That Night I Surrendered to My Son’s Friends

“Not tonight, my love. I’m dead tired. Let’s leave it for another day, okay?”

Gonzalo blurted that out at the exact moment I’d slid my hand under his boxers and started stroking him to wake him up. He turned over, adjusted the pillow, and in less than a minute he was already snoring. Completely switched off, as always.

We’d been like that for months. Not one long kiss, not a single purposeful caress, nothing. And me getting myself off with the vibrator I keep hidden in the sock drawer, because otherwise I’d burn alive.

Anyone would have thought my husband had someone else. A young girl, maybe some patient flirting with him in the office. But impossible: we worked together in the dental clinic attached to the house, office to office. He did root canals, I did orthodontics. He had no room to cheat on me.

My name is Camila, I’m a well-preserved forty-six, and Gonzalo is already past fifty. We have a son, Tomás, who just turned nineteen and looks twenty-five.

I never cheated on him. Never. But I’m the kind of woman with her appetite on the surface, libido lit up all the time, and with a husband who didn’t react even if you pushed him, I had to do something. I started dressing tighter, more provocative. Not to seduce some potbellied fifty-year-old. No. I wanted youth, energy, desire. That’s what my body was screaming for.

***

The weeks went by and no candidate showed up anywhere. Until one Saturday afternoon my cell rang. It was Tomás.

“Hi, Mom. In a little while I’m heading out of the gym with Diego and Iván. We want to come home to play console, have a few beers... and maybe crash there. Can I?”

“Of course, my love. Come on over, I’ll be waiting.”

Those three had known each other since they were kids. They were like my foster sons, coming and going from the house as if it were theirs, and they’d called me “auntie” forever. Total trust.

About half an hour later they showed up a mess, sweaty, with their gym clothes stuck to their bodies. The gym was only two blocks away, but they came in looking as if they’d run a marathon.

“Hi, ma, how’s it going?” Tomás said, kissing my cheek.

“Good evening, auntieee,” Iván let out, the flirtiest of the three, running his eyes over me from head to toe. “Damn, doctora, you look radiant!”

“Hi, auntie,” Diego continued, eyes wide open. “Respect. Where did you get that body?”

The three of them stared at me like wolves. I was wearing tight jeans that clung to everything like a second skin, a low-cut blouse that showed the edge of my lace bra, and high-heeled sandals.

“Come on, boys, don’t exaggerate,” I told them, laughing, though inside something delicious was lighting up.

“Seriously, Mom,” Tomás said, looking at me in a way I’d never seen before. “You’ve got a championship body. You’re insanely hot.”

That sent a jolt through my belly. My own son looking at me like that, like a woman, shot my hormones through the roof. And I, unable to help myself, also looked them over: sweaty bodies, fabric clinging to them, muscles pumped from the gym. Everything was visible.

And then it hit me. Why go looking outside if I’ve got three right here, in my own house?

“All right, boys,” I said, calm on the outside but already turning the idea over in my head. “I’m ordering a large pizza. But nobody sits at the table smelling like sweat. Everyone upstairs to shower, move it!”

They laughed and ran up the stairs toward the bathroom, while I stayed downstairs ordering the pizza and thinking about what might happen that night, with Gonzalo at his friends’ gathering until late.

***

Am I really going to sit here like an idiot while those three shower? Not a chance.

I went up to the bedroom, took off my blouse and jeans, and put on black Lycra shorts that hugged everything like they’d been painted on, a little strappy top that left my nipples almost exposed, and the same heeled sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusted my breasts, and told myself I was edible.

The second floor has a continuous balcony that looks onto all the rooms, like an open-air hallway. It was already dark, so I went around the balcony quietly to Tomás’s bedroom window. The curtain was badly shut, with a perfect gap for peeking.

Tomás had already gotten into the shower, but Diego and Iván were waiting their turn, naked. Iván was about six-foot-one, brown skin, muscles carved in the gym, and dangling between his legs was something thick and heavy that left my mouth dry. Diego, the tallest, almost six-three, with lighter skin, had the same imposing hardware, already half hard just from standing there.

When Tomás came out, I almost fell backward. I hadn’t seen him naked since he was a child, and now... what a change. Athletic body, the same bearing as his friends, equally well endowed. I stood there with my mouth open and my heart pounding everywhere. The three of them naked, young, ready. I felt myself melting completely.

Right then the doorbell rang. I flew downstairs to get the pizza. The delivery guy looked at me dazed, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. I paid him and left the boxes in the kitchen.

***

The first one down was Tomás, in shorts and a T-shirt. When he saw me like that, he slapped my ass.

“Damn, doctora, everything about you is delicious.”

“Hey, bold one. Not even your own mother gets a pass, huh?”

Iván came in wearing a tank top. He raked his eyes over me from head to toe.

