Threesome with My Stepmother and the Park Dealer

I always knew I liked men. It was never a drama in my house, and that made the hardest years easier to bear, especially after my mother’s death. My father went dark for a while, and so did I. When he finally started dating again, a woman appeared who turned everything upside down.

I’ll call her Mara. She was tall, with a firm body, a big ass, medium-sized tits, and a way of walking that made everyone turn to look at her. It wasn’t just the tattoos or the tight clothes; it was the shameless way she held people’s gaze, as if she enjoyed being watched.

I disliked her from the start. Not out of jealousy or morality. I simply didn’t like seeing her installed in my father’s life as if she had always belonged there. He was quiet, calm, slow-moving. She was noise, smoke, cleavage, loud laughter, and legs crossed far too wide on the living-room sofa.

By then I was already smoking weed often. My supplier was Darío, a dark-skinned Colombian, broad-shouldered, with well-defined arms and a deep voice. He wasn’t exactly handsome, but he had that combination of streetwise confidence and danger that completely undid me.

The first time he brought an order to the house, he stayed chatting longer than necessary. The second time, he came into my room. The third time, he looked at my mouth while I paid him, gave me a crooked smile, and said:

—You look like you suck good.

All the blood rushed straight to my crotch. I didn’t answer. I just locked the bedroom door. He sat in the chair, spread his legs, and beckoned me with two fingers.

—Come here, pretty boy.

That was how it all started. On my knees between his legs, fumbling with his pants and smelling the weed, sweat, and streets clinging to his clothes. When I pulled out his cock, I stared at it a second too long. It was thick and heavy, with taut skin and a broad head, already half-hard before I had even touched it properly.

—What happened? —he teased—. Did you get scared?

I shook my head and ran it over my lips. He grabbed my hair immediately. Not hard at first, just enough to set the pace. I sucked him slowly, wetly, feeling him harden completely in my mouth. His breathing grew shorter. I was already so horny it hurt.

He pushed it deeper with his hand on the back of my neck. I gagged and saliva spilled from the corner of my mouth, but I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, I opened wider and let him fuck my face while he whispered filthy things to me.

—That’s it, swallow it... yeah, what a good little mouth... you look like a whore on her knees.

He came down my throat that first time. He made me swallow every last drop, spat on my tongue, and kissed me right afterward, mixing my saliva with his come. I should have run. Instead, I began waiting for him every week with greater anticipation.

It went on like that for months. Sometimes it was just quick blowjobs before he continued on his route. Other times, entire afternoons smoking with the window open while I finished on my knees and he used my mouth until he came. Then came the first time he penetrated me.

It was one night when I was home alone. As soon as he came in, he kissed me against the wall, pulled down my pants, and shoved two fingers coated in spit inside me without any gentleness. I moaned louder than I expected, and he loved it.

—Relax that ass —he ordered—. Or I’ll open it anyway.

He opened me. First with his fingers, rummaging around until he found the exact spot that made me tremble. Then with the tip of his cock, pushing slowly for only a moment, just long enough for me to relax. On the next thrust he buried almost all of it in me and tore a cry from my throat.

He fucked me on the bed, then with me bent over the desk, then against the bathroom door. He licked my ass with a rough, hungry tongue, spanked me until I burned for hours, and made me come without barely touching me, using only the pounding of his hips and the brutal pressure of his cock sliding in and out.

I got hooked. I didn’t care whether he slept with women, other men, or whoever. Whenever he texted to say he was passing nearby, I was already wet with need, even though I didn’t have a pussy, only an ass desperate to feel him again.

Then Mara moved into the house permanently.

Living with her became a strange kind of torture. I was gay, yes, but I wasn’t blind. She walked around in leggings so tight they showed everything. She bent over in front of me wearing short tops and no bra, pretending not to notice how her tits moved. Sometimes she asked me some pointless question from the kitchen just so she could lean against the counter, one knee bent, mouth half open, smoking in secret.

Rumors that she was cheating on my father soon began to circulate. I didn’t want to get involved. I had enough trouble hiding my own encounters with Darío. But one afternoon she suddenly asked me whether I smoked. I told her bluntly. Instead of getting angry, she laughed and told me how to disguise the smell so my father wouldn’t notice.

That was when I realized she smoked secretly too. Days later, I found a half-used joint on her nightstand. I said nothing. I just began looking at her differently. Like someone living a parallel life inside the same house.

