What I Saw at My Father’s 58th Birthday

What I’m about to tell happened fourteen years ago now, but I have every detail etched in my memory as if it were last week. It was my old man Ricardo’s fifty-eighth birthday. The big get-together with all my brothers and my stepmother Carmen was set for Saturday, but his birthday fell on a Tuesday. Since I got out of work early that day, I came up with the brilliant idea of stopping by to give him a surprise hug before the family celebration.

My old man had mentioned that night he was going to have a few beers at home with his lifelong friends. I parked the car around the corner so the engine noise wouldn’t give me away, and walked the two blocks to the front door with a wrapped box tucked under my arm.

The first thing that threw me off was seeing every light off. For a gathering with his friends, there was way too much silence. I tried the door and, to my surprise, it was unlocked. I pushed it open slowly and stepped inside carefully, without turning on a single lamp.

I headed toward the kitchen and there I confirmed something weird was going on. On the counter there were empty beer cans, two wine glasses with dregs at the bottom, and a little box of pills that I couldn’t quite read in the dim light. My first reaction wasn’t to think about infidelity or anything like that. More than anything, I got scared: I thought maybe someone had broken in and my old man and Carmen were tied up in one of the rooms.

I moved down the central hallway. The house is one story and everything can be heard from one room to the next, so I strained my ears. And then I froze. It wasn’t pounding or cries for help. It was laughter. Female laughter, plural, mixed with my father’s deep purring rumble. There were clearly two women, and then I really imagined the worst: that Carmen was cheating on him in his own bed.

I quickened my pace, determined to confirm it and make the scandal of the century. The door to the main bedroom was just barely ajar, a crack of four or five fingers. I pressed my face carefully against the wood and peered in.

What I saw left my mouth hanging open.

My old man was standing in the center of the bed, wearing an unfastened white robe hanging from his shoulders, his thumbs up, and a smile I had never seen on him before. At his feet, two women were on all fours, backs to the door, in minimal black lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. There was a click and a flash: they were in the middle of a photo shoot.

I recognized one of the women right away from the tattoo on her lower back: it was Carmen, my stepmother. The other had her face half-covered by a dark mane falling forward, so it took me a few more seconds to place her.

Even though Carmen is quite a bit younger than my father, by then she was already over fifty. But she took care of herself: she had a firm, round ass that, with that string thong, looked like something out of a magazine, with her cheeks split and shining under the dim light of the bedside lamp. And the other woman was no slouch either. When she turned her head a little to laugh at something Carmen said, the curtain of hair opened and my heart nearly jumped out of my mouth.

It was Marisol, Carmen’s cousin. A woman a little plumper, with huge tits hanging heavy inside her lace bra, almost spilling out the sides, and a wide ass, the kind that moves on its own with every breath. I had seen her a couple of times at family gatherings — always in modest dresses, always with that formal sister-in-law smile — but never like this. Never in that tight lingerie outlining the slit of her cunt through the fabric, never with that attitude that showed me a completely different woman from the one I had imagined.

It didn’t stop at the photo shoot. As soon as the last click sounded, my father took off the robe and threw it on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, and I have to admit it: at fifty-eight the old man was holding up better than I had thought. No belly, broad shoulders, and very well endowed. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, thick, with the vein marked underneath and the head already swollen and purplish with need. He looked imposing, sitting there in the middle of the mattress, with one woman on each side and his hands resting on their hips.

The laughter suddenly turned into something else. As if someone had given a silent order, the two of them lunged at him at the same time. They started tracing his chest with their hands, kissing his neck, slowly working their way down. Carmen ran her tongue over his ear and nibbled his lobe while whispering filthy things I couldn’t quite make out, and Marisol focused lower, spreading his legs with a confidence that betrayed the fact that this wasn’t the first time tonight.

My stepmother’s cousin knelt down and, without any preamble, grabbed his dick with her right hand, lifted it, and ran her tongue from base to tip in one long, slow stroke. She paused at the head, wrapped it in her lips, and started sucking it, taking it halfway in, then drawing it out slowly, leaving a thread of saliva hanging from the glans. Carmen didn’t lag behind: she leaned in on the other side and started licking his balls, one first and then the other, taking them fully into her mouth while Marisol kept sucking him off above.

I heard gasps, whispers, muffled laughter. And then my old man’s first deep groan when the two of them lined up their mouths on the same spot, sucking his cock at the same time, one from one side and the other from the other, their tongues brushing over the vein on top.

