My Mother’s Husband Was Home That Morning

Almost a year had passed since that impulsive encounter in Valencia, and Carolina still hadn’t told anyone. Eduardo, her mother’s husband, had gone back to life with her, and Carolina had gone back to hers with Sebastián as if nothing had happened between them in that hotel room. The months went by and, even so, every time she thought of him, something inside her tightened.

Sebastián and she tried. They really did try. But the cycles came and went and what they hoped for never arrived. Carolina wanted to be a mother with an almost physical desire, like a hunger that could not be sated. Her mother never said it either, but you could see it in her eyes every time she looked at someone else’s baby. That expectation weighed on her too.

She went to the gynecologist and had every test there was. They all gave the same result: she was healthy, fertile, her ovaries worked like clockwork. The problem was not hers. She managed, almost ashamed, to get a sample of Sebastián’s semen. The diagnosis was devastating: few sperm, slow, lacking the strength needed to get where they had to go. The doctor explained that, with those numbers, it was very difficult for her husband to get her pregnant naturally.

She didn’t tell her husband. She didn’t tell her mother. She swallowed it alone, for weeks, and in that silence a thought began to appear that should not have been there: the memory of Eduardo’s abundant, hot semen spilling inside her in that hotel. If anyone could get me pregnant, it’s him. Every time the thought came up, she pushed it away in disgust at herself. It was an aberration. It was unthinkable.

And yet, when she convinced Sebastián to spend the holidays at her mother’s house, Carolina knew perfectly well what she was doing.

***

The first ten days were calm. Eduardo and Sebastián got along better than she had expected. They went out to eat, walked around the center, and the four of them had dinner on the terrace with wine and long after-dinner conversations. Her husband joked with Eduardo as if they were lifelong friends. Sometimes, when he looked away, Carolina lifted her gaze and met her stepfather’s eyes. It never lasted more than a second. It was enough.

One morning, over breakfast, Sebastián announced that a friend of his had called to invite him to spend three days in a coastal village. Carolina’s mother said she couldn’t leave the house because she still had a few odd days left at work. Carolina, with complete naturalness, said she preferred to stay and rest, without running around from place to place. Sebastián kissed her on the forehead and told her, laughing, that he wasn’t going to miss her too much. Eduardo kept eating breakfast, his eyes fixed on the cup.

That night, before her husband left, Carolina tried to make love to him. Nothing came of it. Sebastián had drunk more than he should have and fell asleep on top of her with a clumsy apology. Carolina lay staring at the ceiling in the dark, her body aflame and a heat rising from her belly to her chest. I’m ovulating, she thought. I’m ovulating and he’s leaving on a trip.

***

At eight the next morning, the house was silent. Sebastián had left at dawn and Carolina’s mother had gone off to work half an hour later. She was alone in that huge house with the heat still on her skin.

She got back into bed. She touched herself over her panties, slowly, and found she was soaked. It took her barely a couple of minutes to come the first time that morning. It wasn’t enough. When she opened her eyes, the heat was still there. She got up, put on a short, semi-transparent nightdress she had chosen thinking of Sebastián, and went down to the kitchen wearing nothing else but her panties and that thin fabric.

While she waited for the coffee to brew, she realized there was light at the end of the hallway. Eduardo’s office door was ajar and a blue glow from a screen was coming through the crack. He must have left it on by accident, she thought.

Lie. She knew perfectly well that he worked from home some days. She knew it and, even so, she headed for that door with the coffee in one hand and the nightdress slipping off one shoulder.

—Daddy… —she said, peeking in, in a voice thinner than she intended—. I didn’t know you were here. Didn’t you go to the office?

Eduardo lifted his head from the computer. It took him two seconds to answer and, in those two seconds, he took in everything she was wearing.

—Not today. I work from home several times a week, you know that.

His voice sounded hoarse, as if he still hadn’t fully used it yet. Instead of leaving, instead of closing the door and going back to the kitchen with her coffee, Carolina did exactly the opposite. She stepped inside. She walked slowly to his chair, set the cup on top of some papers, and stood beside him.

—You look gorgeous in that —he murmured without meeting her eyes.

—I put it on thinking I’d be alone —she replied, and felt her nipples bristle against the fabric.

She turned very slowly, as if she had to shake something off her shoulders, and let him see what she was wearing underneath. When she finished turning, she looked back at him. There was a bulge in his trousers that had not been there five minutes earlier.

—Do you really like the way I look? —she asked.

—A lot.

***

She didn’t need anything else. She moved closer until she was between his knees. He raised his hands, set them on her waist, and began to slide them down under the nightdress until he reached the edge of her panties. When her stepfather’s fingers slipped inside and felt her bare ass, Carolina let out a sigh that was no longer that of a good girl.

