Marcos Had Been Looking at His Mother That Way for Years

Carmen was drying the last of the dishes when she heard the first dull thud against the hallway wall. She didn’t need to lean out to know what that sound meant. She had heard it too many times in her own life, decades ago, not to recognize it.

She walked over slowly, quietly. The door to the ironing room was ajar. Through the crack she saw the hips of her son-in-law Rodrigo moving with brutal rhythm, driving in with his cock buried to the hilt, while his hands gripped Laura’s hips hard. His youngest daughter. Sandra’s sister. Laura was bent over the ironing board, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her panties hanging off one ankle and her breasts swaying beneath her wrinkled blouse with every thrust. Carmen watched Rodrigo bury his cock to the balls, watched Laura’s cunt dripping and making wet noises every time he drove into her with a hard jerk.

—Fuck me harder, asshole —Laura panted, biting her lip so she wouldn’t scream—. Tear my cunt apart, give it all to me.

—Shut up, whore —Rodrigo growled, sinking into her with a thrust that made the board tremble—. They’ll hear us. But look how tight this fucking cunt is.

Rodrigo grabbed her by the hair, yanked it, and fucked her with more rage, slamming his hips against Laura’s ass with a wet, obscene thudding. Laura smothered a moan, pushing her ass back to take every stroke. Carmen saw her son-in-law’s cock going in and out, drenched in her daughter’s juices, the veins standing out, shining under the room’s yellow light.

—I’m gonna come, you son of a bitch —Laura moaned—. Come inside, come inside me, fill me up.

Rodrigo gripped her hips with both hands and sped up. Carmen heard the broken gasps, the smack of skin hitting skin, Laura’s muffled moan as she came in spasms that shook her whole ass. And then Rodrigo’s guttural growl as he emptied himself inside her, ropes of semen overflowing Laura’s cunt and running down her thighs.

She shut the door all the way and stood still in the hallway, the kitchen towel clenched in her hands. That was when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She saw Marcos, Sandra and Rodrigo’s oldest son, coming down. Nineteen years old, just turned, tall like his father, with the same light eyes that noticed everything even when he seemed to be looking nowhere in particular.

Marcos had seen it too. That was clear from the smile he was wearing when he reached the last step.

***

In the kitchen, father and son looked at each other for a second that stretched too long. Rodrigo had buttoned his trousers quickly and sat down on the wooden chair beside the table, in that strained posture of someone trying to look normal.

—I know what you were doing —Marcos said, without raising his voice, without any drama—. With Aunt Laura.

Rodrigo ran one hand slowly over the back of his neck.

—Marcos, listen to me.

—I am listening, Dad. But first tell me how long you’ve been fucking her.

—That doesn’t matter now.

—It matters to me. —Marcos opened the fridge, took out a soda, and popped it open calmly—. Because if I tell Mom you were burying your cock in her sister against the ironing board, the marriage is over. And that won’t do you any favors either.

Rodrigo looked at him for a long moment.

—What do you want?

Marcos took a sip, set the bottle on the counter, and turned to face his father.

—I want Mom. I want to fuck her.

The silence that followed was thick and lasted several seconds.

—You’re crazy —Rodrigo said very quietly.

—Maybe. But I’ve been jerking off thinking about her for years and it hasn’t gone away. —He said it without aggression, without shame, with the same calm he had used to open the soda—. She’s the hottest woman I know. That ass, those tits... I get hard every time she walks by. I can’t control that.

—Marcos, she’s your mother.

—I know perfectly well.

Rodrigo stood up and took two steps toward him.

—I can’t hand your own mother over to you. What’s wrong with you?

—Dad, you just came inside your sister-in-law’s cunt in the ironing room. I saw you filling Aunt Laura’s pussy. You’re not in a position to talk to me about boundaries.

Rodrigo didn’t answer.

—Do we have a deal? —Marcos asked, and he asked it as if he already knew the answer.

***

Carmen heard the click of the front door and rushed into the hallway. Sandra appeared in the doorway taking off her jacket, with that relaxed expression of someone arriving at her mother’s house expecting coffee and peace.

—Daughter! —Carmen exclaimed, and in that single sound she put everything she couldn’t say.

