My Neighbor’s Mother Came to Confront Me in a Fury

It all started because of Bárbara. A bank branch manager, a body made for sin, and a mind that planned her sex-filled afternoons with the same coldness she used to balance the books. Bisexual, addicted to sex that left your muscles aching the next day, with a taste for swapping clubs that gave her an air of dangerous sophistication.

The plan that afternoon was simple: her and me, blindfolded, a game of submission and dominance that promised to be memorable. But life has its own sense of humor and put Nerea into the equation. Nerea, my next-door neighbor, freshly eighteen, with a good-girl face hiding a wild beast. She was at my place when Bárbara arrived, and instead of a scandal we witnessed her initiation.

She went from her boyfriend’s clumsy hands to being the center of everything: my cock all the way in, Bárbara’s tongue devouring her pussy. For her it was like going from catechism to another gospel in a single afternoon.

And just when the smell of sex and sweat was hanging in the room like perfume, the mother showed up. Dolores. She didn’t catch us in the act, but she didn’t need to. The atmosphere, our flushed faces, the smell said it all. She took her “angel” away with a funeral face, and Bárbara was left with a contained rage that reeked of revenge.

***

Three weeks later, karma came knocking at my door again.

—Dolores is at the bank —Bárbara warned me over the phone—. She wants to talk to us or she’s going to kick up such a scene it’ll be heard all the way across the city. Tomorrow at two, at your place. Skip work.

I lied to my boss, made up a dentist appointment, and got ready for what I imagined would be a fifteen-minute meeting: a dressing-down, the usual apologies, and home. During those three weeks with Bárbara, I’d fucked her several times, always intensely. As for Nerea, who seemed shy, I only ran into her once, and I’d swear it wasn’t by chance. It was in the garage and it ended with her sucking me off on the hood of the car while I ate her pussy until I gave her two orgasms in a row. A crazily horny little girl.

I looked for her to warn her.

—Nerea, your mother has really gone off on Bárbara at the bank, and all because she wants to talk to us. Do you know what this is about? Did you tell her anything?

—I swear I have no idea —she replied, looking completely lost—. My mother, ever since she got divorced, has gotten weird and possessive. It’s ugly of me to say it, but she even seems jealous. For her, all men are assholes.

***

The next day Bárbara arrived early, carrying a bag that looked like the inventory of a luxury fetish shop. She took out everything: steel nipple clamps, a leather whip, and two harnesses with dildo attachments of biblical proportions.

—Your mother needs a good fucking —she declared, looking at Nerea—. She’s a horny woman, you can tell from a mile away. She’s not bitter: she’s a woman with a dry cunt.

Nerea, offended, defended her mother. Bárbara stroked her with the condescension of someone who knows it all.

—We’re all like that, girl. It’d be bad if we weren’t.

Dolores arrived on time, radiant in her indignation. Nerea hid behind the half-open door of her room, turned into a voyeur of her own tragedy. I poured water for her and whisky for us. Bárbara’s plan was clear: talk little, let her handle the situation.

Dolores wasted no time.

—I know what happened here. You took advantage of my daughter. You’re degenerates. My Nerea is an angel, she knows nothing about life. I’m going to report you.

That’s when Bárbara got up. At five-foot-nine in heels, she looked like a war goddess.

—Let’s get one thing straight —she snapped, and her voice froze the room—. First, never come back to my job in your life. Second, your daughter is of age, let her fuck whoever she wants. Third, you’re bitter because nobody’s touched you in ages. You’re jealous of your own daughter. With that body of yours, what you need is a good hard pounding. Get fucked until you’re satisfied and you’ll see how quickly you lose the urge to ruin other people’s lives.

Dolores was speechless. Bárbara came closer, and her tone turned into venomous caress.

—Tell me the truth. How long has it been since you really got fucked? Since you came like a crazy woman, feeling dirty and marvelous at the same time?

The answer came out in a broken whisper.

—Fifteen months and twelve days. Sorry, fourteen.

Bárbara sat beside her, hugged her, and spoke into her ear like the serpent in paradise.

—I understand. Your body wants sex, wants orgasms. Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, right? It makes you jealous to think about your daughter, about the smell of a man that was here. You masturbated thinking about her, imagining how she would enjoy herself, didn’t you?

Dolores nodded, her eyes full of tears.

—Many times.

***

And then Bárbara kissed her. It wasn’t a tender kiss, it was an invasion. In an instant Dolores’s breasts were out, two perfect tits trembling with the fury of so much drought. I looked toward Nerea’s room and saw her with her pants open and her hand inside, rubbing herself like crazy as she watched her mother become the woman she had always been on the inside.

We moved into the living room. The scene was as obscene as it was hypnotic. Bárbara with her legs spread on the sofa, and Dolores on her knees, eating her pussy with the hunger of someone starved.

—Like that, lick it all —Bárbara ordered her.

