My Girlfriend’s Mother Chose Me in the Late Afternoon

My name is Daniel, and I’m going to tell what happened those months with Carolina and her mother. I’d been going out with Carolina since the end of summer. I was twenty-two and lived with her mother, Mariana, in an apartment in the city center. Mariana had just turned forty-three and looked younger. If you had seen them together, you’d understand without anyone having to explain it to you: two blondes, alike and yet very different. Carolina taller, brown eyes, straight nose, thin lips. Mariana a little shorter, blue eyes, a snub nose, lips always slightly parted. And a mouth that smiled as if it knew something you didn’t yet.

Mariana had been divorced for years. From the little the two of them let slip, Carolina’s father had been a cowardly man who ran off when they needed him most. They lived alone, got along and didn’t in equal measure, and argued as if they were sisters instead of mother and daughter.

Dinner in that house was an experience. The two of them dressed up even for tomato pasta. Tight dresses, hair pinned up, perfume even on the curtains. They blasted music and sang together while setting the table. They’d belt out “Killing Me Softly,” or start dancing, moving their hips in exactly the same rhythm, their arms synchronized as if they’d rehearsed it a thousand times. I’d sit on the sofa with a glass of wine in my hand and think no one would ever believe it.

Both of them were incredibly messy. They’d leave a bra on the back of a chair, a dress thrown in the hallway, an entire room with the blinds down in broad daylight. They had wardrobes bursting with clothes they barely wore. I, who lived in a spotless studio, would laugh when I went into the bathroom and found six different creams open at the same time.

One October afternoon I was in Carolina’s room with her. I’d convinced her to try something she’d been asking me for a while, and I had her face down, ass up, biting the pillow while I fucked her from behind slowly. We’d been warming her up for quite a while. First I’d eaten her pussy from behind, tongue buried inside and thumb rubbing her asshole, until she came once against my face, soaking my chin. Then I’d licked her ass, opened it with my fingers, and put one finger in, then two, until she stopped clenching. When I sank my cock into her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, Carolina let out a long, hoarse moan and asked me not to stop.

“Put it all in, Daniel, fuck, all of it,” she panted against the pillow.

I was being careful because it was the second time we’d done it and she still had trouble relaxing. I held her hips with both hands and slid in and out with short thrusts, watching the ring of her ass stretch around my cock every time I pushed. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing her wet cunt, and every so often she brought her soaked fingers to my cock to slick it up so it would go in more easily. The bed creaked, she panted, I held her hips with both hands and gave her little spanks that made her clench even tighter.

Then someone banged on the door.

“Carolina, open the door right now,” it was Mariana’s voice.

We froze. Carolina shoved me back, jumped up, and started looking for her clothes on the floor. I pulled my pants up as best I could and sat on the edge of the bed, still hard, still dazed, my cock bulging shamelessly against the fabric. Carolina put on a long T-shirt, opened the door, and crossed her arms.

“Will you stop being a pain in the ass, Mom?”

“I’m not being a pain in the ass. You know perfectly well I don’t like you locking yourself in there for hours with the door bolted.”

“But you know I’m with Daniel.”

“I know,” Mariana answered without looking at me.

“The thing is, you’re jealous because he’s young and handsome.”

“What are you implying?”

“Whore,” Carolina snapped at her mother.

“How dare you talk to me like that?”

“You want him for yourself, don’t you?”

“Look, girl, the only one here who sleeps with the other one’s friends is you.”

“You mean Esteban, whore.”

“Whore yourself.”

“And what about Hugo?” Carolina pressed. “Didn’t you fuck him last summer?”

“Those are things that can happen.”

“‘Things that can happen,’” Carolina repeated, mimicking her mother’s voice.

“You love forty-year-old men.”

“And you love twenty-year-old ones.”

The argument died as quickly as it had started. Carolina turned around, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door. I heard the tap running. Mariana stood in the hallway for a second, looking at me, and then walked very slowly to the stereo in the living room. She put on an old record, one of those female voices that coil around the room like smoke. She turned it up just enough that it wouldn’t reach the bathroom.

“Dance with me?” she asked.

Before I could answer, she already had my hand in hers. She took me to the middle of the living room. She smelled of a different perfume than Carolina wore, darker, more adult. She rested her face against my neck, dug her fingers into my back, and started moving very slowly, rubbing her belly against the bulge that was still hard inside my pants. She noticed perfectly well what I had down there and smiled against my neck.

