My Mother Caught Me with the Cabin Owner

On December 24, a postcard woke us: the cabin buried in white, the fir trees heavy with snow, and a silence broken only by the wind against the picture windows. I, meanwhile, felt the icy weight of the shovel in my hands. It was the third consecutive day I’d been assigned to clear the entrance, and my sisters had decided, without consulting me, that since I didn’t contribute much around the house, I could perfectly well become the family’s official “guy for everything.”

—A little work won’t hurt you, brother —Camila said with that know-it-all smirk of hers—. That way you’ll get used to it. You can’t live like a freeloader your whole life.

The worst part wasn’t the comment. It was that she said it right in front of Brigitte and her two daughters. The three blondes let out a little laugh in unison, and I felt my ears heating up. Hannah looked at me with one eyebrow raised, Greta with that serious expression that seemed to be judging everything, and Brigitte… Brigitte smiled with that mix of amusement and pity that hurts more than any insult.

The last few days had been a strange mix of awkwardness and routine. I tried to hide in what I could no longer even call “my room.” My mother, Carolina, had become so fond of Brigitte that, without asking permission, she’d kicked me out. Now they slept together every night and I ended up on the living room sofa. I didn’t know exactly what they did between those four walls when the lights went out, but every morning they got up with a smile that said it all.

Camila had become close with Hannah. Agustina and Greta, on the other hand, seemed to have developed some kind of sisterhood. It was ironic: at first I got sick of Agustina being all over me all day, and now I missed her. Ever since the bathroom episode, she hadn’t come looking for me again. Not a single complicit glance. Nothing.

The only thing that broke the monotony was the moment Brigitte caught me jerking off in the living room. I had my cellphone in one hand and the other very busy, looking at old photos of Agustina. The blonde appeared like a ghost, in a loose gray T-shirt that barely covered her hips. The fabric clung to her nipples hardened by the cold and, every time she moved, it revealed everything else.

I froze, dick in hand and face burning. She froze too for a second, her eyes fixed on my erection.

—Sorry —she murmured, her voice a little husky—. I came down to get water… I didn’t mean to interrupt.

—I… uh… I…

—Could you avoid doing that in the living room? —she said, sounding far too much like my mother—. There are women in this house, including my daughters. Show a little more respect.

I turned as red as a tomato. Worse still, she noticed perfectly well that I was looking at everything. She yanked her shirt down and pressed her legs together. Without saying another word, she walked toward the kitchen. When she came back with the bottle of water, I’d already covered myself with a pillow. She, on the other hand, had no such delicacy: as she went up the stairs, her shirt rode up and exposed half of her firm, pale ass. When she reached the landing she turned, took a sip while looking me in the eye, and glanced down at the bulge still visible under the pillow. She kept going without saying a word.

That encounter was, without a doubt, the most sexual thing that had happened to me in weeks.

***

—Do they celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve here in Switzerland? —my mother asked.

—Not at all —Brigitte replied, leaning in the doorway with a steaming cup—. In Argentina I picked up the habit of getting together with the neighbors and toasting on the night of the 24th. When I tried to do that here, I got the biggest depression of my life. Everyone had already gone to bed early. I felt like a complete idiot walking down the street with a pan dulce and a bottle of cider under my arm.

—Christmas here is celebrated at noon on the 25th —Greta added—. But it’s not the same.

—Then we’re going to liven things up ourselves —Carolina suggested enthusiastically—. We’ll celebrate tonight, the Argentine way. Lots of food, cider, and pan dulce. Do you like the idea?

—I love it —Brigitte answered, and her smile widened until it lit up her whole face.

—Mateo, don’t pile all the snow in one place —she added afterward, in a motherly tone—. If you make a really big mound, it’ll collapse and it’ll be the same as not having cleared it at all.

I answered with a grunt. I was already getting sick of her talking to me like I was her second mother. If she didn’t realize how much it bothered me, soon enough I’d make it very clear.

***

After breakfast I looked for refuge in my mother’s room and… surprise: it was already occupied.

Brigitte stared at me wide-eyed. She was completely naked, reclining against the pillows, her legs spread shamelessly and two fingers buried deep inside herself. It was a brutally erotic sight, the kind that burns into your retina and serves for a million future handjobs.

