The Mother of My Classmate Kept Me Up at Night

It all began on Valeria’s birthday afternoon.

I arrived late, as always. When I got into the apartment, the party was already winding down: the music was playing low, the bottles were half empty, and the living room smelled like a mix of perfume and tobacco. Valeria was in the kitchen with two friends and waved from a distance, pointing for me to help myself to whatever I wanted. I went down the hall looking for the bathroom.

The hallway was dark. I moved forward without thinking, saw light under a half-open door, and stopped. I shouldn’t have stopped. But I did.

Elena was kneeling in front of her husband. Roberto had his eyes closed and one hand braced against the doorframe. The other was tangled in her hair, not pushing, just resting there, as if it were a weight he could no longer hold up. Elena had his cock all the way in her mouth. She drew it out slowly, letting a thread of saliva hang from her lip, then took it back into her mouth to the hilt with a slowness that made it look even more obscene. She gripped the base with her right hand, turned it slightly, and ran her tongue along the underside, from his balls to the tip, before swallowing it again. She did it with a calm that had nothing to do with any image I’d ever imagined until then. Measured, precise, utterly in control of what she was doing. I watched Roberto’s stomach tighten, his jaw clench, the rhythm of his breathing falter, and she kept him there, on the edge, not letting him cum yet.

I slipped away in silence. My heart was pounding in my throat and my cock was hard inside my trousers.

That was the first time I really saw Elena. Not as my classmate’s mother, not as the woman who brought us water when we studied at Valeria’s place. But as she truly was.

I went back to the living room, sat in the first empty seat I found, and drank two beers back to back. I couldn’t get her out of my head all night.

***

A few days later I got a message from an unknown number.

—Hi, Rodrigo. This is Elena, Valeria’s mother. Do you have a minute?

My stomach clenched tight. I didn’t know whether she had found out I’d seen her that night or whether it was something else. I told her yes.

—Roberto is at work and Valeria has gone to the gym. If you don’t have anything to do, you could stop by the house for a moment. I need to ask you a favor.

There was no favor. We both knew it. But I went anyway.

Elena opened the door wearing a sleeveless blouse and her hair loose over her shoulders. She was a woman in her forties with a figure that had nothing to envy and a way of looking at you that made it clear she was in control of the situation before it even began. She smiled without a trace of nervousness, as if receiving her daughter’s friend were the most natural thing in the world.

—Come in, I don’t bite —she said.

Lie.

She had me sit on the sofa. She sat beside me, closer than necessary. She smelled of something soft, citrusy. She asked me if I knew what I’d seen that night in the hallway.

—Yes —I said.

—And what did you do?

—I left.

She nodded slowly. Then she looked at me in a way no woman had ever looked at me before and said:

—And what if you don’t leave now?

I didn’t leave.

She dropped to her knees in front of me with the same calm she did everything with. She opened my pants without asking, pulled the zipper down with two fingers, and tugged the fabric down until my cock was free. It was already hard, pointing at her face, and she spent a few seconds looking at it as if she were measuring it. She took my face in one hand before starting, just to look at me for a moment. As if checking something. She smiled.

—Stay still —she said—. Let me do it.

The first thing was her tongue. She licked me from base to tip, very slowly, flattening her tongue against the vein that runs along the underside. She repeated the same movement three times before taking just the head into her mouth and closing her lips around it, sucking with a soft, steady pressure. I felt her tongue twist inside, how it circled the head, how it paused just under the crown and pressed. She never took her eyes off mine.

Then she went lower. She took more than half my cock into her mouth, unhurried, and when she reached the back of her throat she stayed there for a few seconds, swallowing around it, letting her throat squeeze me. Then she came back up, little by little, and left me outside only to kiss the tip again with her lips parted. A strand of saliva hung from the corner of her mouth. She caught it with her thumb and brought it to her mouth without breaking eye contact.

—You’re not going to last long —she said—. It shows.

She took me in again and this time found a steady rhythm, going up and down with her mouth while her hand squeezed what wouldn’t fit inside and twisted it the opposite way, as if she were winding two different parts of me at once. What she did after that was slow and precise: a combination of tongue and pressure and pause unlike anything I’d ever imagined. Every time I felt myself getting close, she noticed before I did and eased off, pulled me out of her mouth, gave the head a wet kiss, and waited a few seconds before taking me in again. There was no urgency on her part. She knew exactly what she was doing and she did it without haste.

