My Mother Stopped Looking for Men Outside the House

My name is Adrián, I’m just under six feet tall, and ever since I was fifteen I’ve spent more time in the gym than anywhere else. I’m an only child and grew up alone with my mother, so there were never too many secrets between us. Until the ones that can’t be told showed up.

My mother is named Lorena. She’s short, barely reaches my shoulder, and has a body she takes care of with a discipline I never had. Firm tits, a narrow waist, a round, high ass that lifted any pair of jeans. She always liked showing herself off: tight clothes, necklines that turned heads in the street, that way of walking as if she knew people were looking. She got pregnant with me when she was young and raised me alone. Over the years, several men passed through her room.

When I was little, I didn’t care. They were names that came and went, faces I forgot in a week. But as I grew older, I started to feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t explain exactly why. Maybe because I wasn’t a child anymore, maybe because I was beginning to see her differently and that embarrassed me.

One afternoon I got back before university. I opened the door and called for her, but she didn’t answer. I thought she’d gone out, so I went up to my room. Then I heard them.

They were coming from her bedroom. Moans, two voices, the unmistakable sound of a bed that isn’t resting. I stood frozen in the hallway, my backpack still hanging from one shoulder.

—Like that —I heard her say—, harder, shove it all the way in, you know how I like to feel you.

The man grunted with each thrust, the headboard slammed against the wall with a brutal rhythm, and between blows the wet slapping of a cunt that had been soaking for a while slipped through. My mother begged for more, begged him not to stop, to shove it in all the way, and I stood there frozen listening to her like an idiot.

—Give me that cock, give it to me all —I heard her moan—, like that, you motherfucker, wreck me.

Then there was a brief, tense silence, and then my mother let out a long, sharp scream that went through me and left me with an awkward erection I had nowhere to put. I went down to the kitchen without making a sound and sat waiting. I shouldn’t have heard any of this.

A while later the front door shut and the shower turned on. The conquest of the moment had already gone. When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and found me sitting at the table, she went pale.

—I didn’t know you were home —she said, adjusting the towel.

—I just got in —I lied, though we both knew I hadn’t.

We talked. Or rather, we argued. I told her I didn’t want any more men in the house, that we both deserved some respect. She answered sharply that she had needs and that I wasn’t in any position to tell her how to live them out.

—Well if it bothers you so much —I shot back without thinking—, tell me what those needs are. Maybe I can take care of them.

I said it out of anger, almost as a provocation. She looked at me for a second too long, got up, and shut herself in her room with a slam. The sentence hung in the air, and neither of us ever mentioned it again.

***

The following week was icy. She didn’t speak to me, avoided me in the hallways, ate before or after I did. I didn’t back down either. The house had become a succession of silences and closed doors.

One Saturday she let me know she’d be having lunch with her friends and spending the whole day out. I saw the opportunity and brought my girlfriend, Daniela. We had the house to ourselves and went straight to my room, hungry for each other after so long trying to find a place. I tore her clothes off in the hallway, shoved her onto the mattress and buried my face between her thighs until she started trembling against my mouth. Then she climbed on top, grabbed my cock with both hands and slid it inside herself slowly, impaling herself, letting me watch as she swallowed it whole.

I didn’t hear the door. I didn’t hear the footsteps. Daniela was riding me, her breasts bouncing, and I had my mouth buried on one of her nipples, both hands gripping her ass to ram her deeper, when suddenly a sharp door slam cracked against the bedroom frame. I lifted my head just in time to see my mother’s back disappearing down the hallway.

Daniela got dressed in a hurry, uneasy, and left. I sat on the bed for a while, trying to find the courage to face her. When I went into her room she was standing by the window, arms crossed.

—Respect the house —she snapped without turning around.

—Seriously, you’re telling me that? —I answered—. Why can you fuck here and I can’t?

She had no answer. Or didn’t want to give me one. I stormed out with another slam and locked myself in, sick of that absurd war that neither of us knew how to end.

***

Another week of tense coexistence passed. On Friday I went out with Daniela and came back late, a little drunk and exhausted. I went upstairs, took off my clothes and stayed in my underwear, ready to sleep. I was turning off the lamp when the door opened.

It was my mother. She was wearing a dark silk robe and had her hair down. She stayed in the doorway, hesitating, before speaking.

