My Son Came Back Home and Set His Own Rules

Remedios cleared away the dinner plates while the two men settled into the living room. Honorio, her husband, took the armchair stuck close to the television, his eyes fixed on the screen, as every night for months. On the sofa, a little farther back, sat Mauricio.

Their son lit a cigar and poured himself the whisky he usually drank after dinner. The meal had been copious, and he unbuckled his belt and the first button on his trousers to be more comfortable. He barely glanced at the absurd game show that entertained his father.

Remedios came over and sat beside him. She wore a short, strappy dress and, underneath, only fishnet stockings. She hadn’t worn a bra since her son imposed the new rules of the house, and her nipples showed through the thin fabric. A little makeup, a few drops of perfume.

—Want me to suck you off, son? —she asked softly.

—What do you think? —he answered, and finished lowering his fly to pull out his cock, which sprang hard in front of his mother’s face.

She knelt on the sofa and took it all the way into her mouth. She let out threads of saliva that dripped onto the upholstery, between retches and grunts. She lowered one hand to her sex to masturbate while Mauricio’s long arm lifted her dress and patted her ass before pushing a finger into her parted anus.

Two meters away, Honorio strained his ears to filter out all that wet noise and focus on the host’s laughter. When Mauricio’s moans rose above the television volume, he was forced to turn it up. He lowered his head, ran a hand through his hair, and kept watching the screen without daring to turn around.

Mauricio came in his mother’s mouth with his finger buried to the hilt. She was trembling at the same time, finishing her own orgasm. Then she cleaned his cock with her tongue, buttoned his trousers again, and laid her head on his shoulder while he savored what was left of the whisky.

—I’m going to bed —he said as he got up, loudly, so his father would hear—. Don’t be long, I’ll be waiting for you.

—Don’t worry, son —she answered with a smile.

A quarter of an hour later, after wiping the stains off the sofa, Remedios said goodnight to Honorio. He, unable to look her in the face, kept his eyes glued to the screen. He still couldn’t quite take in what was happening or how things had changed in that house.

***

Because something strange had taken hold there. The role of head of the family had been reversed, and now, after the economic debacle that had shaken the household, it was the newly arrived son who took the reins and assumed command.

It wasn’t that Honorio had died or become incapacitated. It was simply that, through his incompetence and his attempts to get rich via absurd shortcuts, he had lost the savings of a lifetime. Mad investments, cork cryptocurrencies, castles in the air.

When he confessed to Remedios that they were ruined, that he had mortgaged the house to cover the debts and avoid prison, she nearly had a heart attack. She watched him snivel in the kitchen, his elbows on the table, and felt no pity. She felt contained rage and profound contempt.

At fifty-two, Remedios found herself forced to imagine working again, scrubbing stairwells or cleaning offices, like when she met the naïve Honorio and sweet-talked him into marrying her. On top of that, she saddled him with the kid she was already carrying, the result of a furtive tumble with his boss.

That information never reached her husband. He always believed Mauricio had been born after seven months, as she and the bribed gynecologist told him, although the baby’s three and a half kilos made it clear the pregnancy had begun long before the rushed wedding.

For thirty years, Remedios had devoted herself to herself. Raising Mauricio in cotton wool, sending him to the best schools, and later living a hectic social life, gym, diets, and surgeons when her beauty began to fade. That gorgeous body was the envy of her friends and still made construction workers on building sites turn their heads.

So, although she was disgusted by the idea of asking favors of a son she had scarcely any relationship with, she decided to ignore her husband —reluctant to admit failure— and call him to bring him up to date on the disaster.

***

Mauricio listened over the phone to his mother’s whining speech with coldness. It was Sunday afternoon, and he was on the sofa in his bachelor apartment with the wife of an employee, whom he had invited over to celebrate the promotion he had just given her husband.

While Remedios sniffled and talked shit about her father’s incompetence, the grateful wife of the newly promoted man gave him an outstanding blowjob. Mauricio liked them like that, mature and well-padded. With the phone on speaker on the armrest, he guided her head and probed her ass with a finger. Part of the deal was to break in that ass, and the woman had prepared well.

He let his mother talk until he had his cock ready. Then he said goodbye, but left her a sliver of hope.

—Listen, Mom. They’re opening a company office two streets from the house. I’ve asked for the transfer. If nothing goes wrong, I’ll be running it at the beginning of the month.

—Really? —she asked, trembling.

