At the wedding, his mother pushed him toward his aunt

His cousin’s wedding was turning out to be as tedious as Marcos had expected. He’d spent half the night in the same chair, between his parents and a couple of uncles who barely spoke to him, checking his phone every two minutes and praying it would all end already.

The ceremony had taken place in an old manor house lost in the middle of the mountains, far from anywhere familiar. Beautiful, yes, but lonely, surrounded by trees and by a darkness that began where the garden’s last lightbulbs ended.

—Are you bored? —his mother asked him.

Nerea was the only one still sitting beside him at the table. Her husband’s family had never fully taken to her, and she never made much of an effort to win them over. She had a sharp tongue and little patience for drunk in-laws.

—A little —he admitted—. I picked a bad time to say I’d come. They all live way out in the middle of nowhere, and half of them are idiots anyway.

—Half is generous —she replied, and they both smiled at once.

Nerea slipped off her shoes, swapped her heels for a pair of espadrilles the bride and groom had given the female guests, and pointed toward the exit with a tilt of her chin.

—Shall we sneak off for a bit? I need some fresh air before I die of boredom.

Marcos didn’t need telling twice. They dodged the guests, who smiled at them with boozy grimaces, and went out into the garden. The March night greeted them with a dry, clean cold that smelled of damp earth.

—Thank God it’s not raining —she said, taking a cigarette from her bag—. Otherwise what a shitty wedding.

—I didn’t know you smoked.

—One or two when I go out and have a couple of drinks. Doesn’t count —she lit the cigarette and blew out a puff that dissolved into the darkness like a ghost.

Marcos was about to answer when a sound stopped him. Something rhythmic, dull, was coming from the thicket ahead of them.

—Did you hear that?

Nerea strained her ears more out of playfulness than interest. And then she caught it: a steady thumping, unmistakable, flesh against flesh, which could only mean one thing. Mother and son looked at each other wide-eyed.

—Do you think...? —he began.

—Let’s check —she cut in, piqued by curiosity.

***

They moved over the cobblestones like cats, holding back their laughter, until the lanterns ran out and they had to let their eyes adjust to the blackness. Nerea grabbed her son by the shoulders and, about ten meters away, they made out a silhouette between two trees.

It was a man in a wedding suit, his trousers pulled down to his knees, driving his hips against someone with her hands braced on an old stone wall. The thudding they’d heard was him, hammering away without mercy, driving it in to the hilt with every thrust. The woman had her dress hiked up to her waist, her white ass bare, and she panted against the wall every time the guy’s cock slid all the way into her.

—I can’t believe it —Nerea whispered in her son’s ear—. That’s Marta and Joaquín. Your father’s cousins.

—So?

—They’re cousins too, idiot. And they’re married. Each to someone else.

Marcos muffled a laugh against the trunk of the tree. They stayed still, hidden, while the wet slapping of Marta’s soaked cunt and the woman’s guttural moans filled the little wood as if they were in the front row of a porn theater. Joaquín had a hand inside her neckline and was squeezing her tits while he fucked her, and Marta arched her back so he could shove it deeper.

—Give it all to me, asshole, all the way in —Marta was heard to moan through clenched teeth—. It’s been months since someone fucked me like this.

—My filthy little cousin, how tight you are —he panted, grabbing her hips to drive it in harder—. This cunt has been mine since you were fifteen, don’t forget it.

Nerea covered her mouth with a hand. Marcos felt, against his will, his cock starting to swell inside his suit trousers. With his mother pressed against his shoulder, listening to that, the situation had a wicked charge that he found unbearable.

—I’m going to come —the man announced, without the least shame.

—No, no, wait, take it out —she protested, but it was useless. A long, satisfied growl gave him away, and they could see Joaquín pressing himself against his cousin’s buttocks and shuddering as he unloaded all his cum inside her—. God, Joaquín, couldn’t you hold on one more minute? Next time come outside; we’re too old for scares.

—With the pill, everything’s sorted, woman.

Joaquín slowly pulled his cock out, still hard and glistening, and a white thread ran down Marta’s thigh before she caught it with two fingers and, without taking her eyes off him, brought it to her mouth and sucked them.