The night I discovered who she was sleeping with, everything came together in the worst possible way.

I had run out of joints and went to the park where Darío usually hung around. He wasn’t in his usual spot. I walked toward a darker area near some trees, where he sometimes closed quick deals or fucked someone. At first I saw only a male back moving violently. Then I heard the moans.

I didn’t need to see her face to recognize Mara’s voice.

She was bent against a low wall, her skirt raised to her waist and her hands braced as best she could while Darío fucked her from behind with sharp thrusts. He was fucking her without tenderness, holding her hip with one hand and her hair with the other. Every slap sounded wet, clear, animal.

—Harder... yes... like that, like that... —she panted.

I stood frozen. I don’t know how long I watched her. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. I saw him pull out for a moment, spit into his hand, and rub it between her buttocks before pushing back in. I saw her twist and beg for more cock as if she were starving.

When they finished, she straightened her clothes and almost ran away. She passed close to me without seeing me. I was still hidden in the shadows, my cock hard inside my pants, breathing like an idiot.

Darío did see me.

He came over smiling, his cock still half out as he fastened his pants, and gave me a light tap on the forehead.

—Watching, pretty boy? —he said—. You’ve got quite a dirty habit.

I didn’t answer. He took me by the jaw and forced me to kneel right there behind the wall. He still smelled like her. Like weed, sweat, and fresh sex. I pulled down his zipper, took out his cock, and tasted the mingled flavor of her skin and Mara’s pussy on my tongue.

That was what threw me off the most. Knowing exactly where that taste came from and still sucking hungrily. I licked him from base to tip, gathering moisture, saliva, and the remnants of her. Darío held my hair and began forcing it deep into my mouth, not letting me take a full breath.

—That’s it, swallow... if you like watching, you’ll like cleaning up too.

He fucked my mouth roughly. I drooled, coughed, and opened wider again. When he came, he emptied himself straight down my throat and made me swallow with his palm pressed beneath my chin. Then he helped me to my feet and handed me a joint as if nothing had happened.

We sat on a bench, smoking in silence. I asked him who that woman was. He shrugged.

—A married slut. She lives nearby. She likes being treated badly, but then she gets scared.

I didn’t tell him she lived with me. Not that night.

***

The following week I got home earlier than expected. My father was working out of town, and I had just come from seeing a man I’d slept with more out of obligation than desire. I walked in still warm all over and high. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled weed floating through the living room.

I also heard a rhythmic thudding against the sofa.

I approached silently and saw them.

Mara was lying on her back on the couch, completely naked except for a T-shirt bunched beneath her tits. Her legs were spread wide, and Darío was between them, driving into her furiously. He held the backs of her knees and pushed her legs toward her chest while burying his cock inside her.

Her moans filled the room. They weren’t elegant or soft. They were broken, hoarse cries from a thoroughly fucked woman.

—Oh, fuck... yes... don’t stop... don’t stop, you bastard...

I hid behind a piece of furniture, unable to leave. From there I had a perfect view. Her tits bouncing with every thrust. Sweat running down her belly. Her ass sliding over the leather sofa. His back tense, arms hard, buttocks contracting every time he drove deeper.

Darío slapped her across the face. The sharp sound went through my entire body.

—Keep your voice down.

Mara moaned more quietly, bitten by both excitement and obedience. She licked her lips, grabbed one of his wrists, and opened her legs wider like an eager bitch. He then spat between her thighs and pushed two fingers in alongside his cock, stretching her, making a wet noise that set me trembling.

I was already jerking off behind the furniture. Slowly at first, my eyes fixed on the way he fucked her. I felt jealousy, arousal, rage, and a brutal desire to be down there, to be the one taking that cock or sucking him while he fucked her.

Darío changed positions. He put her ankles on his shoulders and began thrusting deeper. Mara arched her back, clenched her teeth, and let out sharper moans. He looked at her as if he wanted to break her.

—Do you like it like that, old slut?

—Yes... yes... I love it... more... give me more...

He pulled out suddenly. Her pussy gleamed, open, reddened, trembling. He pushed three fingers inside and began fucking it with his hand, fast and brutal, while squeezing her clitoris with his thumb. Mara shrieked, twisted on the sofa, and began to come. It wasn’t a simple moan. It was a full-body spasm. Her body tensed and liquid gushed out, soaking his hand and the seat.