I was in the hallway with my hands pressed to the wall and my legs a little shaky. My head told me to leave, to turn around, that this couldn’t be erased from my memory. But curiosity completely won out and I stayed. I pressed even closer to the wood, watching as the two of them took turns without stopping. Marisol swallowed him down to the hilt, choking a little, with tears in her eyes and mascara running, while Carmen took her cousin’s free hand and placed it at the base so she could masturbate him at the same time. What hit me hardest was seeing how my father’s cock got harder and harder with every pass of their mouths; you could tell they both knew exactly what they were doing and had been warming him up for a good while.

At one point, Marisol pulled back for a second to catch her breath, mouth open and a strand of saliva hanging down to the glans, and she said to Carmen between laughs:

—Hey, your man’s ready to go. Look at the head on him, cousin, he’s going to blow any second.

—Slowly — Carmen answered, laughing too, her lips shining—. The night is long. He still has to fuck us both, don’t go milking him dry so fast.

The contrast between the formality with which those two women treated each other at the family table and the shameless way they coordinated everything in that bedroom had me hypnotized. It was insane. Carmen, who at Sunday lunches would put on a flowered apron and serve soup with both hands, was a different woman in there.

My stepmother stood up suddenly, slipped her thong down her legs and let it drop to the floor, then positioned herself with surprising agility over my old man’s face. It was a quick move, without hesitation, as if they’d done it a thousand times: she planted her whole cunt over his mouth, resting her knees on either side of his head, and started grinding against his tongue. I saw my father grab her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks wide, and stick his tongue between the lips of her cunt with a greed that made me clench my teeth. Carmen threw her head back, grabbed her own tits over the bra, and started moving in circles, soaking his whole face.

While she took control from the top, Marisol didn’t waste a second. She climbed onto the mattress, yanked her thong off by tossing it into the air with two fingers, and sat herself on my father’s lap. She grabbed his cock with her hand, straightened it, and lowered herself slowly, moaning with her mouth open as she took it in centimeter by centimeter. When she had him all the way in she let out a guttural groan that hit me in the stomach, and started moving up and down, first gently and then with more hunger, her tits bouncing heavy inside the bra until she unfastened it in front and freed them, letting them hang loose, swaying with every thrust.

Watching them work together like that, one on top and the other below, was a spectacle that didn’t fit the image of the quiet family I had always known. Carmen’s moans mixed with Marisol’s gasps and with the muffled sounds of the old man licking his wife’s cunt. Every time Marisol dropped all the way down on the dick, there was a wet splash and the smack of her ass against my father’s thighs. I was there, processing that the “get-together with friends” I had supposedly come to find had turned into a wild threesome between my father, his wife, and her cousin.

Marisol was setting the pace and, in the middle of the motions, leaned forward a little and asked Carmen, barely able to breathe:

—Is he always this hard when you have him to yourself? He’s splitting me open, cousin, he’s got a cock that never ends.

My stepmother let out a broken laugh before answering, still with my father’s face buried against her cunt:

—Of course he does. But today, to celebrate fifty-eight the way he deserves, he took a blue pill so he could keep both of us all night. Work him right, cousin, squeeze that cock dry — that’s what it’s there for.

Hearing that made my stomach lurch. Seeing Carmen bragging about my father’s potency and admitting the old man had prepared for that threesome in every possible way was too much. Marisol gave a louder moan, as if the answer had turned her on even more, and picked up a new rhythm on the bed, bouncing hard on the old man’s cock and making the springs scream in the middle of the house’s silence. She grabbed Carmen’s shoulders to keep her balance, and the two cousins ended up kissing over my father’s body, tongues out, biting lips, moaning into each other’s mouths.

That was when I understood my surprise birthday visit had no place in that night. My old man was in his prime, doped up and tended to by two mature women, living out a fantasy I never would have imagined was happening in that room.

I had the chance to leave and save what little family-image I had left, but my feet wouldn’t move from the hallway. I stayed there, breathing softly, watching the scene change pace again. Carmen got off my father’s face, gasping, her hair all messed up and the old man’s chin shining with her juices, and my father, with the energy of a twenty-year-old, grabbed Marisol by the waist with tremendous force and pulled her off him, his cock still dripping.

He flipped her in a second, laying her on her back on the mattress. The bed creaked with the abrupt movement. Without wasting a moment, Carmen now settled herself over her cousin’s face, returning the favor: she spread her cunt open with two fingers and left it there, right over Marisol’s mouth, so she could work it with her tongue. Marisol reacted at once, sticking her whole tongue out and pressing it into her clit, while my father dropped to his knees between the cousin’s legs, grabbed his cock with his hand, and drove it in with one firm thrust, all the way to the hilt.

Marisol arched her back and let out a muffled scream against Carmen’s cunt. She clutched her cousin’s ass with both hands to keep her there on top of her, while my father started humping her hip to hip, without mercy, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust made Carmen’s tits jump in her face, and the sound of bodies slamming together filled the room: the old man’s thighs striking the inside of hers, his balls bouncing against her ass with every stroke.

