My Grandmother Confessed My Father’s Secret to Me

I’m twenty-one years old and I live in a small town in the province of Soria, in that stretch of inland Spain people call “empty Spain.” Here almost everyone is older, the houses are half-shut, and winters are long. I study at university by distance learning and live with my parents and my maternal grandmother, Remedios, a sixty-three-year-old widow. In the neighboring town lives my other grandmother, Encarna, my father’s mother, also a widow, sixty-six years old.

My mother works as an administrative assistant at the regional town hall and my father inherited a large van from my grandfather, with which he makes his living. Every morning he picks up the orders the neighbors have placed at a cooperative—food, medicine, a spare part or two—and delivers them house by house across all the surrounding villages. He leaves at eight and comes back around nine at night.

Every Saturday, however, he leaves the village where his mother lives for last, and stays there to sleep. He used to say it was to keep her company, that a woman alone at that age appreciates it. I never thought much of it. He came back on Sundays at noon and spent the afternoon at home, and that’s the way things had been for as long as I could remember.

The night everything changed was a Saturday in August. I got home around eleven, after being out with friends in the square. I found my mother and my grandmother in the living room, both in pajamas and each with a mixed drink in hand, watching a series. That was their Saturday habit: a long drink, the TV on, and chatting until late.

I fixed myself a drink too and sat down on the sofa, next to my grandmother, where I always sit. A few minutes later the episode ended and my mother said she was sleepy and was going to bed. I still had half a drink left, and my grandmother said she’d stay up a little longer chatting with me.

—Go on, make me another one —she asked as soon as my mother closed the door—. One day is one day.

I poured it for her and the two of us were left alone, with a game show on in the background that neither of us watched. I had no idea that conversation was going to change my life.

Talking about this and that, the subject came up of how my father had, as every Saturday, stayed over at his mother’s house. With the drinks, my grandmother’s tongue loosened.

—Your father doesn’t stay the night at his mother’s house —she said, glancing sideways at me—. He stays to “sleep” with his mother.

—That’s the same thing I just said, Grandma —I replied, not catching on at all.

—No, darling. It’s not the same.

Then I understood, and my mouth went dry.

—Wait… are you telling me my father sleeps with his mother? In that sense?

—That is exactly what I’m telling you —she answered, with a satisfied smile at having led me there on my own.

—But how can that be possible? She’s his mother.

—Of course she’s his mother. But she’s also a woman, with needs, without a husband. And her son takes care of them, at least one day a week.

—Damn, Grandma. You’ve got me stunned. And how do you know?

—Because your mother told me. There are no secrets between us.

—My mother knows too?

—Your father told her from the start. She understood and accepted it. He’s never hidden it from her.

I leaned back on the sofa, trying to sort out what I’d just heard. My whole family was living on top of a secret I knew nothing about.

—It would be like if I, on Saturdays when Dad isn’t here, slept with you —I said, half joking, testing the waters.

—It’s not the same —she replied, without laughing—. Your mother does have a man who takes care of her.

—Sure. But you don’t have anyone. Or is it that you don’t have those needs?

—Oh, son. Of course I have them.

—Then?

—Well, I’m old now, and there’s no one who wants to sleep with an old woman like me.

Something changed inside me at that moment. I really looked at my grandmother for the first time. She was wearing only the thin pajama bottoms and a sleeveless top. I saw what had always been right in front of me and I had never stopped to look at: firm thighs, nipples pressing against the fabric. She was aroused, and I was beginning to get aroused too.

—Dad’s mother is older than you —I said, my voice a little shaky—, and yet look how she still finds him desirable.

—That’s different. He does it out of pity, because she’s alone. He gives her company and affection.

And there, already all the way in the mud, I saw an opportunity I didn’t want to let pass.

—Well, I feel sorry too that you’ve been sleeping alone for so long, without a man sleeping with you.

My grandmother smiled in a way that made it clear she had me exactly where she wanted me.

—Are you telling me you’d be that man? That you want to sleep with me?

—That is exactly what I’m telling you, Grandma. You’re older, yes, but you take care of yourself and you look amazing. If you want, I’m in, tonight.

—Oh, son. Really?

—Completely serious.

