That Summer at the Chalet with My Mother and My Sister

My name is Mateo and I’m a seducer. Let me tell you about it. I’m twenty-six years old and I’ve lost count of the women I’ve slept with. There are faces I no longer remember, names I get mixed up. A few months ago one of them wrote to me to remind me of our night together, and I had to lie because I couldn’t place her in my memory.

I’m fairly attractive and, yes, I’m also well endowed. They tell me so, not me. My cock hangs thick even at rest, and when I get hard no one hides the look on her face when she sees it.

I have to confess something I don’t brag about out loud. I don’t always get the ones I go after. But if the girl I like doesn’t want to give in, I almost always end up fucking another, less dazzling one by the end of the night. Anyone who wants to feel looked at and open her legs, you know what I mean.

I tell them all the same thing: that I have a gorgeous girlfriend, but she doesn’t do it for me. For some it works, for others it annoys them. I learned early on to read in their eyes which version they’d rather hear.

But there’s one fantasy I’d been carrying around since before I started collecting names. Being with two women at once, having two cunts open in front of me, two mouths fighting over my cock. I’d tried every possible way and never managed it. That summer, at my mother’s chalet, that desire had come back to tap me on the shoulder.

My mother is forty-seven. She’s slim, athletic, a woman who takes care of herself with the discipline of someone who knows she looks and is looked at. Her hair is cut very short, dyed a nearly white blonde. A tattoo runs up her right arm to her shoulder. She’s been divorced twice and for the last couple of years she’s lived with a man we call Don Esteban, though she calls him by his name. She’s liberal, very much so. She talks about sex with us without a filter — the cocks she’s sucked, the times she’s come that week — and I think a large part of my own brazenness comes from that.

My sister Lucía is twenty-one. She’s the other side of the coin. Long brown hair, honey-colored eyes, a rounded figure in all the right places: big tits that tremble when she laughs and a perky ass that fills out any dress. She reminds me of those Italian actresses from the sixties, the ones who appeared on screen and no one ever breathed the same way again. But unlike my mother, she’s shy. She’s been with a couple of guys in her life and now she doesn’t go out with anyone. She’s waiting, she says, for the right man. I, who know her, know that inside that cautious body there’s a fire just waiting for someone to strike the match.

The three of us were at the mountain chalet, spending the first week of August there. I was still chewing over my failure from the previous month. Lucía and I were watching a movie sprawled on the sofa, and my mother was smoking on the terrace, glancing at us over her shoulder from time to time. The movie had an unimportant scene, a couple kissing in a pool, and I got hard. When that happens in front of them I usually cross my legs or change position. That afternoon I didn’t. I let the bulge show under my shorts and watched their reactions.

Neither of them said anything. My mother put out her cigarette in silence, but I saw her gaze drop to my crotch and linger there a second too long. Lucía kept staring at the screen with that fake concentration women have when they know they’re being watched, and crossed her legs, pressing them together as if something were burning between her thighs.

That very night I went down to the village and took a girl home from the bar in the square. Carla, she was called. Red hair and two drinks too many. I brought her up to the chalet by the service stairs and took her into my room. As soon as I closed the door I yanked her dress over her head and threw her onto the bed in her panties. Carla was the type who screamed, and I made sure she screamed louder than ever that night. I spread her legs and ate her cunt until she came with her hands in my hair, tugging so hard that my eyes watered. Then I fucked her from the front with her knees by her ears, then on all fours biting her neck, and I finished by putting my cock in her mouth to empty myself completely against her palate. I knew, of course I knew, that my mother and sister were three doors away, hearing every one of Carla’s moans, every slap on her ass, every “like that, daddy, harder” I dragged out of the poor girl.

***

The next morning I went down to breakfast with Carla still disheveled. Lucía treated her sweetly, poured her coffee, asked if she wanted toast. My mother smiled politely, but something inside her was boiling. I know her. She waited until the girl got into the shower and cornered me in the kitchen.

—I don’t want your conquests in this house —she said softly—. Aren’t you ashamed?

—Whatever you say, Mom.