—Pig, you always do that to me —she murmured, pulling her panties back up over the semen dripping from inside her.

Mother and son remained motionless, camouflaged against the tree, until the lovers’ footsteps faded toward the house. Only then did they break apart, bursting with stifled laughter.

—What an asshole —Nerea said, wiping away a tear—. He fucks his cousin, comes inside her, and then he’ll kiss her in front of everyone like nothing happened. What a bombshell.

Marcos discreetly adjusted his trousers, but Nerea caught it instantly. She said nothing. She only drew half a smile and ran her tongue over her lips.

***

They went back to the table when the wind picked up. Nerea dragged her chair until it was pressed against her son’s, from where she could see the whole dance floor.

—Look at her —she said, pointing at Marta, who at that moment was kissing her husband with devotion—. Look how lovingly she kisses him. Who knows what her mouth still tastes like. Cousin cock, for sure.

Marcos laughed. Things had stopped being boring.

—Doesn’t it seem incredible to you? Married, with kids, and they’re cousins.

—More incredible is that they’re cousins and fuck so well —she replied, amused—. And with such hunger, damn it. Though, look, I’m not exactly in a position to judge. Tell me one thing, out of harmless motherly curiosity: have you and any of your cousins ever...?

He leaned back in his chair with a half smile. He had never hidden anything from his mother; they were more accomplices than anything else.

—Not with my cousins. I barely have any, and none my age —he said, scratching the sideburn she knew so well—. But, since we’re on the subject... do you know who used to drive me crazy when I was little?

—Out with it.

—Lorena.

Nerea’s mouth fell open at once.

—Aunt Lorena? My sister-in-law? —she lowered her voice when he shot her a panicked look—. I don’t believe it. You’re a little pervert.

Marcos felt the heat rising to his face. He looked around for his aunt. Lorena was dancing in the middle of the floor, squeezed into a black dress that suited her far too well, her curly hair falling down her back. She must have been forty-four and she was still mouthwatering, with those heavy tits moving inside the neckline and a tight ass that the dress outlined mercilessly.

—You still like her —his mother stated, reading it in his eyes—. Don’t deny it.

—When I was a kid she used to make me lose my mind —he confessed—. Call it what it is. I used to jerk off thinking about her from the time I was thirteen.

—Fuck, son, don’t hold back either —Nerea laughed, giving him an elbow—. Seriously?

—Seriously. A lot. Every summer in the village, when I saw her in a bikini, that was enough material for the whole year.

Nerea took a sip of her drink. The night, the alcohol, and the lovers’ secret in the woods were lighting a dangerous idea in her head.

—And what would you give to be with her? The truth.

—Are you asking me seriously?

—In high school I loved pairing people up. And if it’s my son, even more... Look, Rubén is an idiot who spends half the wedding staring at my cleavage and drooling. He doesn’t deserve that woman. And that woman, look at her properly, has a body that’s asking for trouble. —she leaned close to his ear, and he felt her warm breath against his earlobe—. Let’s go talk to her.

—No way, Mom. I’d die of embarrassment.

—You just go along with me.

***

Nerea stood up, swayed over to the dance floor, and rescued her sister-in-law with a smile.

—Lorena, darling, come on, we’ve got some gossip you’re going to love. The good kind.

Lorena’s eyes lit up like a little girl’s. The three of them went out into the garden, where the cold air stole their breath. Marcos stayed half a step behind while his mother, drink in hand, told every detail of Marta and Joaquín: the noises, the tree, how he shoved his cock all the way in, how he came inside, how she licked the semen off her fingers.

—I can’t believe it —Lorena panted, delighted—. You swear it? She sucked him off afterward? You’re bringing me pure gold, gorgeous.

—We saw it with these very eyes. She licked her fingers like it was cream.

—A little fling at our age isn’t so bad, is it? These days I barely even get fucked —Nerea let slip, and the other woman nodded, laughing, already fairly tipsy.

—Don’t even talk to me. Rubén touches me once a month, if I’m lucky, and he lasts three minutes —Lorena snorted—. I don’t even bother getting wet anymore.

Then the mother changed tone. She lowered her voice, feigning a modesty she didn’t feel.

