The Mother of My Classmate Chose Me That Night

I heard it by accident. That Tuesday afternoon I was stretching against the wall of the gym, headphones hanging around my neck and my mind somewhere else, when I heard Valeria’s voice less than three meters away. She was talking to her friend Gabriela by the changing rooms, in a low voice, but not as low as she thought. I caught every word.

She was talking about me.

She said she’d been watching me for weeks, that something about the way I moved around the gym had caught her attention from the first day. That she had thoughts she shouldn’t have. Her friend replied something I didn’t hear clearly, and Valeria laughed in a way that went straight to my chest. I grabbed my bag, went to the changing rooms, and stayed under cold water for five minutes trying to sort out my thoughts.

Valeria was maybe forty, though she wore it well. She was Andrea’s mother, my classmate in our final year. We ran into each other at the gym two or three times a week, and the greeting had never gone beyond a smile and a nod. That was all. But now that had changed all at once, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

That week I skipped school. I made up some excuse about having a cold, but the truth was I couldn’t focus on anything else. I was eighteen and had no real experience. The idea that a woman like that had noticed me put me completely out of my mind, and the more time passed, the harder it was to get that image out of my head. I jerked off every night thinking about her, three, four times a day, coming on my stomach while imagining her mouth, her tits, her cunt.

***

The message came on Saturday afternoon.

It was from an Instagram account I didn’t recognize at first. Just a direct text, no beating around the bush:

—Hi. It took me quite a while to find you, but here I am. This is my number, in case you want to write me. I’m Valeria.

I stayed frozen in front of the phone for a good while. I waited fifteen minutes before replying, even though in reality I wrote the answer in less than a minute.

—Hi, Valeria. What a surprise. I’d been wanting to talk to you since that afternoon at the gym.

—At last I can put a name to you, Marcos. I asked Andrea questions to track you down. I hope that doesn’t bother you.

—What kind of questions?

—I asked her if she liked any boy in her class. She showed me photos on her phone and you were one of them. From there it wasn’t hard.

I sank into my chair. I’d liked Andrea from the first month of term: she was smart, direct, one of the few people who could make any conversation seem interesting. The idea that she had named me to her mother when asked about boys stirred something inside me. But now I was talking to Valeria, and that conversation was going in a direction that brought up a strange mix of guilt and excitement I didn’t quite know how to handle.

—And the mother? —I typed, without thinking too much.

There was a pause. More than a minute. Then the message came.

—The mother too. And quite a lot. I’ve been soaking myself thinking about you, Marcos. About what your cock must be like. About how you’d fuck me if I let you.

My heart sped up. I got hard all at once reading it. I didn’t reply for a good while. She filled the silence.

—Tonight Andrea’s out with her friends until tomorrow. If you don’t have plans, you could come by the house. And find out.

I read it four times. Five. Then I read it once more.

—What time?

—Around nine. Text me when you’re at the door.

—I’ll be there.

***

That afternoon I showered twice and changed clothes three times. At seven, when I was putting on my shoes, a message from Andrea arrived.

—Marcos, you haven’t shown up to class all week. We’re going out for dinner as a group tonight and then for drinks. Coming?

I closed the message and stared at the wall for a moment.

—Can’t tonight, I’ve got dinner at home. Next week we’ll meet up and I’ll tell you about it, I promise.

—What a shame, I wanted to see you.

If she only knew I was going to fuck her mother that very night.

I left at half past eight. The night was cold and I walked with my hands in my pockets, mentally going over everything that could go wrong. There were too many things to count. I got to the street where she lived ten minutes early and walked slowly until I saw the house. The shutters were down and there was a light on at the back. The street was quiet. I took a deep breath a couple of times and wrote the message.

—I’m at the door.

The reply came immediately.

—There’s a large flowerpot to the left of the entrance. The keys are underneath. Open carefully and come straight to the back of the hallway. Quietly.

I found the keys where she said. I turned the lock slowly, pushed the door gently, and went in. The hallway was dim. It smelled of something I couldn’t identify, something warm that wasn’t exactly perfume. At the back, a sliver of light showed under a closed door.

I walked without making a sound. I stopped for a moment in front of the door, pushed it open with two fingers, and went in.

***

I wasn’t expecting what I found.