—How curious —I said, unable to hide my grin—. If I do it, it’s disrespectful. But if you do it…

—I did it so you’d see how uncomfortable it is to be caught in a situation like this —she replied, though her voice sounded less firm than she intended.

—Liar. You didn’t even know I was coming here —I closed the door behind me.

She didn’t cover herself completely, but she brought her legs together and hid with her hand. Her cheeks were already beginning to turn pink.

—I did know. You always come at this hour.

—Don’t lie, Brigitte. You’re dying of embarrassment. You don’t like even a little bit that I caught you masturbating.

It had happened to me so many times that, frankly, it felt good to be on the other side. Even if only once.

—Of course not… do you think a brat like you intimidates me? How old are you? Nineteen?

—I’m a little older than that —I answered calmly. I walked over slowly and sat at the foot of the bed—. If you’re so confident, you can keep going.

—Don’t tease me —she said, her eyes sparkling. She spread her legs again and kept sliding her fingers in and out. Her cheeks burned hotter and hotter—. I’m twice your age. I’m used to dealing with assholes. Your balls shrink just from seeing a woman like me naked.

There it was: the real Brigitte was starting to show through. She wasn’t just the pleasant, helpful cabin owner anymore. This blonde enjoyed control. That’s why she was seducing my mother so shamelessly. She wanted to have her eating out of her hand. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. Growing up around harpies had taught me a couple of tricks for this kind of game.

—I’ve seen plenty of women masturbating —I said, shrugging—. You can keep going, no problem. Not even my mom intimidates me when she does it.

Brigitte’s eyes went wide. Her fingers came to a complete stop.

—You’ve seen your mom masturbating?

—More than once. Didn’t you notice she sleeps naked?

—Your mom sleeps naked? —she repeated, unable to hide the lust in her voice.

—She likes to masturbate at night, and sometimes she does it thinking I’m asleep. By the way, quite an entertaining story about the tent you told last night. Have you already repeated it with my mother? Do you spend the night touching each other?

Brigitte’s face twisted for an instant, but she recovered her composure almost immediately.

—So you were awake. I knew you couldn’t be that heavy a sleeper. And the other night in the living room… who were you thinking about while you were jerking off?

—If you think I was thinking about you and your friend, you’re wrong. You, though… I saw the way you looked at my dick that night. And you came downstairs without panties, knowing I was on the sofa. You did it on purpose. Do you get turned on when people look at you? Or do guys your daughters’ age turn you on?

—Oh, Mateo, don’t try to play macho with me. You have no idea how many assholes I’ve had to deal with in my life. I eat brats like you alive.

—I think you wouldn’t last two rounds —I replied, climbing onto the bed with determination.

I pulled out my dick, hard as a rock, and aimed it straight at her entrance. Brigitte looked at me with a defiant smile, though her eyes betrayed surprise.

—You wouldn’t dare to…

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. I sank into her with one firm thrust. Her expression changed completely: she hadn’t expected me to be so direct. She thought she had everything under control and, suddenly, I was the one in charge.

—What are you doing, you brat? Who gave you permission? Ugh… stop… slow…

—So… you want it, but slow?

—I didn’t say that… ah!

—Are you sure? Let’s do this: ask me again and I swear I’ll do it. Come on…

I started pumping at a steady rhythm. We stared into each other’s eyes, in a silent duel of wills. Neither of us wanted to yield. She opened her legs wider and I sank in all the way. Brigitte bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.

My dick slid in with insulting ease. She was soaked. I was pounding her hard and steady when she did something that took me by surprise: she turned over and ended up face down. She lifted that round, firm ass, arching her back in an invitation impossible to ignore. Enthusiasm got the better of me. I aimed straight for the puckered hole between her cheeks.

—No, no… stop, what are you doing?

—I’m putting it in your ass… isn’t that what you wanted?

—No, are you crazy? How are you going to put it in there? What kind of woman do you think I am?

—I don’t know, I don’t even know you. You look like a slut, but… who knows.

—I’m no slut.

—You gave up your cunt pretty easily.

—That’s because… I haven’t had sex with anyone in a long time. I’m desperate. Okay, I did it all on purpose, you were right. I thought that just showing it to you would make you desperate to fuck me. But I’m no slut. No one’s ever fucked me from behind.

—Never? Not even once?

—Not once. I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to dealing with, but I assure you most of us don’t do that.