—That’s how men are.

—I don’t like that girl —I replied, looking her straight in the eyes—. I don’t like any of the ones I take to my bed.

My mother went still for a moment, with a dishcloth between her fingers. Something clicked inside her, something she tried to hide by dropping her bangs and looking toward the window.

—And then? —she asked—. Who do you like?

—I can only tell you that none of them treats me the way they should. None of them sucks my cock the way I want.

I saw her eyes widen for an instant, her mouth part, a breath catch in her throat. She didn’t say anything. I went upstairs, told Carla to get dressed, that she couldn’t stay, that it was complicated. She blushed when she realized my mother didn’t want her there. When she left, Lucía followed me out to the porch.

—It’s not fair, Mom will never change —she said, leaning on the railing.

—She’s right —I answered—. Carla was after what she came for. She’s not like you.

Lucía looked at me a second too long. I swallowed and went back inside with the feeling that I had cast a hook into still water.

***

My mother was the first one to cross the line. That very night she got into my bed. I was lying on my back, eyes closed but awake, and I felt the mattress dip beside me. She didn’t say anything at first. Her hand slid under the sheet, found my cock already half hard, and wrapped around it with cold fingers. She started moving slowly, with the patience of someone in no hurry, pulling the foreskin up and down, squeezing the head with her palm, spitting into her fist to slick it better.

—Sweetheart —she whispered—, sweetheart, what have I done to you?

I didn’t answer. I let her do it. She yanked the sheet away and lowered her head. Her hot mouth swallowed me whole, all the way to the base, until I felt the tip knock against her throat. She sucked and came back up, leaving a thread of spit hanging from her lip. She pulled me out and licked my balls one by one, murmuring obscenities I’d never heard from her before: “what a beautiful cock my boy has,” “I know how to treat you, my love,” “let me eat all of it.” I grabbed her short neck, that nearly white blonde mane, and fucked her mouth slowly, feeling her drool, feeling her choke and go back down. When I was close, she moaned with my cock inside her and the vibration made me blow. I filled her mouth with cum and she swallowed every last drop, sucking the tip afterward like someone who didn’t want to waste a thing. The sheet ended up stained with spit and semen and my mother left the room without looking back, barefoot, the way she’d come in, licking her lips.

Two days later it was Lucía’s turn. But with her I had to push first. I left the bathroom latch open one afternoon, knowing she was going to come in looking for toothpaste. I was in front of the mirror, masturbating slowly, my hard cock pointing at my navel. When she opened the door and found me like that, she didn’t run. She froze for a moment, eyes fixed on my hand going up and down. She locked the door behind her, knelt down, and took me into her mouth as if she’d been practicing for months.

—You’re so hot, little brother —she told me between laughs, eyes shining and chin already wet—. I’d imagined it, but not like this. I didn’t know you were that big.

She sucked with her teeth, not knowing how to pace herself, mixing saliva and arousal. The poor girl had no technique: she took in as much as she could and choked, pulled back, tried again. I grabbed her head and taught her the rhythm, in and out, halfway, then all the way to the back. She learned fast. I caught one tit under her T-shirt and pinched it. She moaned with my cock in her mouth. She pulled me out and licked my balls with her broad tongue, clumsy but enthusiastic, running back up the shaft and taking the whole thing into her mouth again. She slipped a hand under my shorts and touched herself while she was sucking me off. I came into the sink, shooting thick ropes against the white porcelain, and she watched the stream as if she were witnessing a miracle, with her thumb still buried between her legs and her lips shining.