Sandra was thirty-eight and wearing tight black jeans that showed off broad, generous hips, a round, high ass that stretched the fabric to the edge of indecency. Her hair was gathered into a high ponytail. The fitted blouse outlined two big breasts rising and falling with every breath. She had the unconcerned air of a Sunday afternoon.

—Mom, what’s wrong? You look nervous.

—No, no, it’s just that... your husband and Marcos are in the kitchen and I don’t think it’s the best time for...

—Why wouldn’t it be? —Sandra was already walking that way.

Carmen followed, not knowing what to say.

***

The kitchen smelled of hours-old coffee. Rodrigo was seated at the table and Marcos was leaning against the counter when Sandra came in. Both looked at her at the same time, with a millisecond too much attention that Sandra didn’t notice.

—What a surprise! —she said, and went to Marcos to kiss him on the cheek—. What are you two doing here without telling me?

—I came with Tomás —Marcos said—. He’s upstairs with his girlfriend.

—Tomás already has a girlfriend? Oh, we have to meet her.

—Later, later —murmured Carmen from the doorway.

Rodrigo stood and kissed his wife on the lips.

—Honey, you look very pretty today.

—Yeah? —Sandra turned with an unconcerned smile—. I’ve had these jeans on since nine this morning, I haven’t dressed up at all.

—You don’t need to dress up —said Marcos, and he said it with a calm that made Rodrigo glance at him sideways.

Sandra laughed.

—You’re in such a gallant mood today.

—It’s just true. —Marcos didn’t take his eyes off her—. Dad’s very lucky to have you around every day.

—Looks like the men in this house are being very affectionate this afternoon. —Sandra opened the cupboard, looking for something.

—You know what I envy about your father? —Marcos said.

Sandra turned, confused by the tone.

—Envy? Of what?

—Having you around every day. Having a woman like you. —Marcos said it slowly, his eyes fixed on her ass—. When I find someone, I want her to be like you.

—Oh, son, you’re still very young. You’ll find her.

—I don’t think so, Mom. —He smiled faintly—. Girls my age aren’t like you. They don’t have that ass, those hips, those tits.

—Marcos! —Sandra opened her eyes wide, but didn’t turn to look at him.

Rodrigo came up behind Sandra and put his hands on her waist.

—The boy’s right, honey. You look spectacular. Any man would get hard just seeing you.

—Rodrigo! —Sandra half-turned, uncomfortable—. The kid’s here.

—The kid’s already nineteen, woman. And he already fucks like a grown man.

—And besides —said Marcos—, a couple needs trust. I’m glad you two have that.

Sandra looked from one to the other. Something in that kitchen didn’t add up, but she couldn’t name it.

—You know what I like about you, Mom? —Marcos went on—. That you don’t realize how hot you are. And that makes you even more fuckable.

—Marcos, stop it —Sandra said, though without real harshness.

—I’m just saying what I think. —He shrugged—. Your hips, your hair, your face, those tits showing under your blouse... I don’t know any woman with that combination.

Rodrigo said nothing. He watched.

—Oh, son, I’m your mother! —Sandra exclaimed, half embarrassed, half something harder to define.

—I know. I’m not disrespecting you. I’m just being honest. You make me hard, Mom. Right now I’m hard because of you.

Sandra swallowed. She didn’t answer.

Rodrigo came closer again and gave his wife’s ass a firm smack, making the denim bounce.

—Rodrigo! —Sandra protested.

—Did that bother you? —he asked, smiling, and kneaded one whole cheek with his open hand.

Sandra opened her mouth. Closed it.

—Well... no. But the kid’s here.

—The kid’s a man now, woman. And he has eyes. He can see perfectly well what a nice ass you’ve got.

—It’s true, Mom —Marcos said, in a lower voice—. I couldn’t restrain myself either.

Sandra looked at both of them and there was something in her expression that hovered between indignation and a curiosity she didn’t want to admit. She felt her cunt getting wet under her jeans, and hated feeling it.

—You should turn around for a moment —Rodrigo said.

—What?

—So Marcos can see that ass. That’s all.

—Rodrigo, what’s wrong with you today?

—Honey, the boy’s been looking at you for years and never said a word. Don’t you think he deserves...?