I shuddered watching it. I had never seen a woman come like that from so close. Darío smiled arrogantly, sucked his fingers clean, and positioned himself between her legs again.

This time he turned her over without care. He put her on all fours on the sofa, spread her buttocks, and drove his cock into her in a single thrust. Mara cried out, pain and pleasure mixed together.

—Slowly... just a little... oh, fuck...

He didn’t ease up. He grabbed her waist and began pounding her against his pubis, hitting so hard that the sofa moved. He marked her back with his fingers, then left one buttock red from a slap, then the other. She ended up pushing back, seeking more, completely transformed into the same kind of desperate slut I was with him.

My hand was moving quickly over my cock. I pushed two fingers into my ass while I watched. The memory of Darío fucking me blended with the image of Mara taking him, and it drove me crazy. I wanted to come right there, hidden, watching my father’s woman swallow the cock of the man who had also taken me.

Then he raised his head and saw me.

He didn’t stop. He only smiled.

For a few seconds he continued fucking her while keeping his eyes fixed on me. Then he pulled out, slapped her ass, and said:

—Don’t play ghost, pretty boy. Come out of there.

Mara turned sharply, confused. I came out with my hard cock outlined beneath my pants and my face burning. She went pale when she recognized me. She tried to cover herself with the crumpled T-shirt, but Darío yanked it from her hands.

—Leave him alone —he said with a laugh—. He’s already seen everything.

—No... it’s not what it looks like... —she stammered.

—It looks exactly like what it is —I replied, without taking my eyes off her naked body.

Darío came toward me naked too, his cock still hard and glistening. He grabbed me by the nape and kissed me in front of her, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with insulting confidence. I tried to resist for a second, barely a reflex, but as soon as I felt his hand squeezing my ass, I relaxed.

—You’re not going to tell your old man, are you? —he murmured against my lips.

He guided my hand to his cock. I closed it around him almost without thinking.

—No —I answered.

Mara’s eyes widened further. She looked at my hand, then my face, then at him. She was shocked, yes, but aroused too. It showed in her breathing, in her still-spread legs, in the way she began getting wet again as she understood what she was seeing.

Darío indicated her with a tilt of his chin.

—Come here. Kneel beside him.

—Are you crazy? —she said, but she didn’t sound offended. She sounded frightened by how badly she wanted to do it.

—Kneel.

She obeyed.

She knelt beside me in front of him, naked, disheveled, cheeks flushed, her throat still marked by the exertion. Darío grabbed both our hair and brought his cock toward our mouths.

—I want to see you suck it. Both of you.

I was the first to lick him. I ran my tongue over the tip and then along the wet side. Mara imitated me awkwardly, barely brushing him. Darío tugged her hair.

—Don’t kiss it. Suck it.

She opened wider and took half the head into her mouth. I held the base and began licking upward, feeling his cock grow even harder between our mouths. The scene was so absurd and so hot that I had trouble breathing. I was sharing my lover’s cock with the stepmother I had learned to hate.

—That’s better —he growled—. The skinny one knows what she’s doing. Watch her and learn.

I took more of him, letting him brush my throat, and started the movement I knew he liked. Mara tried afterward but choked. He spat in her face and slapped her softly, more humiliating than painful.

—You act like a whore and you don’t know how to suck.

She looked at me, embarrassed and aroused at once. Then I held her chin myself.

—Relax your throat —I told her—. Let it in.

She obeyed. Darío took advantage and pushed his cock deeper into her. Mara gagged, tears in her eyes, but didn’t pull away. I kept licking his shaft and balls, the taut skin rising and falling with every thrust into her mouth. He began fucking her right there, holding her head while I helped by sucking whatever remained outside.

Seeing her like that aroused me in a new way. She was no longer just my father’s woman; she was a needy adult, used and trembling with desire in front of me. When Darío released her, she coughed and wiped the saliva from her chin. He pointed to the sofa.

—Sit down. I want your mouth and her pussy at the same time.

I sat with my legs spread. Darío immediately pushed his cock into my mouth, deep and possessive. Mara climbed onto him backward, guiding his cock toward her open pussy. When she felt it enter, she let out a deep moan and began slowly rising and falling, riding him while I sucked him from below.