—You’re soaked, baby girl —he said, brushing her sex with the pad of his finger.

—I got up like this —she admitted, and slid one strap of the nightdress down to take a breast to the level of his mouth.

Eduardo needed no instructions. He closed his lips around the nipple, licked it, bit it gently, alternating between both breasts while his fingers kept sinking between his stepdaughter’s thighs. She grabbed the back of his neck and pressed him against her. She felt his tongue, his teeth, his hot breath, and every time he tugged a little at her nipple, her body answered with a pulse between her legs.

—Daddy, I shouldn’t be doing this —she whispered.

—I know.

—Sebastián…

—Sebastián isn’t here.

She yanked his trousers down in a rush, fumbling with her own hands, and pulled down his briefs too. What appeared underneath reminded her exactly why she had been thinking about him for months. She took him with both hands. She could circle him without quite closing her fingers. She stroked him up and down slowly, checking how much harder he got.

—Like this, slow —he said—. Get me ready.

She went down to his testicles. She paused there, weighing them. Heavy. Full. That made her close her eyes for a second. If he comes inside me today, I’m done for.

—Eduardo —she said, for the first time that morning using his real name, without “Daddy”—. I’m ovulating today.

He looked at her fixedly. Carolina expected him to get scared, to pull back, to tell her they should stop. He didn’t.

—I told you once that you had me at your disposal —he replied in a low voice—. If you want to be a mother, I can help you.

—You’re an asshole.

—I know.

***

Carolina pulled her panties down her legs and let them fall to the floor. She hiked her nightdress up to her waist and straddled him. She felt her stepfather’s sex pressed tight against her belly. She rose, bracing herself on his shoulders, and lowered herself slowly onto the tip. Only the tip. It took effort. She came back up and down another centimeter, and another, and another. When she was all the way down, with all his weight inside her, she looked him in the face and let out a low laugh, almost breathless.

—How you fill me…

She started moving. At first cautiously, then with a rhythm all her own. Eduardo’s hands gripped her ass to help her, setting the pace, driving her down to the hilt each time. Carolina pressed her forehead against his and let her breasts bounce against his face, against his mouth, against his tongue. She could feel how each thrust hit a place inside her that Sebastián had never reached.

—Daddy, like that, don’t stop, like that…

The first orgasm hit her sooner than she expected. It came as a surprise, in waves, and left her trembling with her legs tightened around his waist. She thought that was the end of it, but her body kept asking for more. She started moving again almost at once, clinging to his shoulders, and as she rode him she felt all her fluids sliding down her stepfather’s cock until they soaked his thighs.

Eduardo lifted her without pulling out. He turned her with his arms and laid her back on the desk, swatting away the computer, papers, and cup, which shattered on the floor. She didn’t care. She spread her legs as far as she could, hooked him by the neck with her heels, and let him enter her again.

The thrusts were something else. Deeper, harder, more exact. Carolina could feel the tip pounding against something inside her that she did not want to think about. The second orgasm came that way, with her back arched against the cold wood and her arms stretched above her head, gripping the edge of the desk.

—Eduardo, I’m going to come again, I’m going to come again…

—Hold on a little longer, baby girl. I’m coming with you.

She felt him harden even more inside her, as if that were possible. She felt him swell, pulse, and she knew what was coming. She had one moment of lucidity. Only one.

—Daddy, pull out… if you come inside me you’ll get me pregnant… Daddy, no…

He grabbed her hips, drove in to the hilt, and looked at her with eyes that were no longer her mother’s husband’s.

—You’re not getting away from this one, baby girl.

And he emptied himself inside her. Carolina felt it beat by beat. She felt every hot spurt slam against the end of her sex, filling her, overflowing her. She didn’t run. She didn’t push him away. She tightened her legs around Eduardo’s waist and the muscles inside her, as if she wanted to make sure none of it was lost. If it has to happen, let it happen now.

When he finally went still over her, gasping, Carolina sat up a little and ran her fingers through his hair. She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.

—This time you really did it —she whispered—. This time you got me pregnant, for sure.

He kissed her on the mouth, slowly, with a calm that contrasted with what had just happened.

—We’ve got three whole days, baby girl. And you’re still ovulating.

Carolina smiled against his lips. When he withdrew, she felt all he had released inside her start to spill down her thighs. She watched it run onto the desk and felt no disgust. It gave her a relief she had not felt in months.

She went up to the room that had been hers as a teenager. She washed slowly, without rubbing too much, almost careful not to take away anything that should not go. She got into bed naked and fell asleep with a smile nobody should ever have seen on her.