dealt her another string of slaps: ten on the right cheek, ten on the left, without giving her time to recover. When he saw that she didn’t protest, that she was yielding to the punishment, he let go of her hair.

Renata let her forehead drop onto her arms, hiding her face. He moved behind her, brushed her ass with the bulge tightening his pants, and slowly hiked her skirt up until he had it bunched around her waist. He took the thong at the sides and lowered it centimeter by centimeter, sliding it down her legs to her ankles, until he pulled it off completely.

He spread her reddened cheeks with both hands and looked at her without rushing.

—Look at how you are —he murmured.

He started running one finger over the lips of her cunt, barely brushing her clit. He checked how wet she was and kept going, slowly, as if he were drawing, first coaxing soft moans from her and then a ragged breath. Renata parted her legs, gave him room, completely abandoned. His fingers disappeared inside her and she rocked her hips, searching for the rhythm, lifting one knee as if she wanted to hold off the pleasure before its time.

He turned her to face him, sat her on the edge of the counter, and kept going, now working her clit with his thumb while two fingers went in and out. Renata’s legs closed around his hand when she felt the orgasm approaching. It came hard, blind, and left her trembling, her thighs clenched and a warm spurt escaping between her lips.

***

Calm returned to her little by little. She half opened her eyes, fixed her stare ahead, and made out a silhouette at the top of the stairs that she didn’t recognize at first. Before she could focus, Darío took a ball gag with straps out of his bag and fitted it into her mouth. When he stepped away, she looked again toward the upstairs corridor and then she knew: it was a familiar silhouette, far too familiar.

Renata’s eyes flew wide open and she tried to wriggle free. Darío held her firmly, put her back against him again, and gave her a couple more slaps on the ass. She babbled against the gag, trying to warn him about what she was seeing, but he leaned in over her ear.

—I knew it from the second slap —he told her—. She’s seen enough already. It makes no difference if she sees the end.

My daughter. She’s watching.

Camila was twenty-two, still living in the house while she finished her degree, and she was supposed to be asleep that night. Renata couldn’t get a word out. Her eyes filled with tears, pleading, but it wouldn’t help.

Darío started stripping off the rest of her clothes. He pulled her blouse over her head, unclasped her bra, and threw it away. He left her with the stockings reaching her thighs and her high heels, nothing else, indecently exposed. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down to mid-thigh, and turned for a moment toward the stairs, showing his erection to the young woman watching from the shadow of the wall, convinced her mother hadn’t discovered her.

He returned to Renata. He tapped his cock against her ass a couple of times and then rubbed it at the entrance to her cunt. For a second she forgot they were being watched; she only wanted to feel him inside her. When she remembered Camila, she thought the desire would go out of her, but the opposite happened.

He entered her at once, halfway, and ordered her to finish taking him in herself, to move. Renata obeyed, pushing back until she was completely filled, and began a rocking motion with her hips, turning first, then pulling back. Darío understood right away what she liked and started fucking in and out, wrenching muffled cries from her against the gag.

Another orgasm hit her, brutal, and before she could react he changed openings and shoved into her ass. Renata went rigid, tried to protest, but half of him was already inside, forcing its way into that tight hole. Her cheeks spread around the thick cock, shaken by the spasms of pleasure.

***

He pumped her like that for a good while. Then he took her hands behind her back, bringing them together, showing her who was in charge. From his bag he took out a length of tape and immobilized them. The family mother was left gagged, subdued, and tied at the wrists, bent over the counter of her own kitchen.

Each time he pulled out completely, Renata’s anus remained open for an instant before closing. He arched her all the way, pressed her breasts flat against the marble, spread her legs, and wrapped them with tape to the legs of the counter, leaving her motionless, at the mercy of whatever he decided.

Then Darío disappeared. Renata called for him in grunts, shook her head from side to side, searching for him with her eyes. When he came back, he had a surprise: he had gone to get Camila.