—Then let’s go to bed already, come on. And put out this fire I’ve got inside me.

***

We went to her bedroom without making a sound. We undressed quickly, and I saw her whole body for the first time. She was neither fat nor thin. She had generous breasts, a little sagging, and skin that was surprisingly smooth for her age. My erection pointed straight up as soon as the bedside lamp light fell on her, and that was the first thing she noticed.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me toward her.

—Come here, darling, closer. The first thing I want is to taste you. It’s been years since I had one like this in front of me.

She took hold of me with one hand while with the other she stroked me slowly. She pulled the skin back, left the tip exposed, and stared at it for a second, as if she couldn’t quite believe it. Then she put it in her mouth and started to suck me with a calm and technique I hadn’t expected. You could tell it was something she knew how to do, even if it had been a long time since she’d done it.

I held her head with both hands and moved slowly, letting her closed lips work their way up and down. She never took her eyes off my face, those very pale blue eyes, while she took me deeper and deeper without a single gagging reflex. When I felt I was on the edge, I warned her.

—Grandma, wait, I’m going to come.

She didn’t really listen. She left only the tip inside and swallowed as I emptied myself, collecting everything with her tongue without losing a drop. Then she kept going a little longer, gently, until there was nothing left. It was, without exaggeration, the best blowjob I had ever had.

We lay down, kissed, and caressed each other for a long while. I went down to her breasts, sucked them, held them in both hands, and by the time I realized it I was hard again.

—Youth is marvelous —she murmured when she felt it—. Stop with the caresses and get it in already. Knock the cobwebs off your grandmother.

She spread her legs, bent her knees to make things easier for me, and I positioned myself between her thighs. I braced myself on my arms so I wouldn’t put all my weight on her and entered slowly, all the way in, at once. She let out a muffled cry of pure relief.

—Thank you, darling. It’s been years since a man came in here. Now fuck me properly, because I need it.

Since I had just come, I knew I’d last, so I took my time, enjoying how tight and hot she was. She only panted with her mouth open, never taking her eyes off me, as if she wanted to convince herself it was her grandson giving her this. When I was getting close again, I told her.

—Come inside —she asked in a low voice, so her daughter wouldn’t hear—. Fill me up, come on.

I thrust all the way in and let go. When she felt the heat inside, she exploded too, biting her lips so she wouldn’t shout. I covered her mouth with a kiss while the two of us came together, and I stayed still a little longer, feeling her clench around me.

Then I pulled out and lay down beside her, both of us exhausted.

***

Once we caught our breath, we talked about what had just happened and, above all, what was going to happen from then on.

—Are you going to tell Mom? —I asked.

—Of course. And she probably already heard us. Your mother is understanding, you’ll see. She’ll even be happy for me.

And there, once again, I saw an open door.

—Grandma… if Dad sleeps with his mother, couldn’t I sleep with mine too?

She looked at me, first seriously, then with a half-smile.

—Are you telling me that, besides your grandmother, you’d like it with your mother too?

—It’s a fantasy I’ve had for years. I’m not going to lie to you.

—And what about me? —she replied, with a hint of jealousy.

I realized I had put her in second place.

—Don’t worry, I’d still be with you too. I’m young and strong, I can handle both.

She relaxed and smiled again.

—All right. You have every right. I’ll talk to your mother tomorrow, and you’ll see there won’t be any problem.

—But there’s something else. If Dad asked Mom’s permission for his thing, shouldn’t Mom have to ask him for ours?

—Of course she’ll tell him. They don’t do anything behind each other’s backs.

—Damn. What a mess. And what do you think Dad will say?

—What’s he going to say? If he’s been with his mother for years… Well, if your mother agrees, he won’t have a problem with it.

I kept thinking I hoped she was right. Before I went to my room, I took her once more, slowly, face to face, and emptied myself inside her again. Then I went to sleep as if nothing had happened. But it had, and the next day the consequences would begin to show.

***

It was Sunday, I was on vacation, and I didn’t wake up until close to noon. When I went down to the kitchen, my mother and grandmother were waiting for me seated at the table, both smiling. That smile reassured me: the conversation had already taken place.