—Mmm… maybe. Or maybe most do, they just don’t go around talking about it.

—I don’t care. Don’t put it in my ass, please.

—All right… but on one condition.

—What condition?

—You have to take all my load on your face.

—Oh, you filthy little brat. Do you think I’m like the women in the porn videos you watch? You’re very mistaken.

—I’d just get really turned on seeing your pretty little face covered in my load.

She stayed silent for a few seconds, weighing the proposal. I rubbed the swollen head of my dick against her wet lips, sliding it back and forth without going in, teasing her. Finally she let out a resigned sigh.

—All right. But no putting it in my ass.

—Perfect.

I sank back into her cunt, leaning over her back. Brigitte let out a long sigh, her face buried in the pillow. I gripped her waist firmly and showed her everything I’d learned over the past few months. I fucked her so hard and so deep she had to bite the pillow to muffle her moans so they wouldn’t echo through the whole cabin.

—Slowly… slowly, please.

—Didn’t you say you eat brats like me alive? Can’t you handle a proper fuck?

—It’s not that… it’s that the whole bed is moving and it’ll be heard.

—Are you afraid your daughters will see how slutty their mother is? —I said it as a joke, but she didn’t take it that way.

—If you call me a slut in front of my daughters, I’ll kill you. I’m a slut in bed. Outside, you treat me with respect.

—So here I can call you a slut?

—Here call me whatever you want… do whatever you want to me, except put it in my ass.

—I’d like to see what you’re capable of, since you’re such a “slut in bed.”

—I’m going to teach you now, you rude brat.

I lay back on the bed. Brigitte climbed on top with feline movements and took me in with one hard drop. She started moving her hips with a sensuality that left me breathless. Her tits bounced heavily and freely, as if they were made of hot jelly. Sweat covered her pale skin, and the droplets shone like tiny pearls under the room’s dim light.

I pinched her nipples hard, both at once. She closed her eyes, let out a broken sigh, and murmured a soft “yes.” She liked it. A lot. So I set about squeezing and twisting them as if they were the dials on an old radio, enjoying how her body responded with every movement.

At that very moment, the door opened.

***

I’d already figured it would happen sooner or later. In my family, privacy is a decorative concept. But Brigitte nearly died of shock. She went ghost-pale, staring at the door with wide eyes.

Carolina was standing in the doorway, hands on her hips and a smile full of mischief.

—I knew this was going to happen —she said, closing the door calmly—. Ever since you saw my son’s dick, you haven’t stopped telling me: “Mateo’s got a big one,” “does he already have a girlfriend?”

—Sorry, Carolina… I didn’t mean to disrespect your family —Brigitte murmured, her voice trembling. Her face was a mess: pure embarrassment mixed with genuine fear—. Don’t think I’m some degenerate, it’s just…

—I don’t care —Carolina cut her off with a calm smile as she stripped off her clothes in a matter of seconds, until she was completely naked—. My son is old enough now to fuck women like you. The only thing that bothers me is that you keep me hanging, when you give him everything.

—Not everything. She won’t give up her ass —I added, still buried inside her.

—What a pity… for how delicious it is to have a cock buried deep in your ass —Carolina sighed.

Brigitte’s eyes went wide. I knew in that instant she’d already understood that my mother was pretty slutty, but clearly she had no idea just how much. And she certainly didn’t expect Carolina to climb onto the bed naked and sit right behind her, over my legs.

Carolina grabbed her heavy tits from behind and slowly ran her tongue down her neck. Brigitte shuddered from head to toe. Suddenly her hips began moving with a more marked, more sensual rhythm. I knew my mother was setting the tempo from behind. The blonde responded instantly, and when Carolina turned her face and ate her mouth in a deep, wet kiss, my dick throbbed hard inside.

—Do you like my son’s dick? —Carolina asked against her lips. Brigitte didn’t answer—. Come on, you can say it. We’re among friends. We already know you’re pretty kinky. Brats probably turn you on, don’t they?

—A little… maybe… —Brigitte panted.

—You’re not being entirely honest —Carolina insisted, and took a hand to her swollen clit—. You get turned on fucking a boy who could be your daughters’ friend.

—Yes… —Brigitte answered between broken moans.

—Why?

—Mmm… I’m not going to say. It’s… personal.

—That intrigues me —Carolina licked her neck again, slower—. Just like that unfinished tent story with your Swiss friend. I know you didn’t tell me everything. Who was the first to lick pussy?