—We need to talk, Adrián. We can’t keep going like this.

—Then talk —I said, sitting up in bed—. I’m listening.

She sat on the edge of the mattress. It took her a while to begin, and when she did, her voice sounded more tired than angry. She told me she felt alone. That’s why she kept stringing together one failed relationship after another, that the men she met only wanted her for one night and none of them stayed. That she felt like she wasn’t good for anything serious.

I hugged her without thinking, the way I used to when I was a child. She broke down. She cried against my shoulder for a good while, and between sobs she confessed she’d been turning over that sentence of mine, the one I’d thrown out in anger in the kitchen.

—I thought about what you said —she murmured, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes—. That you could cover what I need. I’m going to stop looking for men outside, when I have you here at home.

I lost my breath. I thought I must have misunderstood her, but her gaze left no room for doubt. It was a look she had never given me before: it dropped to my chest, to my groin, and rose back up without the slightest pretense.

—If you want —she went on—, we can try. But only if you leave your girlfriend. I don’t share.

—I don’t know if it’s worth throwing away what I have for this —I said, my mouth dry.

A slow smile crossed her face.

—Then let me give you a sample. So you can decide properly.

She stood up and let the robe fall. Underneath she was wearing a black baby doll, so thin the lamp light went through it as if it didn’t exist. Her stiff nipples were visible pushing against the fabric, and lower down, the dark shadow of her shaved cunt with nothing underneath. I swallowed. All the logic telling me this was wrong stayed far away, drowned by the blood pounding in my cock, which was already hard against the sheets without permission.

—Come closer —she said.

***

I knelt in front of her on the bed and slowly lowered the straps. The fabric slid down to her waist and left her tits bare, round, fuller than I’d imagined, with two dark nipples that had already hardened against the tip of my tongue before I even touched them. Her skin smelled of cream and something warm I’d known all my life and that now suddenly meant something else. I closed my mouth over one breast, sucked the nipple whole, bit it carefully, and she threw her head back with a contained moan.

—Like that —she whispered, burying her fingers in my hair—. Harder. Suck them, my love, you’re so good at it.

I ran my tongue from one nipple to the other, sucked her tits slowly, then hungrily, until I left them shiny and stiff. I slid one hand between her legs and found her already soaking, her cunt open, her swollen, hot lips waiting for me longer than either of us would ever admit. I ran two fingers through her slit, up and down, and she opened wider for me, leaning into my hand.

—Put them in —she panted—. I can’t stand being empty.

I shoved two fingers in to the knuckles and began to pump them slowly, searching for her spot inside while I stroked her swollen clit with my thumb. Her cunt clamped down on me, gushed over my palm, made a wet sound every time I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in. She clutched my shoulder, panting against my neck.

—Deeper —she pleaded in a broken voice—. Like that, just like that. Put them all the way in. Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.

I felt her tremble all over. She came on my fingers with a muffled cry, squeezing my wrist between her thighs, and she still hadn’t finished breathing when she shoved me so I’d lie back.

She yanked off my underwear. My cock sprang out, hard and throbbing, and she stared at it for a second with her mouth slightly open. She licked her lips, bent over me, and took it by the base.

—Look what I had at home and didn’t know it —she murmured.

She licked me slowly, from balls to tip, one long hot stroke that made my back arch. Then she closed her lips over the head, sucked softly, and started to go down until she swallowed me whole. What came next left me speechless. She sucked me with a technique Daniela had never had, taking me halfway out, spitting, then swallowing me again to the very base, looking me in the eyes with my cock buried in her throat. My mouth filled with moans I couldn’t hold back.

—Slowly —I begged—. If you keep going like this I won’t last.

—Let go —she answered, lifting her head for a moment, her lips shining with spit—. I want to make up for all the time I lost. Cum in my mouth if you have to, we have the whole night.

She took me again, now deeper, and stroked my balls with one hand while she jerked the base with the other. When I was close, she suddenly pulled away and squeezed the base to cut me off, smiling.

—Not yet —she said—. Not yet.

She kissed me long and deep, a kiss that had nothing maternal about it, with her mouth still hot from sucking me, and it erased in one blow the last frontier still standing. Then she settled over me astride.

—Put it in me, Adrián —she said against my lips—. I want to feel you for real. I want to feel you inside your mother.