—Of course. And if you like, I’ll move in with you and help with the expenses.

—Oh, son, you’re saving our lives! Thank you, thank you…

—Yes, Mom. Only you’ll wash my clothes, I’ll eat there every day, and a couple of other things, right?

—Of course, it’s your house.

He didn’t clarify what he meant by that couple of other things, though in his mind it was crystal clear. He wasn’t planning to spend a penny looking for women willing to be dominated when he had his mother under the same roof. He would explain it to her once he moved in.

He hung up, told the woman to get on all fours, and cashed in the husband’s promotion by breaking in her ass. She had a rough time for only a little while; after that she enjoyed herself like a champion and promised a second session. Deflowering the anuses of mature, well-padded women was one of his favorite specialties.

***

A week later, Mauricio arrived at the family home with two suitcases, ready to stay. The welcome could not have been more enthusiastic. Remedios, who was already imagining herself with scraped knees from scrubbing floors, was happy. She had made herself up: a summer housecoat with flowers and large buttons, a wide neckline showing the cleft of some white, soft breasts, with an attractive mole or two.

Seeing her, Mauricio’s imagination wandered to a scene in which his cock slid between those breasts. His mother had dyed her mane blonde with gray highlights; she had been to the hairdresser. She was pretty, and buoyed by the solution he represented.

She was so happy that she gave him an unusual hug. Mauricio moved in close and took the opportunity to grope her ass, soft beneath huge, comfortable panties, the kind women her age wore. A habit he intended to change soon with his list of rules.

He smelled her neck without disguise and planted a wet kiss below her ear, with an intention that had nothing filial about it. If she didn’t notice what that tongue inspection was about, then she was very lost when it came to these things. But, as she would later say, she did notice it, though she preferred to attribute it to the emotion of the reunion. The person who doesn’t justify themselves is because they don’t want to.

Honorio, ashamed of his failure, remained there with a timid smile and his head bowed, unable to string together a sentence. He saw the groping and said nothing. I suppose he thought it was accidental. How innocent.

***

Sitting at the living room table with a beer and some tapas his mother had served him, Mauricio took less than ten minutes to make a few things clear. He had come to help them, but in exchange he wanted honesty, commitment, and for both of them to accept that he was now the master and lord of the house. They both nodded, not really understanding where he was going.

—I’m moving into the big room. The married couple’s room.

—But, son, the other one only has a single bed —Honorio said timidly—. Wouldn’t it be easier for you to stay in your old room?

—No, Dad. You’ll move into my old room; the bed is enough for you. And Mom can sleep with me in the big one. That way we’re all happy, right?

As he spoke, he slid his hand under the table to his mother’s thigh. The thin housecoat had ridden up to mid-thigh. Honorio couldn’t see it, but from his wife’s irritated expression and the movement of his son’s arm he guessed what was happening. He didn’t dare say a word.

—But, son, I’m not sure… —Remedios stammered, red as a tomato.

—Mom, this is mandatory. It’s that or I leave and you keep the debt. Besides, you’ve always complained about the old man’s snoring. He can snore all he wants and we’ll sleep like logs. There’s trust here, we’re family.

While he rattled off that bullshit, he slid his hand up to the edge of her panties, implying that sleeping like logs was definitely not on the menu. He turned to his father.

—Am I right or am I right, Dad?

The poor man, bewildered, answered with a “yes” that barely escaped his throat.

—What? Speak up, I can’t hear you!

—Yes, son. Whatever you say. If your mother agrees… —the pleading look he gave Remedios was his last card.

But she was already enduring the hand that was groping near her soaked sex, which was certainly not indifferent to the intrusion. Dazed and aroused at the same time, she stammered:

—I… if Raimundo… I mean, if you think it’s the best idea… it’s fine by me… ah!

The little cry was caused by her son’s finger entering her. She was burning hot. She would have come if he had insisted a little more, but Mauricio preferred to leave her heated up, took his hand away and smelled his finger brazenly, which made both of them blush for different reasons.

—All right, settled. Come on, Mom, take Dad’s clothes out of the closet for the small room. You keep watching TV, Dad, no need for you to come.

Remedios got up as if propelled by a spring, and the robe took a moment to fall, just long enough for Honorio to see the wet stain on her panties. It was a flash and it was gone, but it was enough for him not to want to go over and help.

***

Half an hour had not passed when the moans from the bedroom rose above the television. Honorio, knowing what was happening, turned the volume almost all the way up.