—Look, this whole woods thing reminded me of something. And you, darling? —she turned to her son—. Have you never had a family affair? Something that kept you up at night?

—Mom... —he coughed.

—I already know —she went on, looking at Lorena—. But I’m not the one who should know it.

Lorena frowned, leaned her back against the manor wall, and fixed her blue eyes on her nephew.

—Wait... Marcos?

The boy lowered his head, unable to hold her gaze.

—It’s not that big a deal, my mother exaggerates —he murmured—. But yes. I always liked you. Since I was very little. You were the first one who made me lose my mind. The first one I ever jerked off to.

There was a long silence, broken only by the echo of the music and the wind in the branches. Nerea expected a slap, a refusal, a “how dreadful.” None of that came. Lorena was looking at him with her nostrils trembling, a half-incredulous smile and a flush that wasn’t only from the cold.

—You’ve stunned me —she said at last—. You don’t hear things like that at my age. I feel... flattered. —she bit her lip—. Since when have you looked at me like that? And how? Tell me properly; don’t leave me hanging.

That question says it all, Nerea thought, and knew the plan was working.

—Always —the boy replied, emboldened—. In summer, when we were in the village at the same time, you were the only thing that mattered to me. When you wore that black bikini, the one you swam in at the pool, I’d lock myself in my room and jack off thinking about your tits, your ass coming out of the water. I fell asleep a lot of nights imagining you on top of me.

Lorena let out a short sigh, almost a gasp. She was breathing hard, her neckline rising and falling, and she pressed her thighs together discreetly. Nerea moved between the two of them with a cat’s slow grace, fixed her sister-in-law’s dress strap, and leaned in by her ear.

—Three’s a crowd —she whispered—. I’ll go in and keep Rubén busy for a good while so he won’t notice your absence. You two... stay alone. And don’t be shy with him; he’s well hung, trust me.

—Nerea, wait... —Lorena brushed her hand.

—No need to say anything, sweetheart. You just need to do. Let the poor boy come in your mouth, your pussy, or wherever you want, but make him come.

Before leaving, Nerea stepped up to her son, gave him a wet kiss on the cheek and, without Lorena missing a detail, let her hand drop to the bulge straining the boy’s trousers. She traced it with her fingertips, slowly, pausing for an instant to squeeze it affectionately. Under her palm she felt the full length of her son’s hard cock, and she didn’t bother hiding her smile.

—She’s ready for you, Lorena —she said, looking her sister-in-law in the blue eyes while holding her son’s sex—. Make the most of it.

She let go, turned on her heels, and disappeared into the party. At the doorway she brought two fingers to her lips and made the gesture of zipping an invisible zipper closed.

***

Aunt and nephew were left alone, staring at each other as if they were the only two people in the world. His mother’s touch had left him on the edge of madness. Marcos flung his drink into the grass, not caring whether it broke, and took two steps until he was standing in front of her.

—Where are we going? —he asked, with a hard voice he didn’t recognize.

Lorena inspected him from head to toe. He was still the same boy she had seen born, except for one thing, and she checked that thing when she dropped her gaze to the bulge between his legs. She licked her lips without meaning to. Without a word, she took him by the hand and dragged him to the side of the manor, to a dimly lit shed where folding chairs were stored.

As soon as the door closed, he kissed her. She answered with a hunger she had been building for years beneath a boring marriage. Lorena shoved her tongue down his throat, bit his lip, and without breaking off from devouring his mouth she pulled down his trouser zipper and sank her hand into his briefs. When her fingers closed around her nephew’s hard, hot cock, a moan escaped her against his mouth.

—My God, you’ve grown in every possible way —she panted, squeezing it and feeling how fully he’d gone stiff, thick, veins standing out—. It’s beautiful, nephew. And so hard. You’ve been like this for a while, huh?

—Since we heard your cousins fucking in the woods —he confessed in a rough voice.

—Dirty boy. Come here.

Lorena dropped to her knees on the wooden floor, not caring about the dust or the cold, and yanked his trousers and briefs down to his ankles. Marcos’s cock sprang free in front of her face, hard, pointing upward, the tip already shining with pre-cum. Lorena stared at it for a second, biting her lip, and then took it in both hands.