Valeria was standing in the middle of the room, completely naked. On the bed, lying on his back, there was a man with his wrists tied to the headboard with a black rope. He had a dark cloth blindfold over his eyes and his head slightly turned, as if he were trying to orient himself by sound alone. I didn’t need anyone to explain anything to me: it was her husband, Ernesto. He was naked too, with his cock hard against his stomach, the tip shining.

—You back already? —he asked softly, without moving.

—Give me a second —Valeria said, without taking her eyes off me.

She crossed the room toward me with slow, silent steps. Seeing her like that, in the flesh and from a meter away, was different from everything I’d imagined that week. Long, firm legs, a narrow waist, a smooth stomach, brown hair loose over her shoulders. Dark, hard nipples pointing upward. Between her thighs, her shaved cunt, with the lips slightly swollen and shining from how wet she already was. There was nothing artificial in her body or in the way she moved. She was direct and confident and completely aware of the effect she had. She took me by the arm and led me into the room gently but without hesitation.

I gave her husband a quick look: tied up, blindfolded, still, waiting. Then I looked at her. I couldn’t do anything else.

She came closer and kissed me without preamble, one hand on the back of my neck and the other flat against my chest. I responded as best I could. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She smelled good, like something clean with something denser underneath, the smell of a hot woman that made me hard instantly. I kissed her more slowly when she eased the pace, and she let me. Her tongue went into my mouth shamelessly, licking my lips, biting me very gently, and going back in.

My hands started exploring with more confidence. I found the curve of her hips, the firmness of her back, the softness of her skin. I slid my hands down to grab her ass and she let out a small moan against my mouth. I squeezed it hard, with both hands, and she pushed her hips against mine so I’d feel how hot she was. I moved one hand up and caught a breast. The nipple hardened even more between my fingers. I pinched it and she drew in a deep breath.

—Yes —she whispered—. Like that.

She let me do what I wanted but she controlled the pace. I didn’t lose track of the fact that her husband was three meters away on the bed, but it was hard to think clearly about that. It was hard to think about anything.

Suddenly she pulled away. She got down on her knees in front of me and unbuckled my belt with an efficiency that left me speechless. She yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one pull. My cock sprang up hard in front of her face. She looked at it for a second, smiled, and licked her lips.

—What a surprise —she murmured—. It’s beautiful.

And without pausing, she took the whole thing into her mouth.

No one had ever touched me like that in my life. I had no frame of reference for what I was feeling.

There was nothing tentative in the way she did it. It was direct, intense, completely focused. She sucked me all the way down, leaving nothing out, until I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Then she came back up slowly, licking every inch underneath, and went down again. Over and over. With one hand she grabbed my balls, rolling them in her palm, weighing them while she kept sucking. She used the other to jerk the base when she pulled her mouth off. I had to brace my back against the wall so I wouldn’t lose my balance. I tried to breathe steadily, which turned out to be pretty difficult. My hands were trembling slightly.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth for a moment, rested it against her cheek, and looked up at me through narrowed eyes.

—Do you like the way I suck it? —she whispered.

—Yes —I managed to say.

—Tell me. Tell me how the mother of your friend sucks your cock.

—You suck it fucking great —I said, my voice broken.

She smiled and took it back in, this time more slowly, looking me in the eyes the whole time. A little spit escaped from the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin onto her tits. The image hit me hard. When I felt I wasn’t going to last much longer, I put my hand on her shoulder to warn her. She stopped on her own, lifted her eyes to me with a calm expression I couldn’t quite read, and smiled.

—Not yet —she whispered—. I want it longer.

***

She stood up, went to the bed, and climbed on top of her husband. She settled her hips over his face with the precision of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing.

—I want you to use your tongue on me —she told him softly—. Take your time.

Ernesto obeyed without answering. He stuck out his tongue and buried it between her lips, looking for her clit. I could see everything from where I was: the tongue going in and out of Valeria’s pussy, her hips moving above it, rubbing herself against her husband’s mouth without the slightest shame. Valeria closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and found me in the dim light. She stretched out an arm toward me and motioned with her hand for me to come closer.

I moved up to the bed. She took my cock without stopping the gentle movement over Ernesto’s tongue. She started jerking me off to the rhythm of her own hips, squeezing hard, sliding her hand up and down. I was standing beside the mattress, looking at a scene I couldn’t believe I was actually living. Her husband’s cock was hard against his stomach, ignored, while his wife ate his mouth and jerked me off at the same time. It was the strangest and hottest thing of my eighteen years, and that covered everything.