When she finally decided to let me finish, she suddenly picked up the pace, closed her lips tighter, and didn’t take me out of her mouth even when my breathing warned her. I came inside. I felt every spasm hit her tongue, her palate, and she kept sucking until the very last drop, swallowing everything so nothing escaped. When I finished, she straightened up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and smiled.

—You’re very quiet —she said.

—I’m processing —I replied.

She laughed. It was the first time I heard her laugh for real, and it was genuine, unforced laughter.

I left before Valeria got back from the gym. In the elevator, with my legs still a little weak, I was already thinking about when I could go back.

***

Several days went by without Elena giving any sign of life. Long enough for me to start wondering whether it had been a mistake for her, whether she’d thought better of it, whether that afternoon had been all there was between us.

At school, Valeria asked me why I was so distracted. I told her I’d had a weird week. That we’d had a family gathering. That nothing important.

—You should have gone out with us on Thursday. We had such a good time.

—I know. Next time.

—The coffee you owe me is still on, right?

I’d promised her coffee a few weeks earlier, when I’d made up an excuse not to meet the group. Now she was reminding me with that smile of hers that was hard to ignore.

—This weekend, if you want —I said.

—Perfect.

Ever since I’d been with her mother, I wasn’t afraid at all to talk to girls. I felt different, as if something had been reset inside me without asking my permission.

Then, on a Tuesday afternoon, while I was taking notes without paying attention, Elena’s message arrived.

—Roberto is out with friends. Valeria is at a classmate’s house. I’m alone at home.

I wrote back before I even finished reading it.

—Do you want me to come?

It took her a few minutes to reply. The longest minutes of the week.

—Not yet. It’s too risky. But I want to see you another way tonight.

I didn’t understand until the video call rang.

She was in the bedroom. She was wearing a black lace lingerie set, bra and thong, and standing in front of the camera letting me look without rushing. The room light came from one side, outlining her, drawing the shadow between her tits and a darker one between her thighs.

—Do you like what you see? —she asked.

I tried to say something coherent. I didn’t quite manage it.

—Do you want me to keep going? —she said.

—Take everything off.

She undressed slowly, with the same calm she did everything with. First the top. She reached behind her back, unclasped the bra, and let it fall to the floor without taking her eyes off the camera. Her tits were big, round, with dark nipples already hard. She took them in both hands, squeezed them, pinched her nipples, and let out a small moan on purpose, just for me. Then she turned, slowly, so I could see every angle. Her back arced down into a high, firm ass, and the thong disappeared between her cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination. When she was down to just the thong, she turned back to the camera and waited.

—Your turn now —she said.

I took out my cock. It had been rock hard since before she even started undressing. I started stroking myself while she didn’t take her eyes off the screen.

—Like that —she said softly—. Slowly. Let me see it properly.

I straightened the phone so she had a full view, from my stomach to my balls, and I gripped the base, moving my hand up and down very slowly. The tip was already shining.

—What a delicious cock —she said—. If I were there I’d suck it again. I’d take it all the way in. Do you remember how I sucked you?

—I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.

—I haven’t been able to get the taste out of my mouth either.

She pulled the thong off by one side and let it drop, then lay back on the bed. She spread her legs toward the camera without a shred of shame. Her pussy was shaved and already glistening, the lips swollen. She started touching herself without taking her eyes off me, with a confidence that got me harder than anything else. First she ran two flat fingers over it, up and down, spreading her wetness. Then she opened her lips with one hand and used the other to circle her clit, faster and faster. She pushed her fingers in to the knuckles, pulled them out shining, and with the same hand rubbed her lips, as if she wanted to make sure I saw exactly what she was doing. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them one by one.

—I want you here —she said—. I want you on top of me. I want you to fuck me all the way in.

—I want that too. I’m imagining I’m fucking you right now.

—Tell me how.

—From behind. Face down on the pillow. Me pulling your hair.

She gave a short, low laugh.

—Soon enough. Be patient.