Nerea couldn’t take it anymore. She came out of hiding, undressed, and knelt in front of me to devour me. Bárbara, in a display of cruelty, shouted at Dolores:

—Look what your little girl is eating! Look how good she is at it!

And I saw Dolores’s face: lit up by lust, shame, and a desire so deep and dark that I knew nothing would ever be the same again from that point on. The protective mother was dead. In her place, another free woman was being born.

***

The scene in front of me was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Bárbara writhing on the sofa while Dolores worked on her cunt as if her life depended on it. Nerea, on her knees, sucked me so deep I could feel her throat opening to make room for me, eyes teary and chin shining.

I pulled away from her with a sharp movement.

—Now it’s your turn —I whispered.

I laid her on the rug, spread her legs, and drove into her without warning. She was soaking, a spring that drenched me the second I entered.

—Yes, fuck me like that! —she shouted, while Bárbara and her mother watched us with burning eyes.

Bárbara got up, left Dolores with her face a mess, and went for one of the harnesses, the one with the huge black dildo. She strapped it on with astonishing agility.

—Your turn, Mom —she said with a cruel smile—. Get on all fours and get ready.

Dolores, saying nothing, obeyed. Ass up, trembling between fear and pure lust. Bárbara knelt behind her, spit on that spectacular ass, and started massaging her anus with the tip of the toy.

—Do you want it? —she asked.

—Yes, please —begged Dolores, her voice a rasp of need.

Bárbara didn’t make her beg any longer. With a hard shove she fucked her, and Dolores screamed, a cry halfway between pain and pleasure. Every thrust made her tits swing and pushed her against the floor, where she rubbed her cunt against the rug. The mother, sodomized by her daughter’s lover, while the daughter let herself get fucked by me not a yard away.

***

I turned to Nerea.

—Let your mother see how the ones who really enjoy themselves do it.

I sat her on top of me, facing away, and slid back into her pussy. She started riding me while staring straight at her mother.

—Look at me, Mom! —she shouted—. Look at me while he fucks me! That’s how a woman enjoys herself, not crying like some bitter hag!

Bárbara redoubled her thrusts into Dolores.

—See? Even your daughter knows more than you! Enjoy it for once! —Then she gestured to me—. You, come here. Let’s make a sandwich out of this woman to get the bitterness out of her.

I slid out of Nerea, who protested with a moan, and moved in front of Dolores, who was still on all fours, her face covered in tears and saliva. I shoved my cock into her mouth and she swallowed it whole. Bárbara behind, me in front, dismantling that mother in the middle of the living room while her daughter masturbated watching everything. The smell of sex, sweat, and semen was a thick poison in the air, and none of us wanted to breathe anything else.

***

My stamina was iron. My mouth was getting fucked, my soul was getting fucked, and yet I refused to come. Nerea noticed. She saw in my eyes that I still hadn’t given in and her pride felt challenged. She wanted to be the one to break me.

She moved closer to her mother, who moaned with her mouth still full, and kissed her buttocks and back. Then her hand slid down Dolores’s sweaty belly to her cunt, already swollen and soaked, and she rubbed her clit with quick movements.

—No, Nerea, stop! —Dolores screamed, but her legs opened on their own, a betrayal of her body against her mind.

—That’s it, Mom, open your legs —Nerea hissed—. Let your daughter teach you what real pleasure is.

And then Nerea did what made me tremble inside. She pulled away, lay on her back in front of her mother, and spread her legs.

—Now it’s your turn, Mom. Lick it. Prove you can be as good as me.

Dolores hesitated for a second, the struggle written on her face. But the smell, the closeness, and the lust defeated her. With a moan of total surrender, she lowered her head and buried her face between her daughter’s legs. She started out clumsy, but soon instinct took over and she devoured her with the same hunger with which she had devoured Bárbara minutes before.

The scene was so perverse I felt my control cracking. Bárbara laughed and shoved her harness harder against Dolores’s ass, as if she wanted to pin her even more tightly against her daughter’s pussy.

—Now, asshole —Nerea told me, with her mother’s face buried between her thighs—. Now you’re going to give us all your cum while you eat a mother and her daughter.

And I believed her.

***

The image was the final straw. Dolores with her ass reddened by Bárbara’s toy and her face buried in her daughter’s pussy. My cock throbbed, a beast on the verge of unloading.

—I’m coming! —I growled.

The first spurt hit Dolores full in the face, still shining with Nerea’s juices. The second landed on the girl’s hair, and she lifted her head with her mouth open to receive it. The third and fourth bathed her tits. Bárbara knelt beside me, ripped off the harness, and opened her mouth to catch the last traces.

When I finished, the three of them were a picture of total disorder, panting, trembling, marked. Bárbara smeared my semen over Dolores’s face like it was cream.

—Now you’re marked. You’re ours. And you’re going to keep fucking until your cunt dries out.

***

But we were only just getting started. Bárbara went back to her bag of perversions and took out a small silicone suction toy with a remote control. She handed it to Nerea.