My mother had heard us at night and had waited for her mother to confirm it. She had accepted it from the very beginning. She thought it was fine for my grandmother, since she needed it, and as for herself, she admitted that she had imagined it more than once too. The same reasoning I had made: if her husband slept with his mother, she could sleep with his son.

I nodded to everything, getting more and more aroused. I thought we were going to do it right there, but my mother stopped me: she wouldn’t do anything with me until she talked it over with my father. And my father was about to arrive.

We agreed they would talk after lunch, while I went out with my friends so I wouldn’t be there. When I came back, already at night, I found my mother alone on the sofa.

—And Dad? And Grandma Encarna? —I asked.

—Come, sit here and I’ll tell you.

I sat down beside her. She told me my father had reacted as she expected: if she was in agreement, he had no problem. But he had added something. Since his mother-in-law—my grandmother Remedios—had slept with me and he assumed she would keep doing it, he’d like to be with her too, so that we’d all be equal and nobody would have anything to hide. They had called her, she had happily accepted, and they had been locked in the bedroom for more than an hour.

I was blown away. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that everything was so easy, that something like this suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

—Well, darling —my mother said, seeing me frozen—. You know how things are now. It’s our turn. If you want, we can go to the room and do what we’ve both wanted for a long time.

***

We went to her bedroom and I saw her naked for the first time. I was at a loss for where to begin, but she was even more eager than I was. She sat me on the edge of the bed, knelt down, and started sucking me with hunger, caressing me at the same time.

Seeing her like that, looking up at me from below, the woman who had raised me and scolded me a thousand times, gave me a mix of pleasure and vertigo that’s hard to explain. I decided to take control. I gently moved her away and, understanding, she lay down. I lifted her legs, buried my head between them, and started eating her out slowly, right there, in the place where I had come into the world twenty-one years earlier.

It didn’t take long for her to come. Her whole body tensed, she grabbed my head with both hands, and let out a long moan that was surely heard throughout the house. Then I put her legs over my shoulders and penetrated her all the way, while she was still trembling from the orgasm.

I started moving hard, looking her in the face. She looked back at me with her mouth open, unable to believe it was her son fucking her like that. And I was thinking the same thing: that she was my mother, the woman I had always wanted, the one from so many teenage fantasies, and now she was mine.

That thought took me to the limit. I thrust all the way in, stayed still, and let go deep inside her body.

—I’m coming, Mom… —I panted against her neck.

Feeling the heat inside and hearing me, she came again, this time loudly, clinging to my back. When I finished emptying myself I pulled out and lay down beside her, trying to recover from that first encounter.

But we were both still on fire, and it didn’t take long before we started again. We kept going until we fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

***

The next morning we had breakfast all four of us together, laughing and with no shame at all, talking about how the night had gone. We agreed that from then on, we would be an open family, with no taboos among us. My father proposed that, for a while, we sleep like we had that night—I with my mother, he with his mother-in-law—so we could build trust, and then we’d see.

It was my mother who surprised us by saying that later on, she’d like to have a threesome with her husband and me. My grandmother immediately signed up for the same thing with the two men in the house. And, while we were at it, I said that if both my mother and my grandmother were going to be with us, then it would only be fair for my father’s mother, my grandmother Encarna, to be with me too. They all laughed, but agreed it would be fair.

Those first threesomes came soon, and were repeated many times after: with my mother, with my grandmother Remedios, and with my grandmother Encarna, who turned out to be the most insatiable of the three. She strung one orgasm after another together and didn’t stop until she’d left us dry. With her, my father and I learned how to understand each other, and what especially turned her on was knowing she had son and grandson at the same time.

Over time, almost without speaking about it, our preferences sorted themselves out. My father liked being with his mother-in-law more, maybe because she reminded him of what he did with his own mother. And for me, what filled me most was my mother. She likes me to call her “Mom” when we’re face to face, and to call me “son,” as if neither of us wanted to forget what we are.

There is one fantasy that has become almost an obsession for her: for me to get her truly pregnant. She’s thinking about stopping birth control and having my child. My father has told her he’ll accept whatever she decides, and I’ve told her the same. That’s how things stand in my family: a family unlike any other, bound by a secret that is no longer a secret among us, and perhaps waiting for the arrival of a new member.