My Family Decided to Grant Me a Forbidden Fantasy

Sunday lunch was ending when Mariana started clearing the plates. At forty, she was still the one who cleared the table, with no one questioning the custom. Esteban, her husband, watched her from the head of the table with that half-smile she had recognized for two decades: he was up to something.

—Stop —he said—. Don’t move yet.

Lucía and Tomás let out a rehearsed giggle. Mariana froze with the stack of plates in her hands and raised an eyebrow.

—What are you three up to? —she asked.

—We’ve got a surprise for you —Lucía replied—. Something you’ve been wanting for a long time.

—Close your eyes, Mom —Tomás added.

Mariana obeyed, with a mix of curiosity and mild impatience. She heard footsteps, a drawer opening, and the three of them holding their breath. When they told her to look, there was a long box in front of her, wrapped in gold paper, and three expectant faces waiting for her reaction.

—Open it —Esteban asked.

Inside was a mahogany-colored leather handbag, with a discreet, elegant finish. Mariana lifted it carefully and a rough idea of the price crossed her mind. It wasn’t cheap. She made the effort, beamed, and hugged it to her chest.

—It’s beautiful —she said—. Really, it’s beautiful. Thank you.

Esteban frowned. They knew each other too well.

—You don’t like it —he said.

—I do like it —she protested—. It’s just that…

—Just what?

Mariana set the handbag on the table. She looked at her two children, now adults, and at her husband, who was still focused on every gesture. She swallowed.

—When you said it was something I’d been waiting for, I imagined something else —she murmured—. Something you can’t even imagine, something I don’t even dare name. Better forget it, it was stupid.

—Mom, now you’ve got us curious —Lucía said—. Spit it out.

—Don’t insist, sweetheart.

—No, I’m insisting. If it’s something you wanted, say it. Today’s your day.

—It’s something… a little unorthodox.

Tomás sat down in front of her. He had just turned twenty-one and still had that boyish face Mariana found hard to leave behind. He took her hand over the table.

—Mom. Whatever. A trip? A car? Say it and we’ll get it for you.

She stayed silent for a few seconds. Then she let go of her son’s hand, brought both of hers to her face, and covered her eyes like a teenager caught in a lie.

—What I want —she said, against her palms— is to fuck the three of you. Once. Just once. For the three of you to take me until I’m drained dry.

The silence in the dining room grew thick. Mariana slowly took her hands away from her face. Esteban’s mouth was half open. Lucía had stopped breathing. Tomás had gone red all the way to his ears.

—Mom —Lucía whispered—. Are you serious?

—Forget it —she said, getting to her feet—. Bad timing, I shouldn’t have…

—Sit down —Esteban cut in. His voice wasn’t angry. It was something else.

Mariana sat down.

—We’ve been together twenty years —he went on, looking at her fixedly—. And you’d never told me that.

—Because I thought I’d never be able to say it out loud.

—And why today?

—Because they asked me what I wanted. And for once I wanted to answer honestly.

Tomás stood up abruptly, as if he were going to run off, but stayed by his chair. Lucía was biting her lip. Mariana felt the blush creeping up from her neck.

—It’s fine —she said, trying to smile—. Let’s forget this. I love the handbag. Let’s have coffee.

—No —Lucía said.

All three looks turned to the daughter. She was twenty-four, with hair dyed a reddish brown and a small tattoo peeking out from under the sleeve of her dress. Mariana had always been surprised by how self-assured her daughter seemed, far more than she herself had been at that age.

—No —Lucía repeated—. We’re not going to tell her to forget something she took twenty years to ask for. If she said it, she said it. Let’s talk about it.

—Lucía —Tomás murmured, still red—. She’s our mother.

—I know. Exactly. For everything she did for us. And honestly, it’s turning me on too, why lie.

Mariana felt tears prick at her eyes, without really knowing why. Esteban put an arm around her and kissed her temple.

—Let’s go to the bedroom —he said quietly, to the two children—. Come with me. Now.

***

The master bedroom smelled of Esteban’s cologne and the dried flowers Mariana kept in a bowl on the dresser. The curtains were half drawn and the afternoon sun came in slanted bands across the bed.

No one spoke. Mariana was the first to take off her dress, slowly, giving the others time to back out if they wanted. No one backed out. She stood there in a black bra and panties and watched the three pairs of eyes travel over her from head to toe. Esteban unbuttoned his shirt without looking away from her, then slid off his trousers: his cock was already pushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, thick, prominent. Lucía pulled hers off over her head with a quick motion and stayed in her underwear, arms crossed over her chest, not from modesty but from something closer to concentration; her nipples stood out hard under the lace. Tomás was last, so shy it was almost endearing, until he pulled down his pants and it became obvious how hard he was: his cock straining against the fabric of his briefs, a wet ring at the tip.