She took my cock and rubbed it against the lips of her cunt, soaking me completely with what was dripping from her. She brushed it slowly up and down, tapping her clit with the head, enjoying the way her breathing kept breaking.

—Ask me —I murmured—. I want to hear you say it.

—Please —she begged, arching toward me—. Fuck me, baby. I can’t take it anymore. Put it all the way in, I need you now.

She dropped her hips suddenly and impaled herself. I entered in one thrust, to the root, and she muffled a scream and dug her nails into my chest. I felt her cunt throbbing around me, wet, closing around my cock as if it didn’t want to let go.

—Hold still for a second —she gasped—. Let me feel you. God, you’re so big, let me feel you like that.

I stayed motionless, buried in her to the balls, until her breathing steadied and she started moving on top of me. At first slowly, rising and falling in a slow rhythm to feel me all the way, her tits swaying in front of my face. I grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched her nipples and she moaned louder, riding me faster and faster. The room filled with the sound of our skin slapping together, of her soaked cunt slurping me to the hilt, of her broken voice whispering filthy things in my ear.

—You fuck me so good, son —she panted—. Better than anyone. No one’s ever fucked me like you.

I grabbed her by the waist, turned her over, and put her beneath me. I spread her legs, threw them over my shoulders and drove into her again, now setting the pace myself, pounding her hard, watching my cock slide in and out shining with her juices. She clung to the sheets, mouth open, screaming at me not to stop, to wreck her cunt, to leave it ruined.

—Get on all fours —she asked me after, breathless—. I want you to fuck me from behind.

I put her on all fours on the mattress, ass high and back arched, and drove into her from behind in one thrust. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her that way, brutally, my pelvis slamming against her ass, hearing her moan into the pillow. I smacked her ass and she pushed back, asking for more. I gave her another. I grabbed her hair with one hand, tugged slowly, and she looked back over her shoulder with eyes glazed over with pleasure.

—Like that, my life —she panted—, do to your mother what you did to that little slut.

***

I don’t know how long it lasted. I lost track of time between thrusts, changes of position, and her voice repeating in my ear what she needed. I put her on her back again, lifted her legs onto my shoulders and drove into her until I folded her in two. When I felt I was at my limit, I tried to pull away.

—I’m going to cum —I warned through clenched teeth.

She pulled me against her with both hands on my ass, closed her legs around my waist and didn’t let me escape.

—Inside —she said, looking me in the eyes—. Inside, Adrián. I want to feel it inside. Fill me up.

—I didn’t bring anything —I protested weakly, already too spent to stop it.

—I don’t care. Fill your mother, baby. Cum inside me.

That was enough. I let out a growl, shoved all the way in and emptied myself into her in spurts, feeling each shot shake me to the core while her cunt clenched hard around my cock. She came at the same time, arching, digging her nails into my back, screaming against my mouth. We stayed like that for a long while, my cock still hard and buried, my cum dripping out of her slit and staining the sheet. We collapsed on top of each other, breathless, hearts racing. She kissed my forehead and smiled.

—So now do you think I’m worth it? —she asked.

—Tomorrow I’m leaving Daniela —I answered, and I meant it.

***

I slept in her bed that night and many others. The next morning she woke me with her mouth around my cock, sucking it slowly until it was hard, and made me cum on her tongue before we got up. We had breakfast together unhurriedly, as if we’d been doing it for years, her naked from the waist up and me with the marks of her nails still on my back. At the kitchen table we settled the rules: outside the house we would be mother and son and nothing more; inside, something else that had no name. I kept my part of the deal and broke up with my girlfriend that same day.

Lorena works as a teacher in the mornings and comes back at noon to make lunch. I returned from university in the afternoon, we ate, and for dessert we spent hours tangled up in bed or wherever desire caught us. I bent her over that same kitchen table more times than I can count, with her skirt hitched up to her waist and her panties hanging from one ankle, fucking her from behind while the lunch dishes were still unwashed. I sucked her off on the couch watching TV, mounted her in the shower with the water pouring over us, she asked me to cum on her face, on her tits, on her ass, on her cunt, wherever I wanted, as long as I came in her.

Over time she confessed to me that that first night had planted an idea in her head, one that frightened and excited her in equal measure. That it was still time. She didn’t need to insist much to convince me. Against all reason, we decided to let whatever had to happen happen, and to keep forever the only secret that truly matters in this house.