—Suck my tits —she told me, her voice already strained—. Come here.

I leaned over her and took one nipple in my mouth. I licked it first, then bit it very gently, then sucked hard. She arched her back. I did the same with the other breast. I could feel the shudder running through her whole body. Ernesto kept working her with his tongue below, oblivious to what was happening above.

Valeria started moving with more rhythm. Her hips marked a beat that kept speeding up, slow at first and then more urgent. One hand was braced on her husband’s chest and the other never let go of my cock, squeezing it harder as her own pleasure rose. The only source of light in the room was a small lamp on the bedside table, and in that half-dark everything had a different weight.

—I’m going to come —she whispered, almost to herself—. Oh, I’m going, I’m going, I’m going.

She reached the end with her body tense and her mouth tight, making almost no sound. Just one long held breath that escaped between her teeth, and a tremor that ran through her thighs pressed against Ernesto’s cheeks. She stayed still for a few seconds. The only noise was the breathing of the three of us. She was squeezing my cock so hard it almost hurt, and I liked it.

—You do it so well —she murmured, her eyes still closed, to him.

She got off the bed slowly. The insides of her thighs were still shining. She took me to the wall farthest from the bed, gently pushed me back until I felt the cold paint on my spine, and knelt for the second time.

This time it was different. Without the urgency of the beginning, without the earlier frantic rhythm. She licked the tip first, playing with her tongue around the glans, tasting the drop of fluid that had gathered there. Then she ran down the underside vein, licking me all the way to my balls. She took them into her mouth one after the other, sucking them gently while she kept jerking me with her hand. She came back up, this time taking my cock all at once, all the way down, to the bottom.

She took as long as she wanted. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes and stopped trying to control anything. She set the pace, going up and down, tightening her lips when she came off, relaxing her throat when she took me in. I could feel her swallowing with my cock inside her. I could feel her breathing through her nose so she wouldn’t pull away. Every time she came off my cock she gave the tip a quick kiss and went back down.

—I’m going to come —I warned her, my voice broken—. I can’t hold it anymore.

When I couldn’t hold it any longer I put my hand on her shoulder to warn her again. She didn’t stop. She sped up. She started moving faster, sucking harder, her tongue working underneath, her hand at the base jerking me in time with her mouth. I came inside her. One long spurt, then another, then another, straight into her throat. My legs shook. She stayed where she was until the end, with my cock inside her, swallowing everything. Then she pulled off slowly, not letting a single drop fall, looked me in the eyes for a moment, and swallowed one last time without looking away. She opened her mouth to show me it was empty. It was the most unexpected image of the whole night. Then she gave me a quick kiss at the corner of my mouth and stood up.

—Get dressed —she whispered in my ear—. And thank you.

She turned back toward the bed without waiting for an answer.

—I’m here now, baby —she told her husband—. I made you wait too long.

—Too long —he confirmed, impatience in his voice.

I buckled my belt in silence while Valeria climbed on top of Ernesto. I watched her kiss him, letting him taste in his mouth what she had just done with me. Then I watched her grab his cock, put it at the entrance of her cunt, and drop all the way down in one motion. Ernesto moaned for the first time all night. She started moving on top of him, riding him with the same calm she had used for everything else. Before leaving I touched her shoulder briefly, a gesture that didn’t mean anything specific but that I needed to make. She answered with a light pressure of her fingers on my hand, without turning her head, without stopping moving on her husband. Then I crossed the room and closed the door quietly.

***

In the hallway I leaned against the wall with my eyes closed for a moment. My legs still weren’t quite responding properly. I took several deep breaths, then opened the front door carefully, left the keys in the flowerpot where I’d found them, and went out into the street.

The cold hit me in the face all at once. I walked slowly home, hands in my pockets, going over everything that had happened in the last hour in order. Valeria’s voice at the gym, not knowing I was listening. The Instagram message. The surprise in the room. Her husband tied up and blind three meters away while she decided how to use the night. Her mouth swallowing me to the last drop.

It was a story I was never going to be able to tell anyone.

I never would have imagined my first time would be like that. But as I walked through the empty streets, with the cold hitting my face and my thoughts still tangled, the only thing I could think was that I wanted there to be a second time. And that next time I’d ask to fuck her all the way.