Mom Caught Us and the Confession Changed Everything

—Are you crazy? Your father’s coming in with all the suitcases. Get dressed and come down looking presentable.

—Mom, I swear it’s not what it looks like…

—If I haven’t slapped you, it’s because you’re my son too. What did you tell your sister to convince her?

—Mom, don’t think the worst. We need to talk. We thought you’d talk to Lucía alone first…

—Shut up, Damián. Leave your sister alone and get dressed before your father gets here.

She came closer and pointed at the door with her index finger. I’d known that gesture since I was a child: it meant go out and accept your punishment. Only this time the punishment hadn’t been written yet.

I left the room with my boxer briefs barely pulled up. My cock was still heavy, neither hard nor soft, definitely bigger than normal. I walked to my room with rage climbing up my throat.

Once again, I was the villain. Lucía, in my memory, always ended up as the victim, even though the decisions had never come from me. Memory is selective. She would probably tell the story the other way around.

I couldn’t stay still. I paced from the bed to the window, not knowing what to do with my hands. Then I heard the suitcases in the hallway and my father’s voice heading toward the kitchen.

—What are you doing, shorty?

He opened the door without warning. His gaze lingered a second too long on my crotch. Was my head making it up, or was it really happening?

—Sorry, Dad, I’m getting dressed now. I’m going to the drawer to get some underwear.

—Were you coming out of the shower?

He said it without taking his eyes off the bulge. It wasn’t a tent, but the head was pressing against the fabric. I hesitated over what to answer. I didn’t know how far Mom’s words had gone, or Lucía’s, or what Aunt Marta had told him when she called them at the airport.

—No, I was… getting dressed. I didn’t hear you arrive.

—We came early. Your mother was uneasy; she wanted to see how the house was.

—And what were we supposed to be doing? Where is she?

—Arguing with your sister. You can hear them from the hallway. How was your week?

—Quiet. Studying.

—Good. I’ll let you get on with it.

He closed the door. I felt his eyes on my dick again before the wood hid his face. Like a lightning bolt, I went out to the shared bathroom with Lucía. I wanted to hear the argument from closer up.

When I got in, my sister was sitting on the toilet, wearing only a tank top and shorts pulled down to her ankles. Mom was speaking loudly behind the other door, firing off question after question. Lucía looked at me, surprised. Then she smiled and made a shushing gesture.

She motioned for me to come closer. Without pulling my boxers down, she took out my cock and started kissing it tenderly. I didn’t understand anything. She was crazy. We were a meter from Mom.

—How long has this been going on? —I heard from the other side—. Has he hurt you? Did he force you?

While Mom’s voice trembled, Lucía sucked me with unsettling calm. Each question was another push toward her throat. My cock swelled and Mom’s voice faded.

I grabbed her head with both hands. She had a pro’s throat. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth, her eyes watered, but she didn’t move her face. She accepted every thrust as if she’d been waiting for it.

—I’m going to finish in your mouth —I whispered.

—All the way in —she replied, without taking my cock out—. All your cum is mine.

That line destroyed me. I shoved all the way in and exploded. I felt my dick wrapped in a hot balloon of saliva and semen. Lucía kept everything in her mouth, carefully pulled my cock out so not a drop would be lost. A thread escaped from the corner of her mouth.

She stood up, swallowed while looking me in the eye, came closer and kissed me in silence. I tasted it in my own mouth. It got me hard again on the spot, even more because she’d done it without making a sound.

—Thank you —was all she said.

She straightened her pajamas and opened the other door. Mom was waiting on the other side. For a second, she caught sight of me naked in the bathroom. Her eyes dropped to my member, still wet, as it was losing its rigidity. She shut the door without saying anything.

I pressed my ear to the wood. Lucía spoke softly, slowly, firmly.

—Mom, shut up and listen to me. I’m not a little girl. I know how to take care of myself, and I’m clear about what I want. Look me in the face. Come closer.

—Like this.

—Closer. I want you to see me.

A second of silence.

—Do you know what my mouth smells like, Mom?

—Lucía, you smell like sex. I don’t know how I let this happen. I should have been here.

—I’m fine. Better than ever. What you smell isn’t just cock: it’s your son’s cum. I enjoy sex with Damián like I’ve never enjoyed it with anyone else. Just like you with Aunt Marta when you were young, right?

—What are you saying?

—What you heard. I want you to help us, but not the way you’re imagining. I don’t want to talk to Aunt Marta about the things I should be talking to you about. The things I should always have talked to you about.

The silence lasted too long. I stood breathing against the door, not daring to move. Lucía had played the card we’d been keeping in reserve for months, the one we had no faith in. And she’d hit the mark.

The door flew open. My sister looked at me with a conspiratorial smile.

—Now the two of you talk, the ones with the most doubts. I’ll keep Dad occupied. Don’t come out until you’ve made up your minds.

She went out the other side of the bathroom and closed it behind her. The one with her head screwed on straight that night was her.

***

I was still only wearing my boxers. Mom had black mid-calf leggings with sheer panels on the thighs. Above them, a white tank top with broad shoulders and a sports bra peeking out underneath. Her breasts were larger than Lucía’s, a little saggy with age. She was very tan. Anyone would have guessed her to be ten years younger than the fifty-seven she had.

I looked at her like I never had before. She wasn’t just Mom anymore. Now I had new information, a clearer image of the woman behind her. And that, for the first time, gave me power over her.

She scanned me from head to toe. Her eyes moved from love to hunger.

—Mom, the first thing I need to tell you: I never hurt Lucía. Nothing that happened hurt her. Everything we did was for pleasure and affection.