—Come here —Mariana said, opening her arms.

She said it the way she used to when she hugged them after nightmares when they were little, and that same voice was what finally broke the barrier. Her two children came closer and the three of them embraced standing up, beside the bed. Mariana felt the two different skins: Lucía’s soft, cool; Tomás’s hotter, more nervous, and her son’s cock accidentally pressing against her hip through his briefs. Esteban came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck, while yanking her bra undone with a tug.

—Slowly —she asked them, as her breasts were bared and she felt four hands rise at once—. We’re not in a hurry. There’s enough for everyone.

She kissed Lucía first. It was a long kiss, with none of the urgency she had imagined. Her daughter’s tongue sought hers with a determination that surprised her: it slid into her mouth, sucking her lower lip, biting it, playing the tip of her tongue against hers. At the same time, Lucía grabbed one breast with her hand and pinched the nipple between her fingers, gently at first, then harder, until Mariana moaned into the kiss.

—I wasn’t expecting this —Mariana murmured when they broke apart.

—Neither was I —Lucía said, her lips shining—. We’ll clear the air later. Right now I want to see you come.

Then Mariana turned to Tomás. She kissed him more carefully, aware that everything was new for him. She felt his jaw tremble at first, until he got used to it and kissed her back with awkward hunger. She slid a hand over his stomach and grabbed his cock through his briefs: it was hard as a rock, throbbing against her palm. Tomás let out a gasp into her mouth.

—You’re already ready, my love —Mariana whispered—. Don’t hold back, there’s time.

—Mom… —he moaned.

Meanwhile, Esteban was pulling her panties down over her hips with the patience of a man who had all the time in the world. When he had her completely naked, he ran two fingers through her cunt from back to front and lifted them shiny with moisture.

—Look how your mother is —he said, showing them to the children—. Soaked.

Lucía came closer, took her father’s wrist, and sucked his fingers without taking her eyes off Mariana. Mariana felt a jolt between her legs at the sight of her daughter tasting her.

—Are you okay, Mom? —Tomás asked, turning his face away a little, still straining in his briefs.

—Better than I expected —she answered—. And you?

He nodded.

—It’s the first time I’ve… —he started, then stopped.

—I figured. Come sit on the bed.

She knelt between her son’s legs and pulled down his briefs. His cock sprang upward, hard, the head reddened and dripping. Mariana took it by the base and looked at it for a second with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

—I didn’t want to tell you like this —he murmured.

—Tomás —Mariana said, looking him in the eye with his cock clenched in her hand—. You don’t have to prove anything to me. If at any moment you want to stop, we stop. But if you don’t, your mother is going to teach you how to fuck.

—I don’t want to stop.

She bent down and ran her tongue the full length of it, from the base to the head. Then she took it into her mouth slowly, first the tip, sucking it with tight lips, then farther in, until she felt it swell against her palate. Tomás threw his head back, his hands gripping the sheet, moaning her name through clenched teeth. Mariana pulled back, spat on the head, and sucked him again, this time bobbing her head up and down in a slow rhythm, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked, strings of saliva hanging from her lower lip when she let go to take a breath.

—Like that, Mom, like that… —he panted—. Don’t stop… fuck…

Lucía had knelt down beside them and was watching, one hand inside her own panties. Esteban, behind Mariana, was licking her cunt from behind while she sucked her son’s cock. Mariana felt her husband’s tongue go in and out, up to lick her asshole, then back down into her juices.

—You’re going to make me come —Tomás muttered.

—Not yet, baby —Mariana told him, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop—. Save it for inside me.

***

They lay down on the master bed in no defined order. Mariana found herself on her back with Lucía on her left, Tomás on her right, and Esteban at her feet. She felt her daughter’s mouth on one breast and her son’s on the other, the two out of sync, which multiplied the sensations instead of making them uniform. Lucía sucked her whole nipple, let it go, bit it very gently, then sucked it again; Tomás copied her on the other side, learning by imitation, becoming surer each time. Esteban kissed the inside of her thighs without touching her cunt yet, though it was a centimeter away.

—You’re an asshole —she told him, laughing—. You know I hate it when you make me wait. Eat me out already, damn it, I’m dripping.

—That’s why I’m doing it.