—Let’s see if it’s true you dreamed about me, nephew.

She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, very slowly, tasting him, and then took him into her mouth to the hilt. Marcos groaned and braced both hands on a shelf so he wouldn’t fall. His aunt sucked him with eagerness, with no inhibitions, bobbing her head fast, pulling his cock out and shoving it back in, choking on him when he hit the back of her throat and drooling without restraint. With one hand she caressed his balls while with the other she worked the base of his shaft.

—Fuck, auntie, if you keep that up I’m not going to last —he panted, looking down at her.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet sound, held it against her cheek, and smiled upward, her blue eyes shining in the dimness.

—Call me Lorena when you’re fucking me. Save “auntie” for weddings.

She stood up, hoisted her black dress to her waist, and pulled down her soaked panties herself, letting them fall around one ankle. Marcos lifted her onto a stack of boxes, spread her legs wide open, and paused for an instant to stare at her cunt: almost completely shaved, swollen, with glossy lips from how wet she was and a fine line of moisture running down the inside of her thigh.

—Eat it first —she asked—. Come on, nephew, do me that favor. Rubén hasn’t eaten my pussy since we got married.

Marcos knelt and buried his face between her thighs. He licked her all over, from bottom to top, sucking her lips, slipping his tongue inside and tasting her. Lorena threw her head back and gripped her nephew’s hair, guiding his face against her cunt, setting the rhythm.

—There, there, on the clit, suck it hard for me —she moaned—. Yes, fuck, how you do that, nephew, who taught you to eat pussy like this.

He sucked her clit with his lips, slid two fingers inside her, and curled them to find the exact spot. Lorena started trembling in less than a minute, crushing his head between her thighs, and came over his mouth with a long moan she had to muffle by biting her hand.

—Now fuck me —she asked, almost out of breath—. Fuck me now, nephew, shove it all the way in, because I’ve spent years waiting for you without knowing it.

Marcos stood up, took hold of his cock, and rubbed the tip against his aunt’s soaked cunt, teasing her swollen lips before pushing in. When he penetrated her in a single thrust, the woman dug her nails into his back and bit the boy’s neck to keep from screaming.

—Slower, nephew —she asked through clenched teeth—. I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times and I don’t want it to end. Put it in me slow, feel all of me.

Marcos obeyed only halfway. He held her by the hips and moved long and deep, pulling almost all the way out to the tip before shoving back in to the balls, hearing how his aunt’s cunt sounded wet with every thrust and how Lorena’s moans mixed with the distant music of the wedding. She talked in his ear, telling him filthy things he’d never have imagined coming from sweet Lorena’s mouth, and that only turned him on more.

—That’s it, asshole, give me all of it, give me the cock you spent your childhood imagining —she panted, gripping his ass with both hands to sink him in deeper—. It’s yours now, nephew, my cunt is yours tonight.

He lowered her dress straps and pulled out her breasts, heavy, with dark, very hard nipples. He bent down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard, nibbling it, while continuing to hammer into her without stopping. Lorena lay back on the boxes, spread her legs as wide as they would go, and began rubbing her clit herself while her nephew pinned her against the wood.

—I’m going to come again, don’t stop, don’t stop —she begged—. Fuck me harder, harder, fuck.

Marcos sped up, gripping her hips, thrusting with all his might. The sloshing of his aunt’s cunt filled the whole shed. Lorena came a second time, much harder than the first, arching all the way and clamping down on his cock from the inside with spasms that nearly made him finish too.

***

He didn’t know how long they’d been there when the shed door opened with a creak. Marcos froze, still buried to the hilt inside his aunt, but the silhouette outlined against the garden light wasn’t Rubén’s.

—Well, well —said Nerea, entering and closing the door behind her—. Rubén’s gone off to sleep it off in the car. I thought I’d lend a hand.

Lorena, far from being frightened, let out a hoarse laugh without ever letting go of her nephew inside her.

—Come here, instigator. This is your doing. Look how your son has me, look, I can’t even breathe.