Carmen, already unable to hold back, leaned forward and grabbed the headboard while grinding against her cousin’s mouth. She pinched her own nipples, stretching them outward, and my father took advantage and slapped her ass with his free hand. Every smack left the red imprint of his fingers and made Carmen moan harder, grinding Marisol’s face with even more hunger.

The sound of bodies colliding and my father’s ever more intense rhythm left me speechless: I was seeing a side of him I never could have imagined, a man completely different from the one who sat at the head of the table at family dinners. He would pull his cock all the way out, leaving it shining with Marisol’s juices, and then shove it back in hard, drawing a fresh cry from her with every intrusion.

***

And the rhythm on the bed changed again all at once. My father, who seemed to have a backup engine, grabbed Marisol by the hips with a strength that surprised me and turned her over onto the mattress, leaving her on all fours. She barely had time to react when the old man, without making a big deal of it, settled himself behind her and spat twice into his hand to lube up his cock. He spread her ass cheeks wide with his thumbs, pressed the tip of his dick against her asshole, and started pushing slowly.

A sharp scream was heard, one of those that turn your blood cold, when he shoved it in from behind. Marisol arched her back and dug her nails into the sheets, mouth open in a perfect “O,” but my old man didn’t let up: he grabbed her hair, looped it around his hand like a rein, and shoved her face straight into Carmen’s cunt, which was still there propped against the headboard, legs wide open, taking in the whole show head-on. Marisol started eating her cousin’s pussy while the old man split her ass with ever deeper thrusts, driving his hips forward until his balls were flattened against her cheeks.

It was a crazy image. Carmen there, given over completely, while Marisol screamed muffled against her and my father fucked her with a fury that made the whole bed jump. The sharp smacks of bodies and the moans that could no longer be contained. My old man bit Marisol’s shoulder, slid a hand underneath and grabbed one heavy tit, squeezing it hard, pinching her nipple between his fingers. I was there, pressed to the crack in the door, mouth dry and heart hammering, watching my old man put both women through it with an intensity I never would have imagined in a guy over fifty-five.

—Fuck, cousin, he’s ripping my ass open — Marisol panted, pulling away for a second from Carmen’s cunt, drool running down her chin—. Don’t stop, you old bastard, give it to me harder, shove all that cock in me.

Carmen grabbed her face with both hands and shoved it back down against her cunt, while answering between moans:

—Shut up and keep licking, cousin. You came here to get it from every side tonight, so take it like a woman.

Just when I thought I couldn’t see anything hotter, the scene changed again. Carmen, with an agility that blew my mind, slid herself under her cousin in one quick movement and they ended up locked into a perfect sixty-nine, with Marisol’s cunt falling right over my stepmother’s mouth, while my father kept fucking her from behind without slowing down. Carmen had a privileged view from below: she could see the old man’s cock going in and out of Marisol’s ass, shining with spit, just inches from her own face.

I stayed hypnotized watching Marisol’s body moving above Carmen, how her hips were marked by every thrust from the old man and how my stepmother licked her clit from below while Marisol was still being impaled in the ass. And that was when Carmen did something that completely finished me off: she pulled her face out from between her cousin’s legs and, with total confidence, stretched out her arms to grab my father’s thighs. Without letting go, she pulled him closer and started sucking his balls with such hunger you could hear it all the way in the hallway, taking them completely into her mouth, while with her other hand she caressed his cock right at the point where it went in and out of Marisol’s ass.

It was an impossible scene: my father going all out on Marisol’s asshole, Marisol surrendering to both sensations at once with Carmen’s tongue in her cunt and the old man’s cock in her ass, and Carmen down there finishing the whole thing off, sucking the old man’s balls and keeping him rolling his eyes and gripping the bedframe so he wouldn’t lose his balance. The two women’s moans mixed with my father’s grunts and the constant sound of bodies, and every now and then the old man would pull his cock completely out of Marisol’s ass and offer it to Carmen, who would suck it two or three times with pleasure before he shoved it back into her cousin with a thrust.

—I’m going to cum — my father growled suddenly, voice rough—. I’m going to cum, where do you want it?

—On the face — Carmen said without hesitation, slipping out from underneath and kneeling beside Marisol—. Both of us, old man, take it out and come on our faces.

Marisol turned around at once, knelt too, and the two of them pressed cheek to cheek, mouths open and tongues out, looking up. My father stood on the bed in front of them, grabbed his cock with his hand, and started jerking it fast, aiming it at their faces. He lasted a few seconds, jaw clenched, and then let out a roar and started spraying: the first stream crossed Carmen’s forehead and cheekbone, the second landed heavy on Marisol’s tongue and ran down her chin, and the ones that followed painted both their faces and tits until his cock was left dripping between his thighs, still hard.