—She… did it because I asked her to —Brigitte confessed, her voice rough—. I knew she was a lesbian and that she wouldn’t refuse. I asked her to eat me out.

—And how was Ingrid at it?

—Ugh… it was the best pussy licking of my life. You could tell she enjoyed doing it. She put a lot into it. If someone’s going to lick me, I like it done right.

—Same here —I interjected, pinching her nipples harder—. Why don’t you show me how you suck it? You look like a real cock-sucker. I’ll return the favor the same way.

Brigitte gave me a smile full of defiance.

—Let’s see if you’re that good.

She turned over me with agility. Her cunt ended up over my face, wet and hot, while her mouth went straight down onto my dick. She started sucking me hungrily from the first second. I didn’t hold back either: I buried my tongue in her and gave her everything I’d learned over the last few months.

I felt Carolina’s cunt rubbing against the base of my dick, right where Brigitte couldn’t reach with her mouth.

—Oh, Carolina… you’re driving me crazy with that… —Brigitte moaned, pulling my dick out of her mouth for a second—. Aren’t you afraid to do this with your son?

—Let’s say Mateo and I are very close —Carolina replied naturally, without stopping rubbing herself—. He’s already seen me masturbating and sometimes we sleep together. There may be friction. By accident.

—And the night I told you about Ingrid? Were there any frictions then too?

—Oh, yes… though not on this side. From behind. The boy took advantage of the fact that I couldn’t do anything.

—What a bastard —Brigitte muttered, but she said it with a rough admiration that sounded more like praise than insult. She gave me a hard hickey on the glans as a reward.

—It’s obvious this turns you on, and I’d like to know why. Are you a little bit degenerate?

—Ugh… a little bit —Brigitte let out a breathy laugh and moaned when I ran my tongue over her clit—. Don’t judge me.

—And what’s behind the fact that this kind of thing turns you on so much? —Carolina asked, still rubbing herself.

—It’s just… will you promise not to tell anyone?

—Of course.

—In this little town, weird things happen. We live very isolated almost all year. There are only new people around during vacation season. In the cold, people shut themselves inside, and sometimes things happen that shouldn’t happen.

—Like what? —Carolina insisted, still moving.

—Once I spied on my neighbor through the window. She’s my age and has a son around Mateo’s age.

—Mm-hmm…

—I already suspected there was something strange between those two. The mother was way too affectionate with her son, especially when she thought no one was watching. One night I looked over and saw them.

—What were they doing?

—You won’t believe it… but I swear they were fucking.

—Really? The son with the mother? —Carolina pretended to be so surprised anyone would’ve sworn it was the first time she’d heard anything like that.

—Yes… she was on all fours on the sofa, and he was behind her, fucking her in the ass. I’d never seen anything like that. I don’t know why it turned me on so much. Maybe boredom… or lack of sex. I was fascinated watching that guy shove his dick into his own mother.

—That’s why you wanted to sleep with Mateo? You wanted to replicate that fantasy?

—Something like that… though I’m not the type to hand over my ass.

—I am, and Mateo knows it —Carolina said proudly—. That’s why the bastard shoved me from behind all night.

—And did anything get in? —Brigitte’s curiosity was pure and filthy.

—A little.

—Show me… how was it?

—Oh, I don’t know… that seems like too much. He’s my son.

—Come on, please… I’m dying to see something like that.

—Mmm… I’ll do it on one condition: lick my cunt the way you licked Ingrid’s that night. Because I’m not going to believe you when you say you “never licked pussy.” That’s the worst lie I’ve ever heard.

—I licked her all night —Brigitte finally confessed—. We fucked nonstop, didn’t even sleep. It was the most lesbian night of my life.

—And I imagine it wasn’t the only one.

—There were a few more… and not just with Ingrid.

—Mm… that’s exactly what I wanted.

I could barely see anything because Brigitte’s ass was blocking my face, but from the sounds and movements I knew she was already eating my mother out.

—Show me —Brigitte insisted—. What happened while I was telling you about Ingrid?

—Mmm… something like this…

Carolina mounted my dick and aimed it straight at her ass. She lowered herself slowly. The head pressed against the tight hole and began to stretch it open. She went down a little more and the tip went in.

—Oh… this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life —Brigitte panted, her voice broken.