Inside, Mauricio gave his mother two hard swats on the ass before turning her to face him.

—Well, let’s get serious, shall we?

He grabbed the robe and yanked it open, popping the buttons until she was left in her underwear. Her white flesh trembled with her ragged breathing. He stroked her face, lifted her chin, and kissed her: an intense make-out session while he took off her bra and freed her big, drooping tits. She responded with her tongue, no longer out of fear alone, but from pure desire.

—You kiss well —he said, surprised, as he pulled her huge panties down onto the carpet.

—How long has it been since you got a good cock in your mouth?

—What…? —she stammered.

—Are you deaf? Since when have you not given a proper blowjob? —He grabbed her hair to look her in the eyes.

—Many years… Since before I got married —she confessed, blushing.

—Well. They say it’s like riding a bike, you never forget.

He pushed her onto the bed and pulled down his trousers. His cock appeared in front of her face and she, open-mouthed, caught the intense smell of her son.

—But… I’m your mother. I shouldn’t…

A yank of hair was the only answer. In an instant her jaw was forced around that cylinder of flesh, the thickest she had ever tried, enduring the gag reflex as best she could.

It turned out he was right. Remedios quickly recovered the old knowledge that had lain dormant in her memory for thirty years, from her frivolous days, when she was an enthusiast who enjoyed it and didn’t get paid. Feeling her mouth full again, a pang of nostalgia hit her and she remembered how happy she had been, recognizing the spasms that came before the load.

—Fuck, Mom, this is incredible. The old man should be happy to have had you exclusively for so many years.

She was too focused to explain that she had never done anything like that with Honorio. In her marriage, sex had always been secondary, almost nonexistent. Maybe she had enjoyed herself so much before getting married that the memories were enough.

Mauricio came down her throat. He thought she would pull away, but she opened her mouth to show him the load, as only the best know how to do.

—You’re better than a lot of professionals, you know that?

—Thank you, son… —she smiled, modestly.

—You’ve earned a proper going-over. Lie down.

He buried his face between his mother’s legs. The smell of that mature woman’s pussy brought his erection back at once while he ate her cunt and slipped a finger into her ass. Remedios strung orgasm after orgasm together, finally aware of what awaited her with a man like that under the same roof.

The screams, growing louder and louder, made Honorio get up, worried. He must have thought his son was mistreating her. When he peeked through the crack in the door and saw her lying there, pressing Mauricio’s head against her, he felt stupid, humiliated, and above all, cuckolded. He didn’t last long there. Before going back to the living room he managed to catch sight of his son’s huge erect cock, a monstrous snake compared to his own. Genetics had made a leap. Well, his supposed son.

Back to the pitiful programming, Honorio missed the final fucking in which Mauricio penetrated his mother’s cunt amid insults. This time he turned the TV up full blast, because the “take that, take that!” were stabbing him like daggers.

***

When the pair finally came out, both grinning from ear to ear, barely an hour had passed, though to Honorio it felt like eternity. Long enough for his son to come twice and his wife an infinity of times. Too many years without orgasms not to make up for them.

Remedios was wearing only the robe, tied with a cord because the buttons no longer existed. Her tits were almost entirely exposed and, below, you could see her thighs and her sex still slick with semen. Mauricio, freshly changed, held her by the waist and gave her a loud smack that sent her into the bathroom with a silly giggle.

—Are you going out? —she asked when she came back, after a kiss.

—I’m going for a walk. That way you can organize the closets and sort out the room.

—All right. Honorio, I’ll take your things to the small room, okay?

—O… okay —he muttered, eyes on the screen, not daring to turn around.

He was right not to. While she spoke, his wife had Mauricio’s hand massaging her ass and one finger going into her anus like he owned the place.

—This is a preview of tonight —he told her, bringing the finger to her mouth.

—Great —she answered, sucking it deeply.

That night, when Mauricio drove his cock into her ass, he discovered that hole had had visitors too. A little out of practice, she took his twenty centimeters of new lover with enthusiasm, not caring that the screams reached the next room, where Honorio heard everything: the creaks of the old bed, the moans, the insults.

Through tears, unable to undo anything, the poor husband tried to understand what had happened. And the most surprising thing is that, instead of blaming his cynical son or his depraved wife, he blamed himself for the ruin that had led Mauricio to take possession of all his assets. His wife included in the package.