Carmen and Marisol looked at each other with shining eyes, laughed, and started kissing right there, with semen on their lips, passing it from one mouth to the other, licking each other’s cheeks and tongues until they were cleaned off. Then, between the two of them, they took turns licking the old man’s cock down to the last drop, leaving it gleaming.

I stayed a few more seconds, hypnotized by the three of them working in sync, realizing my father’s fifty-eighth-birthday gift had blown past anything I could have imagined. I felt airless and knew that if I stayed one second longer, my own dirty excitement was going to betray me. My dick was pressed tight against my pants, aching from how hard it was, my face was hot, and my pulse was pounding in my ears.

I began backing away down the hallway, placing each foot with surgical precision so the floor wouldn’t creak. The house was still in that sepulchral silence, broken only by the two women’s laughter and my old man’s deep voice asking them to get into position again because the blue pill was asking him for another round, which ironically helped my steps go unnoticed.

I reached the kitchen, passed by the counter where the beers were and the little box — which I now confirmed was the blue-pill box — and slipped out the front door with the same care I had used to come in. Only when I felt the cool night air on my face could I breathe deeply. I walked quickly to the car, trying to bring my adrenaline down and process that I had just seen my father on the best birthday of his life, while I carried away a secret that would burn inside me for the entire weekend party.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I remembered every pose, every moan, the movement of those two mature women’s bodies that seemed so calm at family gatherings. I imagined Carmen’s ass grinding against the old man’s face, Marisol’s tits bouncing with every thrust, the two faces painted in semen kissing. I ended up taking care of myself alone in my room, hand on my cock, cumming three times in a row until my hand was full and my abdomen stained, like a teenager.

***

Saturday, at the party, the tension was on another level. I got to the house and everything looked like the typical family gathering: my father in his impeccable shirt, Carmen acting as the perfect hostess in her flowered apron, my brothers laughing as if nothing were going on. But I couldn’t stop looking my old man in the eye, thinking that just a few days earlier that same man had been in bed, giving it his all thanks to the blue pill.

At lunchtime the doorbell rang. Carmen went to open it and announced with a smile from ear to ear:

—Look who came by to surprise us! Marisol!

When I saw her walk in, I felt my face go red all at once. There she was, dressed in tight jeans that outlined her round ass and a simple blouse pulled taut over her tits, greeting everyone with a kiss on the cheek. When she reached my father, they gave each other a “family” hug that would have seemed normal to anyone, but I noticed how they stayed there a second too long, how the old man’s hand slid an inch lower than it should have down her back, and how Carmen winked at them from the kitchen doorway.

I sat down to eat with a knot in my throat. Seeing Marisol seated across from me, asking for the salad to be passed with that innocent “I didn’t do anything” face, blew my mind. I knew perfectly well how that woman screamed when my father had her on all fours with his cock in her ass, how her mascara ran from crying with pleasure, how she let her face be painted with semen; and seeing her there talking about work, the weather, and vacation plans made me feel like I was living in a movie.

Every time my father let out a laugh or Carmen touched his shoulder as she passed, all I could picture was the sixty-nine they had put on Tuesday, the double blow job, the shots of cum on both faces. It was a secret burning me from the inside, and the hottest part was that those three were there, so calm, celebrating the old man’s fifty-eight like they were the saints of the family, while I was the only one who knew that birthday had been, by far, the wildest of his life.

At one point during the meal, my father raised his glass to make a toast.

—Thanks to all of you for coming — he said in that same deep voice—. Really, this has been a birthday that… well, one I’ll never forget.

I saw Carmen and Marisol exchange a quick look, a spark in their eyes that only I understood. They held back their laughter and clinked glasses with an enthusiasm that my brothers took for perfectly normal, but that made my blood boil. I knew exactly what the old man meant by “never forget.”

I finished my beer in one gulp, feeling the weight of the secret on my back. In the end, I got up from the table and went over to my father to give him the hug I had supposedly come for on Tuesday. As I squeezed his shoulder I couldn’t help thinking about the box of pills and the bed scene. He smiled at me, slapped my back, and said:

—I’m glad you came today, son. You missed the quiet celebration on Tuesday, but what matters is that we’re all together.

“Quiet,” I thought as I forced a smile.

I never knew whether my father found out I had spied on them that night or whether Carmen ever suspected it. The three of them kept treating me as always, with the same normality as always. But after that birthday, my stepmother and her cousin became a recurring fantasy for me. I never dared hint at anything to them, and neither did they to me, and that was probably for the best: if their eyes had ever met like they did that night in the bedroom, I would have gone for both of them without hesitation, just like my father did the night he turned fifty-eight.