Nerea walked closer, her heels clicking on the wood. She stopped beside them, and the scene sent a jolt through her: her sister-in-law, legs open on top of the boxes, dress in disarray and tits out, and her son between her thighs, his shiny cock sliding in and out of Lorena’s cunt in slow motion now that he had been stunned by the surprise.

—Don’t stop for me, son —Nerea murmured, and laid a hand on Marcos’s sweaty back, pushing him gently so he would keep moving inside Lorena—. Keep going. Fuck her properly, like she’s asking.

Marcos, without pulling out, resumed the motion, this time slowly, feeling the weight of his mother’s gaze with every thrust. Nerea went around the boxes, positioned herself at Lorena’s head, and with her other hand brushed a lock of hair off the sister-in-law’s sweaty face.

—I just wanted to make sure my boy was doing it right —she said, and kissed her sister-in-law on the mouth, slowly, while Marcos felt the floor vanish beneath his feet. The two women were eating each other’s tongues a foot away from him, gasping from the kiss and from the cock that kept sliding in and out of Lorena’s cunt.

Nerea broke off the kiss, looked her son in the eyes, and ran her tongue over her lips.

—Pull it out for a moment —she ordered softly—. I want to taste it.

Marcos obeyed. He slipped out of Lorena’s cunt and his cock appeared glossy, soaked, swollen. Nerea crouched down, without giving it a second thought, and took the whole thing into her mouth. Marcos groaned, an animal sound, unable to believe what he was seeing: his own mother sucking his cock with her eyes closed, tasting his aunt’s juices. Nerea worked him well, circling the glans with her tongue, pulling him out with a wet kiss, and looked up at him again from below.

—Your aunt tastes fucking amazing, son. Marry her if you want. Now put it back in, because Lorena’s not done with you.

And she guided her son’s cock back to Lorena’s cunt, pushing at his hips herself so he would bury it to the hilt. Lorena screamed from sheer pleasure at feeling him drive into her again, and stretched one arm out to grab Nerea by the nape and kiss her again, this time with more hunger.

What came next was a knot of hands, mouths, and whispers in that freezing shed. Nerea hiked up her dress, pulled down her panties, and sat on Lorena’s face, and Lorena ate her sister-in-law’s pussy with the same eagerness with which she herself had been eaten minutes earlier. Marcos kept thrusting into her from below, watching his mother writhing over his aunt’s face, her tits out of her dress, leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth while Lorena licked her nonstop.

—You’re going to be my best lover, son, I’m telling you —Nerea whispered against his lips, biting them, while she came in turn over the aunt’s tongue—. Tonight is only the appetizer.

Lorena pulled the son toward her and the mother toward them both, and Nerea, far from staying on the sidelines, guided her boy, set the rhythm, whispered in his ear how proud she was, and asked him to come inside his aunt the way Joaquín had come inside Marta. When Marcos finally let go, he did it with his aunt wrapping her legs around his back and his mother holding his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her while he emptied all his cum inside Lorena’s cunt, spurt by spurt, feeling his aunt trembling beneath him, sensing the hot semen flooding her from within.

—That’s it, darling, that’s it —Nerea murmured in his ear, kissing his temple—. Empty yourself inside her. Tonight is only the beginning.

When he finally pulled out, a thick thread of his own cum ran down Lorena’s thigh. Nerea, without thinking twice, crouched down and caught it with her tongue, moving slowly up her sister-in-law’s leg until she reached her cunt and gave it one last kiss there, her lips smeared with her son’s semen.

***

They returned to the party separately, only a few minutes apart, each of them straightening their clothes and smiles. Marta was kissing her husband again on the dance floor; Joaquín was making toasts at the bar; Rubén was snoring in the parking lot. No one suspected a thing.

Nerea sank into her chair beside her son, brushed his leg under the table, slid her hand up to graze the bulge again, and whispered in his ear with that red tongue he knew so well.

—See? It wasn’t that hard —she smiled at him—. And keep in mind that the next time you say a wedding is boring, you’ll remember this one. And the one waiting for you at home tonight, when your father falls asleep.

Marcos looked at his aunt across the dance floor, who returned his gaze with blue eyes full of promises, and then at his mother, who bit the rim of her glass, holding back laughter. We’re the same, he thought. And for the first time all night, he wished the party would never end.