—This is for your mother. Put it on her clit and don’t take it off until I say so. I want to see her writhing, I want to hear her begging.

Nerea smiled as if she’d been given the best gift in the world. She placed the device on her mother’s swollen clit and pressed the button. A low hum filled the room. Dolores arched her back with a muffled cry.

—No, stop, it’s too much! —she begged, but her body was already convulsing in the first of a long series of orgasms.

—Turn up the power —Bárbara ordered, and Nerea obeyed delightedly.

The hum grew more intense and Dolores’s screams turned into uncontrollable sobbing, a mixture of pain and pleasure pushed to the edge. While the daughter tortured her mother, Bárbara got on all fours beside me.

—You and me now, asshole. I want to feel you again. Fuck my ass and leave it as open as hers.

***

And so we did. I drove into Bárbara’s ass with renewed fury while Dolores writhed on the floor, victim of relentless pleasure, and her daughter watched from above, masturbating.

—That’s it, Mom, enjoy it —Nerea moaned—. You’re mine. You’re all ours.

But Bárbara wanted more. She pointed at the bag.

—The whip and the belt. Use them on me. I want you to mark me.

I pulled out a nine-tailed whip, black and heavy, and a wide belt with a cold buckle. Bárbara stood up, back to me, hands braced on the wall, offering me her bare back. I raised the whip and let it fall with a dry crack. A red line instantly marked her pale skin, and she screamed, but it was a scream of pure pleasure.

—More! Harder!

I whipped her again and again, covering her back and ass with a map of marks. Then I grabbed the belt, folded it in half, and punished her with hard blows that rang off her flesh. Mother and daughter had fallen silent, transfixed. The toy’s hum stopped. Nerea sat on the floor, hypnotized, and little by little her hand dropped toward her own cunt.

She was the one who broke the silence, with a thread of a voice full of desire.

—Marcos... do the same to me.

I stopped, belt in hand, and looked at her.

—Please —she begged, standing up and turning her back, just as Bárbara had done—. I want to feel what she feels.

And then she looked at her mother, who was masturbating without being able to look away.

—Look at me, Mom. Watch me become the same as her. And enjoy it.

Dolores sobbed, a sound of surrender, and her fingers moved faster. I stepped closer to Nerea, her young back trembling in front of me, and brought down the first blow. A sharp cry escaped her throat, but it wasn’t pain: it was release.

***

Bárbara pulled my arm.

—I need a shower. And you stink of sin too.

She was right. We headed for the bathroom, leaving the battlefield behind. The hot water was a balm. Bárbara rubbed the marks on her back with a mix of pain and pride.

—You did it perfectly, as always. Not a single mark will show through my clothes. —She kissed me, deep and long—. But I think those two out there just stole the show from us.

We came out half-dry, ready for anything. Except for what we saw.

On the rug, mother and daughter were tangled together, devouring each other with a ferocity that was both love and hunger. What chilled us wasn’t just the image, but the broken words coming out of Dolores’s mouth.

—Do you feel it, baby? Your mother is licking the pussy she herself made. You’re mine, you always have been.

And Nerea, with her voice shattered by pleasure, answered:

—Yes, Mom! No one had ever licked me like this before.

Bárbara leaned over and whispered in my ear:

—Fuck, Marcos. They’ve outdone us. This is on another level.

She was right. We were no longer the masters of the ceremony. They were, two women who had descended into a personal hell we hadn’t even imagined in our darkest fantasies.

***

The end came like an explosion. Dolores came with a spasm that shook her entire body, and feeling the taste of her mother, Nerea unraveled a second later, screaming, trembling uncontrollably. They stayed like that, entwined, a mass of sweat and fluids, panting, laughing, crying. They were no longer mother and daughter. They were two accomplices bound by a secret that would make them immune to the world’s judgment.

Bárbara tightened her hand around my cock, which had hardened again.

—Now it’s our turn. Let’s put a bow on it.

I knelt over the two entangled bodies, aiming. They looked up at me with glassy eyes, smiling.

—Give us everything —whispered Dolores.

—Be our last sin —Nerea added.

And with a roar from the depths of me, I came over them, making sure they both got it equally, that I would be imprinted on their skin forever. When the last tremor left my body, I fell back, emptied out. Bárbara licked the last traces off me, a final gesture of submission that made me shiver.

We stayed there, all four of us silent on the floor, surrounded by the mess and the smell of absolute sex. Dusk was beginning to creep through the window, tinting the sky a lazy orange. No one said anything. There was no need.

I looked around. At Bárbara, the bank director turned into my perfect accomplice. At Dolores, the possessive mother redeemed in vice. And at Nerea, the shy girl transformed into an unrestrained woman. And I knew, with absolute certainty, that that afternoon was not the end. It was the beginning of something forbidden, something wonderfully broken. We had crossed every line, and in the process we had created our own hell. A place where, for the first time, we all felt at home.