—No. —Sandra cut him off—. I’m his mother.

Marcos said nothing. He just kept looking at her with that patience of his that was starting to seem different from how she remembered it. Without wanting to, she could see the bulge in her son’s trousers.

Rodrigo stood behind her and spoke very close to her ear, one hand sliding under her blouse, up her stomach.

—Just turn around. For a second. That’s all. Let him see your ass. Let him get really hard.

***

She didn’t know why she did it.

Maybe it was Rodrigo’s quiet insistence, because he had always known how to persuade her without raising his voice. Maybe it was something that had gone unnamed for weeks, something in the way Marcos had looked at her for months, with that calm that wasn’t indifference but quite the opposite.

Sandra turned halfway around.

Behind her, the silence lasted several seconds. Sandra felt her son’s eyes locked on her ass, tracing it, measuring it, stripping it mentally naked.

—Jesus —Marcos murmured—. Fuck, Mom, what an ass.

Sandra said nothing. She felt the weight of that gaze on her back like something physical, like heat. And between her legs, the wetness was starting to soak her panties.

—Can I touch you? —Marcos asked.

—No.

—Just your hips.

—No.

—For a moment. Just for a moment. Let me touch you, Mom.

Rodrigo stepped in front of her and held her face with both hands.

—Look at me. We’re your family. Nothing’s going to happen to you. He’s just going to touch you a little. He’s your son, he wants to feel you.

—This is wrong, Rodrigo.

—Is it? Really? —He kissed her slowly, sliding his tongue into her mouth—. The boy wants you. I want you. There’s nobody else in this kitchen.

Marcos came up behind her without waiting for any more permission. He put his hands on his mother’s hips very slowly, as if testing something he thought might break. Sandra didn’t move.

Marcos’s hands slid downward, squeezing with a firmness that wasn’t rough but deliberate. He grabbed both cheeks over the jeans, squeezing, kneading, feeling the flesh give and return. The denim yielded under his fingers and he took note of every inch of his mother’s big, firm ass.

—Mom —he murmured, and there was something in that word Sandra hadn’t heard before.

—Marcos —she answered, and she didn’t know if it was a warning or something else.

—Does it bother you that I’m touching your ass?

Sandra didn’t answer.

Rodrigo kissed her again, slower, and unbuttoned the first buttons of her blouse. He pulled one breast out of the bra and started sucking the nipple until it hardened. He ran a hand over the back of her neck and held her while he sucked.

—See what you do to her? —he said between licks—. See what it does to have you here, with that body, no underwear under those jeans, you filthy slut?

—I’m wearing panties —Sandra panted.

—Not for much longer.

Marcos pushed his hips against her lightly and she felt her son’s hard cock pressing against her ass through the fabric. Sandra noticed what she noticed and didn’t name it. Rodrigo held her steady when she leaned her elbows on the counter.

This can’t be happening, she thought. This can’t be happening and I’m not moving. And my cunt is soaked.

But she didn’t move.

***

What followed happened step by step, as if each moment needed the previous one to justify it. Rodrigo unbuttoned her jeans, lowered the zipper and slid them down her hips slowly, pulling them to her knees. Her white cotton panties were stuck to her cunt, with a dark wet patch right in the center.

—Look how wet your mother is —Rodrigo told Marcos over Sandra’s shoulder—. She’s dripping.

—Fuck —Marcos whispered.

Marcos pulled her panties down with two fingers, drawing them out from under her ass until they were halfway down her thigh. Sandra’s ass was bared, round, white, with the perfect flesh of a woman who had given birth twice and hadn’t lost her firmness. Marcos took what he found with more confidence than before, kneading her without hurry, learning a shape he had spent years secretly imagining while jerking off in his room.

—Mom, you’re perfect —he murmured, spreading her cheeks with his thumbs, looking at his mother’s cunt for the first time—. Fuck, you’re soaked.

—Don’t say that —Sandra replied, but her voice no longer carried the weight it needed to.

Marcos knelt and ran his tongue over her cunt from bottom to top, licking her whole, sucking the swollen lips and getting to the clit. Sandra smothered a moan and gripped the edge of the counter with both hands.