“Don’t play dumb,” she murmured. “You’re rock hard, fucker. You were fucking her in the ass, weren’t you? You can tell by her face when she comes out of the room.”

She took my hand and, before I fully understood what she was doing, brought it under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything. My fingers brushed against very hot, soaked skin, a swollen cunt, with plump lips and a gush of moisture that ran down to my wrist. A pulse that I don’t know if was hers or mine thundered in my temple. She closed her eyes. She pushed her hips against my hand and drove two of my fingers inside her, up to the knuckle, moving against me as if she were riding me.

“Like that, like that, keep going,” she panted softly. “Look how wet you’ve got me, fucker. Look how much it turns me on that you’re fucking my daughter.”

The bathroom tap shut off.

I pulled my hand out in time. She took my fingers to her mouth before I could react and sucked them slowly, never taking her eyes off me, cleaning herself with the taste of her own cunt. Mariana slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me as if nothing had happened, just as Carolina was crossing the hallway back to the room.

“Watch what I’m going to do now, Daniel,” Carolina said.

She stopped in the middle of the living room, in front of both of us, and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Then her panties. She stood naked in the center of the room, hands on her hips, breasts firm and nipples bristling, her shaved cunt still shining with moisture, challenging her mother with her eyes.

I understood what was expected.

I stripped without thinking much. My cock sprang out of my pants rock hard, with a purple tip and a thick drop hanging from it. I went up behind Carolina, bent her over the back of the sofa, and spread her legs with a knee. I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and drove into her ass again with a hard thrust, all the way in. Carolina let out a choked cry, half laughter, half moan, and dug her nails into the leather sofa.

“Yes, fuck, yes, like that, in front of her, let her watch,” she panted. “Let her see you fuck my ass, Mom, look, look closely.”

I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her soaked cunt. Every thrust of my hips made Carolina’s tits move against the backrest. Mariana stood a couple of meters away, watching, saying nothing, one hand inside her dress, pinching her nipple over her bra.

Then she took off her blouse.

Her breasts were exactly what I had imagined at every one of those dinners: round, a little sagging with age, with large pink nipples already rock hard. She came over until she was beside me. She grabbed my head, turned it, and brought them to my mouth. I kissed them, sucked them whole, bit them carefully, licked each nipple until she moaned, all while still thrusting into Carolina’s ass. Mariana cupped my face with both hands and kissed me on the mouth. With tongue. A lot of tongue. She shoved her tongue down my throat while reaching for my cock behind me and grabbing it just as it came out of her daughter’s ass, feeling it slide in and out of her. Carolina could have seen us if she’d turned her head, but she didn’t.

“Finish with her,” Mariana whispered in my ear, her voice hoarse. “Empty her ass if you want. And then come with me and fuck me.”

I grabbed Carolina by the hips with both hands and sped up. I fucked her to the hilt, faster and faster, hearing the wet smack of my body against hers. She shoved three fingers into her cunt and started coming over my cock, clenching my ass in spasms that almost sent me over the edge too. I pulled out in time. I didn’t want to finish there. I let her go, panting, and turned toward Mariana.

***

Mariana finished stripping slowly, unhurriedly, as if she knew the two of us were watching. Her skirt fell to the floor. She pulled her soaked panties off her ankles and tossed them aside. She lay down on the big sofa, spread her legs, and looked at me over her shoulder. The afternoon light came in through the half-closed blinds and painted thin stripes over her skin, over her belly, over her blond cunt, swollen, with its plump lips parted and shining.

“Get out of me,” Carolina begged me, her voice breaking. “Go with her. She’s out now, Mom. Fuck him.”

I turned toward Mariana. Before I had taken two steps, she raised a hand.

“Wait,” she threw something at me that I caught in the air. A condom. “With me, with a rubber. And I want you to eat me out first. Come here, fucker, I want to feel that mouth.”

I knelt between her legs and buried my face in her cunt. She smelled thick, adult, like an aroused mature woman. I ran my tongue all over her lips, bottom to top, up to the clit, and she arched her back on the sofa. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, pulled it out, sucked her swollen clit, slipped two fingers in and curved them, searching for the exact spot. Mariana started moaning without hiding anything anymore.

“Like that, like that, fuck, that’s so good, you son of a bitch, like that,” she panted, grabbing my hair, pressing my face against her cunt. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Carolina, behind me, had sat on the back of the other sofa. She had one finger in her mouth, sucking it, and the other hand between her legs, rubbing her cunt in circles. She wasn’t going to interrupt us. She watched intently as her mother writhed on the sofa with her boyfriend’s face buried between her legs.