She got out of bed, disappeared out of frame, and came back with a long, dark vibrator. She turned her back to the camera, braced her knees and hands on the mattress, leaned forward, and let me see exactly what I’d been imagining for days: her ass lifted, her pussy lips spread between her thighs, and her back hole perfectly visible. She ran the vibrator over her pussy first, wetting it with her own arousal, and then started pushing it in very slowly. I watched it enter centimeter by centimeter, watched her lips stretch around it, watched her drop her head to the mattress when it hit the end.

She started using it slowly, in and out, then faster, and the sounds she made came through the speaker clearly. The wet slaps, the broken breathing, the moans she was no longer trying to hold back. She didn’t stay quiet, didn’t hold back.

—It’s huge —she said, her voice half broken—. But I prefer yours. Yours I like better.

—Keep going.

—Tell me you’re going to cum.

—Almost.

—Me too. Wait. Wait, I want it to be at the same time.

She sped up the vibrator and with her other hand started rubbing her clit at the same time. I squeezed harder, moving my hand on my cock in the same rhythm she was working the vibrator, and when I saw her arch her back and bury her face in the mattress to muffle the cry, I couldn’t hold out much longer either. I came over my own stomach, and she asked me through the speaker to show her, so I straightened the camera and showed her the mess. She laughed with her breath still catching.

—Too bad I don’t have it here —she said—. I would’ve cleaned it with my tongue.

When we were both done, she lay there in silence for a few seconds. Then she said she needed to shower before anyone got home, that we’d done very well, that next time would be different.

I hung up and lay staring at the ceiling for a long while.

I changed the subject in my next message. I asked if she knew I’d made plans with Valeria to get a drink on Saturday.

—That’s very nice —she replied—. Classmates getting together.

—No, it’s just the two of us.

There was a pause before her answer.

—Are you going to fuck my daughter?

The question took my breath away.

—I don’t know. We’re just friends.

—She likes you. More than you think.

—And would that bother you?

—I can’t ask you for anything, Rodrigo. I’m with Roberto.

—But right now I only have eyes for you.

—I know. And that’s why be careful.

I didn’t answer anything else that night. There was no need.

***

Valeria got to the café before I did. She was sitting at a table in the back, away from the counter, wearing a dark skirt and a thin strappy blouse. She stood when she saw me come in, and the two kisses we exchanged lasted a second longer than usual.

—Finally alone —she said as she sat down.

—I’ve been wanting to talk more quietly with you. Impossible in class.

We ordered coffee and talked about unimportant things for a while. About a teacher we both found unbearable, about a movie neither of us had seen yet, about plans for the summer. Valeria was easy to talk to. She always had been.

At some point the conversation turned more personal.

—Do you have someone? —she asked, looking straight at me.

—No. And you?

—Me neither. I’ve been without anything for a long time. It’s like starting over from zero.

—I feel kind of the same —I said. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

—You’re very handsome —she said all of a sudden. Without lowering her voice, without beating around the bush.

I blushed before I could stop myself.

—That was a compliment, don’t make that face.

She leaned toward me. Then she kissed me directly, without warning: a short, exploratory kiss. She pulled back to look at me and kissed me again, this time more slowly, sliding her tongue in. I kissed her back. Her lips were soft and she smelled like something floral I couldn’t identify. We stayed like that for a while until she pulled back a centimeter.

—I haven’t fucked much —she said—. I’m not very experienced with sex and all that.

—I’m not exactly a veteran either —I said. And it was almost completely true: I had never gone all the way with anyone.

What happened next happened gradually. Valeria slipped her hand under the table without anyone in the café being able to see, undid a button on my pants with a deftness that contradicted what she’d just told me, and started touching me. I was hard again, and she pulled my cock out of my underwear just enough to wrap her hand around it and start jerking me very slowly, her thumb catching the bead already shining at the tip. I slipped my hand between the folds of her skirt and found she had nothing on underneath. She was already hot and wet, and when my fingers brushed her she muffled a small sound against my shoulder. I ran my middle finger between her lips, up and down, and then pushed it inside. She squeezed her thighs around my hand and bit her lip.

She pulled her hand out, looked at it for a second, and licked her fingers clean without taking her eyes off me.

—Let’s go to the bathroom —she said.