—Oh, Marcos, no —she panted—. Don’t do that.

But he did. He drove his tongue into her cunt and started eating her out hungrily, sucking, licking, pushing his tongue in deep. He circled her clit with his lips and sucked it, and Sandra let out a moan that escaped her throat before she could stop it.

—Shut that cunt up, Mom —Marcos said between licks—. It’s delicious.

Rodrigo, meanwhile, had already pulled down his trousers and taken out his cock. It was hard, thick, still shining with the remains of the semen he had emptied into Laura. He stood in front of Sandra and lifted her chin with two fingers.

—Suck me, honey. While the boy eats your cunt, you can suck me off.

Sandra opened her mouth without thinking and Rodrigo shoved his cock in all at once. He grabbed her hair, tugging on the ponytail, and started fucking her mouth with short, deep thrusts. Sandra felt the tip hitting the back of her throat and let herself go, let herself go because Marcos’s tongue on her clit left her unable to think of anything else but coming.

—Suck it, slut —Rodrigo panted—. Suck your husband’s cock while your son eats you out.

Marcos slipped two fingers into her cunt, curling them, searching for the spot he had read about online. Sandra squeezed the walls around those fingers and felt the first wave start to rise. Marcos sped up, licking the clit with the tip of his tongue while finger-fucking her, and Sandra came with a muffled cry around Rodrigo’s cock in her mouth. Her cunt tightened all the way and gushed over her son’s fingers.

—She came —said Marcos, pulling out the shiny fingers and sucking them one by one—. Mom came with me.

Rodrigo pulled his cock out of Sandra’s mouth, leaving her gasping with a string of saliva hanging from her chin.

—Put her head on the counter —he told Marcos—. And stick it in. You can’t hold back anymore.

Marcos pulled his cock out of his pants. It was painfully hard, long, with thick veins, the tip red and dripping. He positioned himself behind his mother, ran it over her ass cheeks, rubbed it along the slit of her cunt, and then pressed it to the entrance of Sandra’s soaked pussy.

—Mom —he murmured—. I’m going to put it in.

—Marcos, no...

—Yes.

He penetrated her in one shove, sinking to the balls in his mother’s cunt. Sandra let out a hoarse cry, clutched the counter, and Marcos froze for a second, holding on, with his cock buried all the way inside the cunt where he had been conceived nineteen years earlier.

—Fuck, Mom, you’re so tight —he panted—. Tight like a virgin cunt.

—Move, you son of a bitch —Sandra whispered, and surprised herself when she heard it—. Move already.

Marcos started fucking her. At first slowly, coming out almost all the way and pushing back in, learning the rhythm. Then faster, gripping her hips with both hands, slamming his pelvis against his mother’s ass with a wet, obscene slap. The kitchen filled with the sounds of bodies, Sandra’s moans that she no longer tried to hide, Marcos’s ragged gasps, and the dull impacts of flesh against flesh.

Rodrigo stood to one side, cock in hand, watching his son fuck his wife. He came up in front of Sandra and shoved his cock into her mouth again.

—Look at me while he fucks you, honey. Look at me. Only me.

Sandra looked at him, with her mouth full of her husband’s cock and her cunt wrecked by her son’s cock. Behind her, Marcos kept his own pace, clumsy and meticulous at the same time, with an intensity that unsettled her because it was new and because it came from him.

He’s my son, she thought. What’s going into my cunt is my son’s cock.

Rodrigo drowned out the thought with another thrust into her mouth.

—Don’t think —he told her—. Just feel the boy fucking you. Feel your own son putting it in.

Marcos’s hips found a brutal rhythm. He grabbed her ponytail with one hand, pulling her back, and with the other gave her ass a hard slap that left the red mark of his five fingers. Sandra dug her fingers into the edge of the counter and closed her eyes.

—Dad, I’m putting her on all fours —Marcos said.

—Yeah, put her there —Rodrigo answered, pulling his cock out of his wife’s mouth.

Together they laid her on the kitchen floor, on the cold tiles. Sandra got on all fours, ass raised and back arched. Marcos got behind her and shoved it back in, this time all the way in one thrust. Rodrigo stood in front of her and presented his cock to her face.

—Keep sucking, slut. Keep going.