When I felt Mariana was ready, I stopped. I put the condom on while looking her in the eyes, tossing the wrapper to the floor. I grabbed one leg, put it on my shoulder, and drove my cock in with one full thrust. She was different from Carolina, narrower in some places, softer in others, with a deeper smell. A grown woman’s cunt, one that clenched with skill, that moved beneath me with a rhythm Carolina still didn’t have. She closed her eyes as soon as I was inside her and grabbed my neck with both hands.

“Oh God, what a cock, what a cock you’ve got, fucker,” she panted with her mouth open. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, give it to me, give me everything.”

“‘Fucker,’” I heard Carolina say behind me. She didn’t sound angry. She sounded turned on.

When I turned around, I saw Carolina had one finger up her ass, another inside her cunt, and her other hand pressing her clit. She was biting her lips so as not to make too much noise. Mariana and I were panting like two wounded animals. I fucked her to the hilt, watching her breasts move with each thrust, watching her cunt open around my cock each time I pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. The sofa creaked with every push, and the ceiling lamp trembled with an absurd rhythm.

I put her on all fours on the sofa and got in behind her. I grabbed her blond hair like a bridle, pulled, and kept going. I bit her shoulder, squeezed her hanging breasts, pinched her nipples until she screamed. Every thrust tore another moan out of her. I gave her a slap on the ass, then another, and another, until I saw my handprint on her white ass.

“Take it out,” Mariana asked me suddenly, eyes closed. “Take it out for a moment, I want to taste it.”

I pulled out. She turned around as best she could, ripped the condom off with her teeth, and shoved my cock all the way into her mouth. She sucked me to the throat, looking up at me from below with those blue eyes fixed on mine. She pulled back, spat on it, and took it back in. Carolina, who had moved closer without me noticing, knelt beside her mother and stuck out her tongue too. The two blondes, mother and daughter, sucking my cock at the same time, passing it between them, kissing each other with my cock in between, their lips stuck together with the saliva of me and both of them.

I almost came right there.

I pulled away in time. I leaned over Mariana, kissed her breasts, almost ate them. I bit her neck, her collarbones, the hollow between her ribs. She grabbed my hair and accidentally ripped out a lock. I went for her mouth again. This time she answered much more slowly, almost tenderly, with a slow tongue.

I lifted her and put her on her knees on the floor, against the sofa. I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezed both tits against my cock, and started fucking the gap between them. She spat on the tip so it would slide better and stuck out her tongue, touching my glans every time it came out. Mariana looked up at me from below with a very small smile, almost sad.

“Finish already,” she murmured. “All over me. Come all over my tits, fucker, and my face. I want Carolina to see it.”

I came right away. I marked her breasts, her neck, her chin, and a jet reached her upper lip. A lot. So much that she laughed deep in her throat and pushed me away with one hand when she realized it could keep coming out. She ran two fingers over her chest, gathered a thick drop, and brought it to her mouth. Carolina came closer, licked a drop from her neck, and the two of them kissed with my cum between their tongues.

I stayed there for a second, kneeling in front of them, not knowing what to do with my hands.

***

I went to the bathroom and came back with a clean towel. I wiped Mariana’s chest carefully, dried her neck, and gave her a long kiss on the forehead. Mariana closed her eyes as if she had been waiting a long time for someone to do that to her. Then I turned toward Carolina, who was still on the back of the sofa, and kissed her too. I stroked her face, moved a blond lock aside.

“I want both of you,” I told them.

And I meant it. In that moment, I meant it.

I got dressed in silence. I took my jacket from the coat rack, looked for the keys, tied my laces. Neither of them moved while I got ready to leave. They were both on the sofa, still naked, Carolina leaning against her mother’s shoulder, Mariana stroking her hair.

When I had my hand on the doorknob, I heard a kiss. It wasn’t a small kiss. It was a long one, the kind that lasts. I turned my head just slightly. I caught them from the corner of my eye: Carolina with her mouth pressed to her mother’s, eyes closed, hands on her waist.

“I love you, Mom,” I heard Carolina say.

I closed the door without making a sound. I went downstairs in the dark. In the building entrance I leaned against the wall for a long while, trying to understand what had just happened. I didn’t understand it that day. Not the next day either. There are things you only understand many years later, when you can no longer live them again, and all you have left is telling them so you can believe they were real.