My Mother Wanted My Father to See Us Together

I had left work early and was in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for dinner, when my phone buzzed on the counter. It was a message from my mother, one of those that change the rest of your day.

“Your father suspects I have a lover and I don’t know where he got the idea. He may say something to you. I haven’t told him anything else. Kisses.”

I wrote back telling her not to worry, that if he said anything to me I’d let her know. Though I doubted he would. With my father there had never been the kind of trust needed for that sort of thing. He had worked all his life, and now, retired, he had a thousand things to keep him busy away from home. With my mother, on the other hand, our relationship had gone from being a battlefield for years to something neither of us would know how to explain out loud.

I kept cooking and forgot about it. A little later I heard the key in the door. It was Nuria, my ex-wife, back from some errand.

“Did you make dinner for me?” she asked, kissing my cheek.

“I didn’t know if you were eating with your guy tonight,” I admit I said it with a sharp edge. She’d been seeing some guy for a month, and that had kept her out of my bed. It bothered me more than I cared to admit.

“No. And I don’t think that’s going to happen on any other day either,” her tone turned dry. “He dumped me.”

I wasn’t expecting that answer. I felt bad about the joke.

“I’m sorry, seriously. You seemed excited.”

“Things happen. He confessed to me that he was with me because I reminded him of his ex, and that his therapist had recommended he break up with me. Can you imagine?”

“Wow. Well, I’m making dinner for two, come on,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“I’m going to change and come back. I need to stop thinking. Truth is, I wasn’t even that happy with him. A man our age who doesn’t work and lives with his parents isn’t exactly the best option.”

She came back wearing nothing but a long T-shirt. It had always been her habit to take off even the last piece of underwear at home, and having her that close without being able to touch her had been killing me all month.

“I made burgers and rice,” I said.

“You’re a sweetheart,” she came over and kissed me on the lips, like before.

***

We ate dinner talking about nothing. She seemed calmer than surprised.

“How are you taking it?” I asked.

“Fine. It’s not like I’d built any illusions. And I’m comfortable here, with you. I’d like to have something stable, of course, but with you right now that can’t be.”

“You know I love having you here. We always got along better as companions than as husband and wife. And I appreciate that you don’t judge me for what’s going on with my mother.”

“Have you missed me, then?” she asked, laughing. “I’ve barely been home this whole time. But you have your mother, and she won’t leave you alone. I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you again, if you want.”

There was no need to answer. We finished dinner and got into bed to watch a series. I was naked and she was still wearing that T-shirt that barely covered her hips and outlined her nipples. Pressed against her body, I paid more attention to the brush of her skin than to the screen.

“I have to confess something to you,” she said, glancing at me sideways. “The day your mother caught us, it turned me on like crazy.”

“It was a weird situation. I was terrified about how she’d react.”

“Yeah. But her comment, that thing about how she’d like to have something more with me, kept going around in my head. Can you imagine her and me, with you watching? I’m sure you’ve fantasized about seeing the two of us together,” her voice teased each word as she slowly caressed herself, tracing on her body what she was describing.

“I’m not going to lie. I’ve thought about it. And it would be incredibly hot to have my two women at once.”

“Or I could fuck your father, to even the score.”

“That never occurred to me.”

“It did to me. He always looks at my chest. I’m sure he’d love it, even if I’m a little less endowed than your mother.”

“I lose my mind over it,” I said, grabbing one breast through the fabric.

“Better turn off the TV and give me a proper session. I’m sure it’ll help me forget that asshole.”

She didn’t have to repeat it. I kissed her hard while one hand slid over her back and the other moved from her breasts to her thighs. Her skin felt warm, soft, familiar by heart.

“I’m so turned on,” she panted, taking her hand between her legs. “Put it in already, I want it inside me.”

I positioned myself between her legs and eased in slowly before setting the pace. She’s one of those women who come several times, so I devoted myself to giving her everything I had, deep and steady, until she was trembling. When she warned me she was close, I pulled out in time and finished on her stomach, because she’d asked me to. I lay down beside her, kissing her neck.

“You’ve left me feeling so good,” she murmured with her eyes closed. “I needed that. Now let me sleep, I’m wiped out.”

She rolled over and collapsed into sleep. I wasn’t long after her.

***

The alarm went off and she was already gone; she must have left for work. A quick shower brought me back to the world. While I was making coffee, I heard the door. It was my mother, who had a key.

“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted her naked in the kitchen.

“What are we going to do about your father?”

“Nothing. Let him keep imagining things. He’d never guess that I’m the one bringing his wife back to life.”

“This morning he was at it again. He says he can tell I’m different, that he’s sure there’s someone. I think he’s afraid it’s a younger man and that I’ll ask for a divorce to leave him. I love him, despite everything, and it hurts to see him like this.”

“Then deny it and that’s that. Tell him you want to stay with him, that there’s nothing going on.”

“I felt bad about lying to him anymore, and in the end I told him yes. That I have someone I sleep with, a younger man, only for that, to fill what he can’t give me anymore because of his ailments.”

The news left me frozen. That changed everything.

“And what did he say?”

“He surprised me. He said that, in part, he’s glad I have what he can’t offer me. And he made me a proposal.”

“What proposal?”

“He wants to take part.”

“How? What does that mean?” I didn’t like the idea of sharing her with anyone.

“He doesn’t mind, but he wants to watch you make me feel good.”

I was speechless. On one hand, my mother had uncovered part of the secret; on the other, my father wanted to look on while another man gave his wife pleasure. And I had no idea how we were supposed to get out of that without tangling everything up even more.