Sandra opened her mouth and Rodrigo shoved it in again. The double penetration made her lose her mind. Marcos fucked her from behind with the desperation of years, and Rodrigo fucked her mouth with the calm of someone who had already emptied himself once that afternoon. The kitchen smelled of sex, sweat, and wet cunt.

—Mom, I can’t anymore —Marcos panted, clinging to Sandra’s hips—. I’m gonna come.

—Come inside —said Rodrigo, moving away from his wife’s mouth—. Fill your mother’s cunt with cum.

—Yes —Sandra panted without thinking, without believing herself—. Come inside, son, come inside Mom.

Marcos sped up. The last thrusts were savage, hitting the bottom of his mother’s cunt with every stroke. Sandra felt her son’s cock swell inside her, felt it get even harder a moment before it burst. Marcos let out a guttural moan that wasn’t a shout but something more honest and more naked, and he emptied himself inside her in hot spurts that Sandra felt splashing her inner walls again and again. She came with the second spurt, with the spasms of her cunt milking Marcos’s cock to the very last drop.

Then Rodrigo grabbed her by the hair, lifted her face, and came over her, thick ropes of semen falling on her forehead, cheeks, lips, chin. Sandra opened her mouth to swallow what was coming in and licked her lips full of cum.

Then, silence.

Marcos rested his forehead on his mother’s back, still with his cock inside, feeling his semen run down her thighs. His breathing was completely wrecked and his hands still gripped Sandra’s hips.

—Thank you —he murmured. Just that.

In that word there was something that wasn’t only physical satisfaction. Something else. More defenseless, more honest than Sandra had expected. Something that stayed floating in the kitchen long after everything was over.

***

Rodrigo was the first to step away. He went to the tap, washed his hands, wiped his cock with a damp cloth, looked for a glass of water. Marcos finally pulled his dick out of his mother’s cunt, and a thick jet of semen came out behind it and slid down her thighs to her knees. Sandra slowly sat up, without looking at either of them, and dressed in silence, methodically, as if she could also order what had just happened with the same mechanical motion of fastening a button. She wiped the semen off her face with a piece of paper, pulled her panties back up, still feeling her son’s cum dripping inside her, and buttoned her jeans.

—Are you okay? —Rodrigo asked.

—Yes —she said.

—Are you sure?

—I said yes.

Marcos was still leaning on the counter, his cock still out, half-flaccid and shiny with the juices from his mother’s cunt, looking at her with an expression that mixed something like gratitude with something like belated shame.

—Mom —he began.

—Not now —Sandra said without turning around.

She left the kitchen unhurried but without pause, with that way of walking she had when she didn’t want anyone to see her face. She could feel the semen sliding down the inside of her thighs with every step.

Carmen was in the hallway, the kitchen towel still in her hands, exactly as she had been an hour earlier, as if she hadn’t moved a muscle the entire time. She looked at Sandra when Sandra passed by her side.

—Don’t say anything, Mom —Sandra murmured.

Carmen said nothing.

***

Upstairs, Laura came out of the bathroom with wet hair and a somewhat clearer head. She had brushed her teeth twice after sucking Rodrigo’s cock until he came the first time, before he fucked her against the ironing board. She had promised herself that what had happened that afternoon with Rodrigo had been a mistake that wouldn’t happen again, that tomorrow everything would be normal, that she could control herself even though she still felt her brother-in-law’s semen leaking out of her cunt.

She opened the door to the ironing room to look for a clean towel.

Tomás was inside. Alone. With his cock hard in one hand and in the other a pair of black lace panties Laura recognized at once: the ones she remembered leaving on the chair two hours earlier, after Rodrigo had ripped them off her. Her nephew was rubbing them over his face, smelling them, while he jerked off furiously.

Her son looked at her with wide eyes and a paralyzed body, with his cock still in his hand.

Laura didn’t say anything for a second that seemed to last much longer. She looked at her nephew’s cock, hard, dripping, and then at her own panties, soaked with another man’s semen in his hand.

Then she closed the door slowly. From the inside. With her in it.

In this house everyone has their secrets, she thought as she walked toward Tomás without taking her eyes off his cock. And today they all came out into the light at once.