Lucía sought her mouth again. Mariana stroked the back of her neck, ran her fingers through her hair, felt the weight of her daughter’s head against her neck. Esteban finally moved up with his tongue, parted her lips with two fingers, and buried his mouth on her clit. Mariana arched her back against the mattress and let out a muffled cry against her daughter’s tongue.

—There, there, my love —she panted—. Not so fast. It lasts longer that way.

Esteban obeyed and slowed down: he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue in slow circles, sucked it whole now and then, then plunged his tongue into her cunt and came back up. Meanwhile he slid two fingers inside her, curved them, and started stroking her from within, searching for the spot he had had mapped out with surgical precision for twenty years.

—Dad is doing something very well —Lucía commented, looking over her mother’s shoulder—. Look how she’s moving.

—Show me —Tomás whispered.

—Later. Now suck her tits.

Tomás had gone out for water for a moment and came back with a bottle. He stood by the bed, his cock still hard and bobbing, watching them, and Mariana held out her hand to him.

—Come here, son. Don’t leave me alone with these two.

That made him laugh and let out the breath he’d been holding. He climbed onto the bed, settled beside Mariana, and kissed her again, this time with more confidence, with tongue. She grabbed his cock and started stroking him slowly, circling the head with her hand each time she came up.

—Now kiss my neck —she told him, and he obeyed—. Like that. Slower. Now the tits again. Suck them hard, my love, don’t be afraid. You’ve got plenty of time to learn.

—I want to learn everything.

—I’m going to teach you everything.

Lucía shifted position and placed herself between Mariana’s legs, gently moving her father aside. She yanked off her panties, stayed naked, and spread her mother’s thighs with both hands. Esteban laughed and moved to the side, cock in hand.

—Ladies first —he conceded.

—Oh, daughter —Mariana murmured when she felt Lucía’s mouth close over her cunt—. Oh, Lucía…

—Shut up, Mom —her daughter answered without lifting her head—. Enjoy it.

Lucía had another technique: slower, more sucking, more feminine. She licked her clit with the flat of her tongue, then trapped it between her lips and sucked carefully, then plunged her tongue deep into her cunt. She slid her arms under Mariana’s thighs and held her by the hips to press her against her mouth. Mariana started trembling, moving her hips against her daughter’s face, unable to hide it.

—I’m going to come —she panted—. Lucía, baby, I’m going to come in your mouth…

—Come —Esteban said, watching her from above while stroking himself slowly.

—Come, Mom —Tomás repeated in her ear, his hand now on her breast.

And Mariana came. With a rough cry, long, in waves, pressing Lucía’s head against her cunt with both hands, soaking her face. Her daughter did not move away until the last spasm faded, and when she lifted her face it was shining from chin to forehead.

No one’s taking this away from me, Mariana thought, and closed her eyes for a second so she wouldn’t cry.

***

When she opened them again, Esteban was lying on his back on his side of the bed and she had climbed on top of him, impaled on his cock. They knew each other so well that the body moved on its own: she had ridden him until she found the exact angle, with her hands braced on his chest, moving her hips in slow circles that drew low growls from Esteban. Lucía and Tomás were watching from the other side of the mattress, she stroking her brother’s hair and playing with his cock at the same time, with leisurely calm, like someone keeping an engine warm without revving it.

—When’s my turn? —Tomás asked in a whisper almost inaudible.

Esteban turned his head toward him without stopping the rhythm, his hands clutching Mariana’s hips.

—That’s up to your mother.

Mariana laughed, never stopping her movement, feeling her husband’s cock driving into her to the hilt with each descent. She stretched out one arm and beckoned Tomás closer. She kissed the palm of his hand, his knuckles, then his mouth, and bit his lip.

—Not there, son —she whispered, indicating down with her chin—. That belongs to your father. I’ve got another place for you.

She took his hand and brought it to her ass.

—Here —she whispered—. From behind. Can you handle that?

Tomás nodded, eyes wide open. He blushed again, but didn’t move. Mariana smiled at him.

—Don’t be scared. I’ll guide you. Lucía, sweetheart, pass me the oil from the drawer.

Lucía obeyed with a speed that made it clear she had been waiting for the order. She came back with a small bottle, knelt behind her brother, and poured oil over his cock, coating it carefully. Then she grabbed it with her hand and stroked it twice, smiling over her shoulder.

—He’s ready, Mom —she announced.

She took care of Mariana too: she spread her buttocks apart with both hands and drizzled oil between them, then slowly slid one finger inside, then two, until Mariana moaned and clenched her teeth against her husband’s chest.