“Auntie, you look so beautiful. You’ve got a magazine body.”

“All right, all right, asshole,” Tomás told him. “Remember she’s my old lady.”

“Sorry, Tomasito, we know she’s your mom,” Diego cut in, “but that doesn’t stop her from being spectacular. Right, bro?”

Tomás thought for a few seconds and then, with a little smile that turned me on even more, said:

“You’re absolutely right. My mom is smoking hot.”

“Okay, heartthrobs, enough compliments. Eat, before the pizza gets cold,” I said, blushing but heated, thinking that even my son was looking at me like a woman.

During dinner I flirted shamelessly with Diego and Iván, without Tomás noticing: I brushed my leg against theirs under the table, leaned in so they could see my cleavage, bit my lip slowly. Then they went to the sofa to play, shouting and laughing.

I sat with them for a while, in the middle, crossing and uncrossing my legs. Then I said good night and went upstairs. I put on a satin pajama, tiny shorts and a little strappy top that clung to my body. I threw myself onto the bed to listen to their voices fading downstairs, until silence finally settled in.

I couldn’t sleep. In my head those three young, sweaty, hard bodies kept appearing. I was burning inside. I couldn’t take it anymore.

***

After a good while tossing and turning, I got up barefoot and went downstairs to the kitchen under the excuse of drinking water. Deep down I knew that if I crossed through the living room, things could get interesting.

Diego and Iván were supposedly asleep on the couches, but I later learned they saw me drift by like a ghost in the dim light, the satin clinging to my body. I poured myself a glass of water with my back to the door, leaning just a little over the counter, letting my shorts ride up.

Seconds later I felt the heat of a body pressing against my back. It was Diego, tall, firm, brushing over the fabric. He reached toward the cupboard as an excuse, but his hot breath hit the nape of my neck.

“Sorry, auntie. I can’t sleep, I came for water,” he whispered, his voice rough.

“No problem, honey. I can’t sleep either, not with this heat,” I answered, not moving, letting his body press closer.

Iván walked in right then, eyes shining.

“You look so damn hot in that little pajama, auntie. The satin fits you like it was made for you.”

“Hey, shameless one, I could be your mother,” I smiled.

“Let’s see, little doctora,” Diego said, all mischievous. “How about turning around a bit so these eyes can get checked?”

“So your eyesight’s bad. Fine, your doctor will take care of you,” I said, slowly turning on my heels.

“Auntie, you’re so mean to us,” Diego murmured.

“And why am I mean, if I haven’t done anything to you?”

“Exactly because of that. Because you still haven’t done anything to us,” Iván shot back, trapping me against the counter from the other side.

“And what do you want me to do?” I let out, my voice low.

“Show us those gorgeous tits. We want to see them all,” Diego asked bluntly.

“You’re crazy, boys. You could be my sons.”

“But we’re not,” Iván said with a smile. “And we’ve never seen ones like yours. Please.”

My heart was pounding in my chest and lower down too. I looked into their eyes, saw the hunger, and my own desire exploded.

“All right. But just for a little while.”

***

I slowly lowered the straps and let the blouse fall. They went silent, staring. They reached for me at the same time and started stroking me, soft but firm. A jolt ran through my whole body and I let out a long moan.

“Aah... okay, enough, boys...”

But instead of letting go, they replaced their hands with their mouths. Diego took one side, Iván the other, licking and sucking. My legs trembled. I was dying for it, so I let myself go and arched my back.

Diego slid his hand under my shorts, straight between my legs, and started rubbing me in slow circles. Iván, from behind, yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I was left naked, exposed, trembling.

“Why are you doing this to me, my boys?” I panted uncontrollably. “Don’t stop... don’t stop...”

After a few minutes, Diego lifted me in his arms like it was nothing and carried me to the living room sofa. He set me down with my legs wide open.

“You’re so hot, little auntie,” he said, already taking off his shorts. Iván stripped too.

Diego knelt between my legs and buried his face there. His hot tongue went up and down while Iván went back to my breasts. I was moaning loudly, not caring about anything.

“You make me feel so good, my darlings...”

Iván sat up, came to my mouth, and I took him slowly, feeling him fill me while Diego kept working me from below. The pleasure was brutal. An orgasm slammed through me all at once, from my feet to the nape of my neck, and I screamed, muffled against Iván.

“I’m coming... I’m coming hard...”

***

Diego, his face shining, rose up between my spread legs.

“Camila... do you want me to put it all the way in? Say yes, doctora.”

“Yes... please, my love... but slowly, it’s so big... you’re going to split me...”

He pushed in slowly, centimeter by centimeter. I felt myself opening, felt that hot, hard flesh entering me. While he spoke, Iván filled my mouth again, taking turns so I could breathe.

“Like this, Camila... do you feel it?” Diego whispered, his voice rough.