We went to the back of the place. There weren’t many people and nobody paid us any attention.

Inside the bathroom, with the door closed, she took off her skirt. She had long legs and a firm body, the kind of body that really does work out. Her tits were small but perfectly proportioned, with pink nipples dotted from the cold, and a flat stomach. She stripped me faster than I expected, and when she saw my cock hard and pointing at her she dropped to her knees without thinking. She took it into her mouth as far as it would go, clumsy but eager, and sucked me for seconds that were longer than I should have been able to take. When she pulled it out, her chin wet, she looked up at me from below.

—Fuck me now.

I sat on the edge of the toilet and she climbed on top. She took my cock in her hand, lined it up between her pussy lips, and came down hard, impaling herself on it all at once. We both let out our breath at the same time. That feeling of entering someone for the first time was impossible to describe. It was everything at once: heat, pressure, and movement. She was so tight I could feel every millimeter squeezing me, and when she started moving it was like being milked from the inside. She started moving before I could say anything, at a pace that kept picking up. I took her tits in both hands, put one nipple in my mouth and sucked while she went up and down, kissed her, put my hands on her hips and let her set whatever rhythm she wanted.

—Spread my ass and put a finger in me —she whispered in my ear.

I parted her cheeks with one hand and used my middle finger to find her back hole. It was tight, but I pushed it in slowly, and she let herself be opened without protest. When my finger went in to the knuckle she started moving even faster, with my cock inside her and my finger inside her at the same time, and I could feel the wall between the two tightening with every thrust. That pushed both of us right to the edge in a way I hadn’t expected. I couldn’t stop even if I’d wanted to.

—I want you to fuck me standing up —she said—. At the sink.

She stood in front of the mirror, hands braced on the sink’s edge, legs slightly apart and her ass pushed back. I got behind her. I slid my cock between her cheeks first, rubbing it against the slit, wetting it with her own moisture, and then I slowly worked it into her pussy, pushing little by little all the way in. She let out a long moan and dropped her head. I grabbed her hips with both hands and started moving. The mirror gave us back the image of both of us and Valeria looked at herself from there with half-lidded eyes, mouth open, watching herself as she was getting fucked. I started slowly and sped up as her breathing got shorter and her hands clutched harder at the edge. Her ass sounded every time my hips struck hers, and in the mirror I could see her tits moving with each thrust.

I brought one hand around to the front and found her clit. I started rubbing it while I kept fucking her from behind. With my other hand I took her hair, wrapped it around my fist, and tugged her back slightly, like I’d imagined in the video call with Elena. Valeria let out a sharp moan, unable to control it, and then bit her arm to swallow the next one.

—Don’t stop —she said—. Don’t stop now that I’m about to cum.

Her body tightened all at once, she let out a sound she tried to hold in between her teeth, and I felt her cunt close around me in waves, squeezing me, pushing me out and taking me back in. I kept going a few seconds longer, forced through the contractions, and when I couldn’t hold out anymore I pulled out and finished jerking off over her. I shot my load on the small of her back, in the hollow just above her ass, one long burst and then two smaller ones. It dripped between her cheeks.

We looked at each other in the mirror. She smiled first. She ran two fingers through the cum on her back, spread it well, and brought them to her mouth without taking her eyes off me.

We got dressed in silence, both of us still breathing hard. Before opening the door, she leaned toward my ear.

—Next time I want to swallow it all —she said.

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I kissed her on the cheek.

When we left, two customers at the counter looked at us with that expression of people who know exactly what just happened but prefer not to say a word. Valeria walked past them without blinking, with the same naturalness she had walking into a room.

We ordered another coffee. Talked a little longer. Said goodbye at the subway entrance with a long kiss.

***

That night, lying in bed, I thought about Valeria. About what had happened in that bathroom. About how easy everything had been with her, how good it had felt, how she’d bitten her arm so she wouldn’t scream.

And then, inevitably, I thought about Elena.

About her calm. About her hands. About the way she had looked at me before dropping to her knees the first time, as if checking something she already knew in advance. About one mouth and the other. About the mother swallowing me down to the last drop and the daughter not yet.

I still couldn’t get her out of my head.

I suspected that wasn’t going to change for a long time.