“In fact,” she went on, “I told him I’d propose that the two of us see each other with him in front of us.”

“What are you saying? I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You come into the house and I take you to bed. You’ll be wearing a balaclava, I told him I didn’t want him to be able to recognize me later on the street. And you give me pleasure in front of him.”

“And if he realizes it’s me? That would be a catastrophe.”

“You’ll wear a balaclava and you won’t speak. Not a word. He’ll feel better, I’ll feel better, and we’ll go on as always. He agreed never to ask when or where we see each other.”

“I think you’ve gone crazy.”

I wasn’t at all sure about the plan. But if it kept the two of them calm, what did it matter. And I couldn’t deny the idea had a certain thrill to it: my father watching, without knowing it, how his own son was taking what was his right under his nose.

We set it for the following morning. She had told my father I worked afternoons, that I was a policeman. That same afternoon she bought a balaclava and let me know she’d tidied up her waxing.

***

My father had placed an armchair in the bedroom so he could watch comfortably. My mother would leave the light off and the blind barely raised, just enough so I wouldn’t be easily made out. The important thing was that I not open my mouth.

I spent the night on edge. Nuria slept with me, but satisfied from the day before, she was out cold right away without looking for me.

At the agreed time I showed up at my parents’ building. I rang three times, the signal, and they let me in. My heart was pounding, between nerves and excitement. My mother greeted me wearing a thin robe, I imagined she was naked underneath, and kissed me.

“He’s waiting in the bedroom. Get undressed here and put on the balaclava. Don’t say anything and act as if we were alone. Today you’re my lover, a stranger.”

We went in. I saw him seated in the armchair, dressed, one hand over his mouth. My mother went to the bed, untied her robe, and stood naked. She lay down and I lay beside her, with my back to my father.

I started licking one nipple while holding her breast in my hand. I slid my fingers down to spread her legs, found her clit and, noticing it was dry, made her lick my fingers to moisten them.

“I want you to make me come like this, with your fingers,” she whispered.

I focused on that, following her instructions, and moved in close to kiss her with tongue, like on any other morning between us. It didn’t take long before she arched and let out a long moan.

“I’m coming,” she announced out loud, so he could hear her well. “I love those fingers. Now I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me good.”

I knelt between her legs, lifted them and held them under my arms. She guided me to her entrance and I drove in hard, with no resistance. I glanced sideways: my father had pulled out his cock and was stroking himself while watching us.

“Sink it in all the way,” she begged through her moans. “Enjoy this old body that needs taking care of.”

I barely let any air out, silent, savoring the fact that I was cheating on my father in front of him. My thrusts became harder and harder.

“Come on me, let my husband see,” she said, turning her face toward him.

I pumped hard a few more times, pulled out and finished on her stomach. My father got up from the armchair and came closer, not wanting to miss a detail. He quickened the pace of his hand until he let out a short gasp and a meager load on her chest. My mother gathered the remnants of both with her fingers and brought them to her mouth.

“Two men giving me pleasure,” she said, stroking both sexes. “I love this.”

I avoided looking at him. He, on the other hand, looked at me more than at her; I supposed he was trying to figure out whether he knew me. While I recovered, I went down to lick her clit, parting her lips, my mask soaking with her wetness. Feeling her so aroused only turned me on more.

“Look, darling, how he’s doing it to me,” she panted. “Do you like seeing me like this?”

He answered with a barely audible “yes.” When I looked again, he’d put his cock away and was watching quietly from the armchair, less enthusiastic than he had promised to be.

“You know what?” she said, turning to him. “I let myself be done to in every way. Now I’m going to get it from behind, which I like too.”

I got behind her and went in slowly, gaining ground little by little in a body that already knew that treatment well. The pleasure was enormous; I felt her clench around me as if she wanted to keep me inside.

“Harder,” she begged. “Enjoy me.”

I held out as long as I could, stretching the moment, until I grabbed her hips and thrust all the way in. I came inside her while holding my father’s gaze, his eyes never leaving me.

“I can feel it hot inside me,” she announced.

I pulled out slowly. My mother turned and held me for a moment in her hands.

“You gave me so much pleasure today,” she said, looking at my father. “And you got to see it. Now you can go and leave us to rest.”

He said nothing. He left the bedroom and the house without a word.

***

Work was calm that day. I was relaxed until, in the middle of the afternoon, her message arrived.

“Your father has left home.”

The distance between them was old, but I never imagined something like that. I called her as soon as I could. She answered crying.

“He’s gone and he didn’t tell me where. I suppose to his brother’s place.”

“Did you argue? I thought he’d be happy to see you happy.”

“He left the house and stayed waiting near the entrance. He wanted to see my lover come out. But he saw you come out. And he put two and two together.”

“Fuck. I didn’t think he could see me. I should’ve been more careful.”

“He came back and started packing. When I asked him what he was doing, he only said, ‘Enjoy your son,’ and left.”

“Maybe if I talk to him… I don’t know… I could explain something.”

“I don’t think it’ll help. By accepting his proposal, I’ve blown everything up without realizing it.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I hope he calms down and comes back.”

“He won’t. But if tonight, when you get off work, you stay here, I’d appreciate it. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course I’m staying.”

After that, my father never spoke to me again, and barely spoke to her. They signed an express divorce and he went to live with his brother. I was left with the field clear: my mother all to myself, no hiding and no waiting for her, and Nuria back in my bed. My own harem, built on the ruins of what had once been a family.