—You filthy thing… look what gets you wet —Carolina teased, still moving.

—Sorry, I can’t help it. I didn’t even know this kind of thing turned me on so much. Was that all that went in?

—A little more than that went in.

Carolina rose and fell several times, stretching around it with slow, controlled motions. Then she dropped down more firmly and my dick went in almost halfway.

—Oh, that’s a lot… I’m going crazy. Was that all?

—Yes, Brigitte. That was all. Don’t you think that’s too much? I can let this happen as a game, but if he had tried to go further, I would’ve had to stop it.

—Yes, I understand… but could you go a little further? I’ll lick your cunt as much as you want.

—No, Brigitte. You’ve lost your mind. He’s my son. I’m not going further just to satisfy a fantasy of yours.

—All right… all right… sorry if I pushed it.

—There’s nothing to forgive. Come on… go back where you were. Mateo, I want you to fill her cunt with your load.

—But we’d agreed I was going to finish in her mouth.

—Plans changed.

You don’t argue with my mother, especially not in a situation like this. Brigitte mounted me again, offering me a perfect view of her heavy, firm tits. Carolina fingered her with one hand while kissing her neck and mouth. The blonde bounced on my dick with an ever more desperate rhythm, her hips moving as if she wanted to swallow me whole.

I wondered why my mother hadn’t wanted to go any further. At first I couldn’t make sense of it: she’d already given me her ass several times. If Brigitte was so turned on by it, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?

But then I understood. It was all about power and control.

Now Carolina had something she could use to manipulate Brigitte. She had that dominant blonde eating out of her hand.

When I finally came, she stayed still on top of me, tightening her inner muscles to milk me for every last drop. Then, at my mother’s request, she lay back on the bed. Carolina dove in to eat her out without any preamble.

—Ah… you’re drinking up all your son’s load… how filthy!

She sure was. Carolina’s lips were covered in semen as she gathered every thick drop with her tongue to swallow it. She sucked hard, pulling in every last bit.

Since I still had a little left, I offered my dick to Brigitte. She took it in her mouth without hesitation, sucking it avidly while pushing my mother’s head down with one hand. The blonde swallowed the semen that was still coming out. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to fulfill my fantasy of seeing that beautiful face taking my load.

When there wasn’t a single white trace left, the two of them made a perfect sixty-nine. They started eating each other out with surprising familiarity, as if they’d known each other their whole lives.

I decided it was time to leave them alone. I got dressed silently and went to take a shower.

***

Brigitte and Carolina spent the whole afternoon locked in the bedroom. I had no choice but to kill time watching YouTube videos. A deathly boring afternoon. My sisters stayed chatting with Greta and Hannah, as if I didn’t exist.

When our mothers finally deigned to come out, the dinner preparations began. At last, food! My favorite gift. They’d thawed a turkey and already had it browning in the oven. Just the smell made my mouth water.

I decided to help with the preparations. I laid out the tablecloth and the plates; I didn’t want them still treating me like I was useless. Lately I was the one doing the most work in that house.

They all went to shower in turns. When Hannah and Greta came down the stairs in the dresses they were going to wear that night, I nearly had a heart attack in my dick.

They looked like twins. White strapless dresses, clinging to their bodies like a second skin. No bra. Their nipples were outlined perfectly, hard as toothpaste caps. And so short that, while they went down the steps, I caught a glimpse for a second that they weren’t wearing anything underneath. Just the faintest line between their legs, but it was enough for me to have to sit with my legs crossed and wait for my dick to calm down. Apparently, since they didn’t have suitable clothes, Agustina and Camila had lent them theirs.

—How does it look on me? —Greta asked, doing a model’s spin in front of me.

—Spectacular. It looks made for you.

—Don’t you think it’s too short?

—Maybe —I replied, imagining what would happen with one careless movement—. But that makes it more interesting, doesn’t it?

Greta and Hannah laughed hard. Agustina rolled her eyes and announced she was going to shower. Too bad she’d lent her best dress to Greta; I would’ve loved to see her in it… and with nothing underneath.

Still, this was going to be quite an interesting Christmas. I almost felt glad I’d come to Switzerland and gotten trapped by the storm. Any moment now, Greta and Hannah were going to give me a beautiful gift. All it would take was a small slip to see exactly what they were hiding between their legs.