—Thank you for telling me. To me, you’re still two children I have to look after.

—Do you remember what you used to do with Aunt Marta when you were twenty?

She fell silent. A half smile appeared on her face. For a second it was another face: naughty, sinful, lustful.

—Your aunt and I are a different thing. Starting with the fact that we’re both women.

—It has nothing to do with it. Sex is sex, no matter the gender. And before you keep going: Aunt Marta talked to us when you sent her to keep an eye on us.

—Your aunt is crazy. If it weren’t for me, she’d be lost out in the world.

—Your daughter is just like her. If it weren’t for me, she’d be out looking for someone on the street.

She held my gaze. She was searching my eyes for how far I was willing to go. Then she nodded.

—Thank you for being honest.

—Mom, I’m not made of stone either. It’s not easy with you two in the house. You’re two beautiful women.

—You mean your sister. I agree she’s beautiful.

—Imagine that instead of two sisters there had been three. Everything you lived through with Marta you would have lived through with Lucía.

—Yes.

—It’s hard to hold back the perverse thrill of fucking your own sister, isn’t it?

—Yes.

—Can you imagine Lucía’s ass, standing there, round, in a thong, asking you to split it open and fill her ass with cum?

—Damián, hold back what you’re feeling. It won’t take you anywhere good.

—Mom, I held it back for years. Much longer than you held back with Aunt Marta. Now you get to enjoy things I can only imagine.

—Like what?

—Like watching you suck my cock while Lucía eats your cunt. And then the two of you sharing my cum.

—Damián, this is going to hell.

—Didn’t you ever fantasize about seeing the two of us? About having my cock next to Dad’s, just for you?

I was running wild. Lucía had let something out inside me that very afternoon. I played the strongest card I had and stayed on the edge, waiting.

Mom came closer. She took my face by the chin and brought her mouth to my ear.

—Lucía won’t be the only one in this family enjoying your cock. I can promise you that. At the bottom of my dirtiest fantasies, it’s always you two. A threesome like the one you mentioned, and worse things too. The question is: are you willing to step into that place?

My cock was harder than ever. The way she talked made me weak in the knees. Without pulling away, Mom took off her tank top and sports bra. She pressed herself to my body until her nipples touched my chest. My heart pounded against hers.

She dropped to her knees and pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang free and hit her cheek. She rested her face against the hot shaft and closed her eyes. She inhaled. She still smelled like Lucía’s mouth.

—Your cock is gorgeous, son. I’m wet just looking at it.

She carefully pulled back the skin. She kissed the head as if it were a little peck from an old married couple. Then she looked up at me from below.

—Can I fuck you?

The question jolted me. I had cum several times that day. I knew it would take a while and that the orgasm would be brutal when it came, but there wasn’t much cum left. I didn’t want to disappoint her.

I didn’t answer in words. I grabbed her hair with one hand and my cock with the other. I put it in her mouth and pushed. I stretched her lips. Mom moaned in concentration, one hand rubbing between her legs over the leggings.

She stood up. She pulled down the leggings and panties in one movement, dropped the fabric on the floor, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. She braced her shoulders on the pillow and spread her ass cheeks with both hands.

Her cunt was soaking, with thick lips no thong could have contained. She moistened two fingers in her own folds and ran them over her hole. She opened and closed it at will, as if she’d trained it for years.

I spit into my palm, rubbed the spit over the head, and pushed. The head went in all at once.

—Damián! You put it in so nicely. Leave it there, let my ass feel you.

She started clenching her asshole hard. The head of my cock was trapped in her ring, throbbing. I’d never felt anything like it.

I didn’t hold back. I buried it in one thrust.

—Mom, I’ve wanted this ass for a long time.

—Put it all in me. Fill me with cock, son.

She was rubbing her clit hard. The bed creaked beneath us.

—I’m about to come. Keep going. Open my ass, bastard.

I fucked her like a madman. Every time the head slipped out and went back in, I shuddered all over. Mom closed her legs around mine and came with a muffled cry against the pillow. I felt the throbbing of her asshole around my cock for eternal seconds. She pressed the palm of her hand over her clit to block any more friction, letting the wave die down on its own.

Then she slowly let herself fall forward, letting me slide out. She rolled over and looked at my still-hard cock.

—You didn’t come? How beautiful youth is.

—It’s not that, Mom. I already did it several times today.

Her face changed. She took it as a challenge.

—We started this too late. My cunt is already open. But years made me an expert at sucking cock.

—Mom, what’s gotten into you? You’re turning into a real slut.

—You just don’t know me like that yet.

She came closer, spit on the head, and took it into her mouth slowly.

—My ass is clean, but the smell of ass on a cock drives me crazy —she murmured—. I’d love to taste your sister’s juices straight from here. Have you fill both our faces. We’d run our tongues over each other to gather it all up and swallow.

Every word was another suck. That mouth, after fifty years of practice, knew exactly where to squeeze. I started to cum: a hot stream, almost liquid but forceful. The first shot up and landed on her cheekbone. The second went straight onto her tongue. The third she met with circular motions that shook me to my core.

I couldn’t believe how much of a slut my mother was. And how late I’d found out.

***

Lucía.

After leaving Damián and Mom talking, I went to Dad’s room. I found him standing in the middle of it, hands on his head and a defeated look on his face, staring at the open box on the bed. All his toys from his secret sex shop. All the treasures that had opened the door to a new family life for us.

I walked in, interrupting his thoughts.

—Daddy, I’m convinced bisexual people are the ones who enjoy pleasure the most. I want you to help me with that.