“Yes... like that... it reaches all the way to the bottom... aah!”

He started moving. First slowly, then faster, harder. The wet sound of bodies crashing together filled the living room. Every thrust made my whole body bounce.

“Keep going, auntie, you feel so damn good,” Iván growled, grabbing my hair.

I had both of them at once, one in front and one in my mouth, my legs over Diego’s shoulders, my body exposed. The rhythm turned savage. A second orgasm was coming for me, unstoppable.

“I’m coming again... aah!”

Diego covered my mouth with his free hand.

“Shhh, auntie... if not, Tomás wakes up and half the block will hear you.”

I screamed against his palm while the orgasm split me in two. When I could finally breathe, I let out a breathless gasp.

“Oh, my darlings... you made me come so good, twice in a row... Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Iván said, still rock hard. “Having a woman like this at home. The idiot.”

“You’re absolutely right,” I panted, still shaking. “Gonzalo’s the one missing out. And me, here, dying for it, I’m not going to keep holding back.”

***

“Very good, little doctora,” Diego said, flopping onto his back on the sofa with his hands behind his head. “Now climb on and ride.”

“You still want more, my babies?” I was practically drooling seeing they were still hard.

I got on slowly, kneeling on either side of his hips. I guided him to my entrance and began to lower myself, feeling him fill me again, all the way to the bottom. I stayed still for a second, trembling.

“Oooh... it all went in, baby... you’re relentless, damn...”

From behind, Iván wasted no time. He knelt between my ass cheeks and started preparing me patiently, slowly, while Diego kept me pinned from the front.

“Slowly, daddy... please, slowly... I’ve never done it there,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with lust and a little delicious fear.

Diego stayed still. Iván started pressing, opening me little by little. Burning pain mixed with pleasure, centimeter by centimeter, until I felt his hips against mine.

“Oh, my heaven... it’s going in now... slowly, my king... you’re splitting me, but damn it hurts so good...”

“It’s all the way in now,” Iván growled, grabbing my hips. “Look at you, Camila.”

He pointed me toward the display-case mirror. I turned and saw myself: hair wild, face red, body surrendered to the two friends of my own son while my husband was out partying and Tomás slept upstairs. Instead of scaring me, the image hit me like gasoline.

“Look at yourself properly,” Diego said, rough-voiced. “A woman of the house, given over in her own living room. Do you like it?”

“Yes... yes... I love it!” I cried, lost in pleasure.

***

They started moving in sync, as if they’d practiced it: one went in while the other withdrew a little. The feeling of being filled completely drove me wild. My moans turned into muffled howls.

“Don’t stop... deeper... I’m coming with both of you inside me!”

The thrusts sped up, faster, wilder. The sound of bodies filled the room. I was thinking of everything at once: my son sleeping upstairs, unaware; my husband out partying; me, cheating for the first time, and with not just one but two nineteen-year-old boys. I felt desired, forbidden, powerful, all at the same time.

The orgasm split me in two. My whole body tightened. I screamed without control, not caring whether Tomás woke up or the neighbors heard. I only wanted to lose myself in the lust I’d been repressing for years.

They didn’t stop. They kept pumping, each thrust more intense, until I felt both of them reaching the edge.

“I’m coming, Camila...” Diego panted, and spilled deep inside.

“Take it, doctora...” Iván growled almost at the same time, emptying himself too.

The double release dragged me into one last orgasm that left me trembling, soaked, wrecked on the sofa. They slipped out slowly and I let myself fall between them, legs open, body throbbing, sore but more satisfied than I’d been in years.

***

“Holy shit, Camila,” Diego said, wiping his face with his hand. “You’re a championship woman. You wrung every last drop out of us.”

“Oh, my boys,” I panted, hoarse from moaning so much. “You made me come like never before in all this dry spell.”

“Best fuck of my life, auntie,” Iván said. “The best.”

Suddenly I got worried.

“Do you think Tomás woke up? What if he heard us?”

Diego laughed softly, looking toward the stairs.

“Auntie, if your son had woken up with all that noise, he’d be standing here already. He sleeps like a log after the gym.”

We stayed there for a while, talking and laughing quietly, catching our breath. But not even five minutes had passed and I could already tell their eyes were roaming over me again. And I knew the night was still long.

“All right, my darlings,” I said, licking my lips. “But this stays between the three of us. If a single word gets out, you’re never stepping foot in this house again.”

“Don’t worry, auntie,” Iván said with a smile. “It works in our favor to keep quiet.”

After that I’d take a quick shower before Gonzalo got home and found me like this. I looked at the sofa, a total mess, and thought I’d say tomorrow that I’d spilled a glass of yogurt. After all, nobody would notice anything.

I gave each of them a long kiss and went up the stairs with my pajamas bunched in my hand, still trembling, already thinking about when they’d stay the night again.

To be continued...