—She’s ready now —Lucía said.

Tomás settled behind her without taking his eyes off her over her shoulder. Lucía, kneeling beside him, guided the head with her hand and showed him where to press. Mariana felt the head of her son’s cock pushing against her asshole, and took a deep breath.

—Slowly, my love —she asked—. Little by little.

Tomás pushed. At first it didn’t give, but then the muscle opened and the tip slid in suddenly. Mariana let out a long moan that was swallowed by Lucía’s tongue, which had sought her mouth just for that, to muffle it.

—Easy —she told Tomás, without moving her mouth far from Lucía’s—. A little more. Put it all the way in. You’ve got your mother.

Tomás fucked her to the hilt, with a clumsy, moving care that was almost heartbreaking. Mariana was impaled between father and son, with the two cocks separated by a thin wall of flesh, feeling them move inside her at the same time.

—Fuck —Esteban panted from below—. I can feel her, son.

—Me too —Tomás muttered, dazed.

Esteban, below, set the pace from underneath, patient and steady. Tomás found his own after a few minutes: at first shy, short; then deeper, with his hands gripping his mother’s hips. Mariana felt supported by all three, as if their bodies formed a precise architecture made for her alone. Lucía bit her lower lip softly whenever she felt her tremble, and with one hand she searched between her legs for her clit and rubbed it in quick circles.

—You’re splitting me open, son —Mariana panted—. Fuck me harder, don’t hold back.

—Mom, I’m going to come… —Tomás moaned.

—Come inside, my love —she told him—. Inside. Now.

Tomás came with a broken moan, driving into her three, four more times, emptying himself inside his mother. Mariana felt the pulses and shuddered all over. Esteban, still inside her, took the chance to start fucking her harder from below. Lucía, without stopping rubbing her clit, leaned in and sucked one nipple, and Mariana came again, the second time that afternoon, clenching her cunt around her husband’s cock until he too let go with a long roar, coming inside her.

Tomás withdrew slowly and let himself fall back, gasping. Lucía lay down on top of him and sought his mouth. Mariana stayed where she was, still on top of Esteban, feeling the two seed mingle inside her and run down her thighs.

—I’m missing one —Mariana murmured, turning toward her daughter.

—I was waiting —Lucía replied.

They embraced on the bed, mouth to mouth, breasts against breasts, and Mariana let herself fall onto her daughter, slipping one thigh between hers. They began rubbing cunt against cunt, slowly at first, then with more need. Lucía grabbed her buttocks and pushed her against her. Esteban and Tomás watched them from the edge of the bed, exhausted, each still holding his cock in his hand.

—Come with me, Mom —Lucía panted—. Again.

Mariana couldn’t answer. She came a third time with her face buried in her daughter’s neck, biting her shoulder to keep from crying out. Lucía came half a second later, trembling all over, raking her back with her nails.

***

Some time later, when their bodies were already heavy and the afternoon light had turned amber, the four of them were sprawled on the bed, not speaking. Lucía had fallen asleep with her head resting on her mother’s thigh. Tomás was asleep face down, hugging a pillow like when he was little. Esteban had one arm crossed over Mariana’s stomach.

—Did you like it? —he asked softly, so as not to wake the children—. Did you feel loved?

—More than loved —she answered—. Accompanied. And well-fucked, why lie.

—That’s the first time I’ve heard you say it like that.

She fell silent for a while. She was stroking Lucía’s hair with one hand and Esteban’s arm with the other.

—It’s what I wanted —she said at last—. Not just sex. Well, that too. But mostly this. For all three of you to be here. For you not to make me feel weird about asking.

—We’re never going to make you feel weird, darling.

—I know. That’s why I worked up the nerve.

Esteban kissed her shoulder.

—By the way —he said after a silence—. The new girl at the office, the one I told you about the other day.

—What about her?

—I wanted to ask if it bothered you that…

Mariana laughed softly, so as not to wake the kids.

—Go on —she said—. Fuck her if you want. But on one condition.

—What condition?

—That this —and she gestured to the bed, the sleeping bodies, the amber light— happens again. Not tomorrow. But soon. And next time I want your son to put it in my mouth while you put it in me from behind.

—Deal.

She closed her eyes. Tomás murmured something in his sleep, hugged the pillow tighter, and shifted. Lucía, without waking, ran the tips of her fingers down her mother’s leg. Esteban breathed close to her ear.

—The handbag is beautiful —Mariana said, already half asleep—. But this fucking was better.