From there, the image was madness. Her buttocks rising and falling over his pelvis, her pussy swallowing the cock that seconds earlier I had had entirely down my throat, and me with my mouth open, taking what remained of his thrusts, saliva running down my chin.

Darío used both of us without mercy. He pulled his cock from my mouth to make me breathe, then shoved it back in to the root while gripping her hips and making her bounce faster.

—That’s it... eat it with your pussy while he sucks me... what a pair of perverted sluts.

Mara was lost. She rubbed her clitoris while riding him, head thrown back, tits bouncing. I couldn’t stop watching. Darío grabbed my face and forced me to look at her too.

—Look at how she opens up for me.

I pulled him from my mouth for a moment to answer with a muffled moan. He slapped my cheek and laughed.

Then he switched our positions again. He stood me up, pulled down my pants, and bent me over the arm of the sofa. I felt Mara behind me for a moment, hesitant. Darío ordered her:

—Open his ass with your fingers.

I swallowed. Her fingers touched me awkwardly at first, then more confidently when she felt how wet and eager I was. She spread my buttocks and inserted one finger, then two, while Darío positioned himself behind her.

—So you like this too —Mara whispered, incredulous.

—Don’t stop —I begged.

Darío penetrated her from behind at that moment. She gasped, and her fingers sank deeper into me by reflex. The three of us fit together in an obscene chain: me bent over and open, her in the middle receiving his cock while fingering me, and him behind her, controlling everything.

The rhythm quickly intensified. Every thrust he gave her made her fingers move in and out of my ass. I moaned against the sofa, pushing back. Then Darío pulled her away from me, moved me aside with one hand, and said:

—Now it’s really your turn.

He spat between my buttocks, rubbed me with the tip, and drove into me in one stroke. The cry I released blended with Mara’s. She knelt in front of me and put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck while he fucked me from behind.

It was brutal. Darío’s cock stretched me with every thrust, heavy and hard, driving in so deeply it stole my breath. I gripped the sofa tightly and began taking him better, hungrier, looser. Mara watched me, fascinated, while masturbating me with her saliva-wet hand.

—Look at how much he enjoys it —Darío said, panting—. This one knows how to fuck.

He struck my hip with every thrust until my skin burned. Then he grabbed me by the neck, lifted me slightly, and fucked me even deeper. I could no longer form words. Only deep moans, saliva, tears of pleasure, and an absurd need for him never to stop.

Mara spread her legs beside the sofa and began touching herself while watching him wreck my ass. She pushed two fingers into her pussy, pinched one nipple with her other hand, and looked at me as if I were part of a show she hadn’t known she wanted to see.

Darío beckoned her.

—Come here.

He stayed inside me and, without pulling out, ordered her to kneel and suck me. Mara took my cock carefully and began licking it. I almost came in her mouth from the sheer impact of the scene: my stepmother sucking me while her lover fucked me hard from behind.

—That’s it... don’t stop... —I moaned.

Darío sped up. I could tell from the tension in his body that he was about to come. He pulled his cock from my ass at the last second and masturbated quickly over me and Mara. His come landed hot on us: on my lower back, her chest, her face, and my trembling hand.

Mara opened her mouth, and I ran a finger over her lip, pushing some of the come inside. She sucked it off without taking her eyes from me. Then she kissed me. It was a dirty, wet kiss, tasting of shared semen.

Darío was breathing hard behind us. He looked at us covered in his cum and gave a satisfied laugh.

—Now you really look like a family.

Neither of us answered. Mara kept kissing me, this time with less fear. I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it, feeling its warm weight in my palm, and she moaned against my mouth. The absurd tension that had always existed between us became something else in that moment: not tenderness, not exactly complicity, but a filthy pact.

Darío pulled us apart and placed a hand on the back of my neck.

—This stays here —he said.

—Yes —we answered almost at the same time.

We stayed in the living room a while longer, smoking naked and smelling of sex. My father would arrive hours later and find the house in order, as always. No one would suspect that on that very sofa his woman had come screaming, I had been fucked until I trembled, and the three of us had crossed a line there was no turning back from.

The worst part, or the best, was that as I watched Mara suck the tip of the joint with the same mouth she had used to suck my cock and Darío’s, I knew it wouldn’t end with a single afternoon.

Not after all three of us had tasted the same secret.