The young woman came downstairs stunned, obeying that man, wearing a shorts-and-T-shirt pajama set that hinted at a body already fully formed, an adult woman’s body. Renata, eyes bulging, shook her head, groaning against the gag, trying to say that her daughter did not belong in this game. She would never have imagined it: neither that she was watching, nor that he would bring her down.

Darío placed her in front of Renata and stood behind the girl. He slipped his hands under her T-shirt and squeezed her nipples. Camila fell silent. She didn’t reject him; she only shuddered at the feel of those hands. He lowered one hand to the young woman’s cunt, checked that she was drenched, and showed Renata his wet fingers, without a word.

—She’s been watching you for a while —he said at last—. She was already like this when I went up.

He started massaging Camila’s clit, and she leaned forward, feeling the same pleasure her mother had felt minutes before. He fingered her without her resisting, while Renata, tied and immobile, could do nothing but watch. A tremor in the young woman’s legs announced a strong orgasm; Darío held her suspended without taking his hand away until it passed.

***

Then he stripped her naked. He took off her shorts and bent her over the counter, in front of her mother, and began running his cock along her cunt. Camila was loving it: she moved her hips, seeking that contact just as Renata had done. He started easing into her slowly, carefully, not even all the way in, and the young woman opened her mouth, searching for air, her eyes closed. Facing her, her mother watched; she knew her daughter was getting off, because she knew that pleasure.

Camila came quickly, twisting, moaning. When she was done, Darío pulled out of her and went back to Renata’s ass, sliding in now without effort. Renata surrendered to the pleasure of feeling full, and through her moans she thought she heard him say something about leaving her well lubricated, because Camila’s next turn would be in the same place.

The young woman opened her eyes, alarmed: he hadn’t even gotten all of it into her cunt, how was that supposed to fit? Renata, meanwhile, was getting close again and came, her legs trembling, juices running down her thighs.

Darío brought Camila over next to her mother, made her climb onto a chair, and put her on all fours. He worked her ass with his tongue first, then with a finger, slowly, letting her yield to the touch. The mother, unable to see, could only hear her daughter’s moans. The first attempt at penetration made her scream in pain; Renata shook her head, pleading with her eyes for him to stop. He alternated, pushing his cock into the young woman’s cunt and then returning to her ass to lubricate her, gaining ground little by little, while Camila bit her lip. It was her first time there.

When he managed to get in a little, he lifted her from the chair and laid her over Renata’s back. The mother felt her daughter’s hard breasts against her spine. Looking for a comfortable height, Darío plunged back into Renata’s ass for a while, pulling out and in Camila, noticing the difference between the two bodies.

The young woman let out a scream that was heard all over the house. Tears burst from her, just like her mother’s, while he, crazed, ignored the pleas. When he felt he was going to come, he sank all the way into Camila and released the first spurts; then he pulled out and left the rest inside Renata. He left them both like that, defeated, and sat in a chair to contemplate what he had caused.

***

Camila got up on her own, holding her ass to try to ease the pain, and sank down into one of the living-room sofas. Darío, recovered by then, untied Renata and removed the gag.

The moment she felt free, she slapped him across the face. Her eyes were blazing with rage. But he slapped her back, hard, and Renata staggered. He grabbed her by the hair, got her to her feet, took her to the sofa, and bent her over his lap, lashing her ass again without mercy.

—I’m your man —he kept repeating—. I’m the one in charge.

Against all expectations, Renata became docile. She felt anger, yes, but the pleasure was greater. Feeling humiliated aroused her, and only now did she understand it fully. She didn’t say it out loud, but she felt it.

When he finished punishing her, he put her on her knees on the rug and ordered her to suck him, and to invite her daughter to do the same. Renata obeyed. And so mother and daughter, kneeling in front of that man, shared the same mouth, the same desire, with a skill they had not expected of themselves. He came over both of their lips and faces, marking them, while Renata thought that that night she had lost something and, at the same time, found something she would no longer be able to extinguish.

Darío dressed slowly and left the house with a triumphant smile. Behind him he left a woman desired by many, conquered by few, and now also his daughter.