***

That night I was the one who went looking for her. I stripped her slowly, bit her neck, sucked her tits until her nipples went purple, and opened her legs wide. Her cunt was almost bare, with a thin strip of brown hair, swollen, shining lips. I ate it slowly until she could barely breathe, sinking my tongue between the folds, sucking her clit with my lips, sliding in two fingers and curling them upward. She writhed, covered her mouth, pressed my face against her cunt. She came moaning my name for the first time, her hips lifting off the mattress. And then I fucked her on the rumpled bed while Don Esteban slept at his house, oblivious to everything. I slid in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, watching her bite her lip. She was so tight, clenched like a wet fist. I felt under me that she was different from all the women I’d had before. She knew where to tighten her internal muscles, knew when to be quiet and when to beg me, “deeper, little brother, deeper.” She climbed on top and rode me with her tits bouncing in my face, then turned around and mounted me from behind so I could watch her ass swallow my cock whole. Her gasps weren’t performance: they were those of a woman who’d spent a long time carrying other people’s lust and was finally letting herself have her own. She took me to the edge twice before letting me finish. I finished from behind, gripping her by the hair, slamming into her to the hilt until I emptied myself inside her with a roar she muffled with her hand.

The following afternoon it was Lucía’s turn to be prepared. I told her I was going to do whatever I wanted to her and that she had to trust me. I asked her to use an enema, I rubbed oil over every inch of her back, her ass, the crease between her cheeks, and I laid her face down on the bed with a pillow under her hips so she’d open up properly. I licked her asshole slowly, soaking it with saliva, slipping the tip of my tongue inside over and over until she started moaning into the pillow. First I put in one finger, then two, twisting them, stretching her open. I entered her from behind very slowly, with the tip well lubricated, watching her breathing. She was so tight. Her ass clamped down around my cock as if it didn’t want to let me in. It was hard for her at first, she bit her wrist, begged me to stop and then a second later to keep going. Within a few minutes she started seeking out my body with her hips and touching her own clit, without me saying a word. I fucked harder, holding her by the waist, feeling the hot ass milk my cock with every thrust. “More, more, give it all to me through the ass, little brother,” she whispered, her voice breaking. I shot a load inside her that painted her walls from within, and when I pulled out, a white thread ran down her thigh. She was still trembling, ass open and dripping, with that mixture of disbelief and pride of someone who discovers she’s capable of anything.

***

But the afternoon I’d been waiting for didn’t arrive until the fourth day.

I was lying in a hammock by the pool and Lucía, in the water, was sucking me off with her elbows on the pool edge. My cock was out of my swimsuit and she, with wet hair stuck to her face, was going up and down with her mouth open, moaning, licking my balls with her tongue. My mother appeared behind us without our hearing her. I felt her hands on my shoulders, her mouth seeking mine, her tongue without asking permission, tasting of tobacco and mint. I stroked her thigh under the short dress and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties: I found her wet cunt directly and slipped two fingers into it in one go. She moaned into my mouth. I wanted to pull her into the water, but she slipped free and went into the living room without looking back, licking the fingers that had touched her sex.

Lucía didn’t stop. She kept sucking me off with more hunger than ever, as if she knew she was competing. I tried to listen for my mother’s footsteps inside the house, but the mix of pleasure and water made me lose track. When I pulled my sister out of the pool, we were both dripping down the hallway, opening doors, peeking into rooms. My mother wasn’t there. I thought she had locked herself in the big bathroom. She wasn’t there either.

I saw her through the kitchen window. She was on the front porch talking to Don Esteban, who had just shown up unannounced. The two of them were coming toward the house.

I took Lucía to my room and locked the door. I threw her onto the bed, ripped off her bikini with one tug, and buried myself between her legs. I fucked her again while the couple settled in downstairs. I drove it in all the way at once, not giving her time, and she bit her forearm to keep from screaming. I heard my mother’s footsteps coming up the stairs, and I sped up on purpose until the headboard started hitting the wall. Lucía’s tits were bouncing and one hand was covering her mouth, eyes half-closed, murmuring through clenched teeth, “like that, like that, let him hear you.” I came just as she reached the landing, inside her again, in hot spurts that spilled down her thighs, and I left the sheets a mess, with stains of cum and wet pussy. I did it on purpose.

—And this is the stud —Lucía said with a mocking laugh she herself didn’t quite believe—. He sighs over me but’s done in three minutes.

My mother opened the door without knocking. She’d seen everything and heard everything: my cock still leaking between Lucía’s legs, my sister with semen running down her thighs onto the sheet. She fixed me with an icy stare.

—We’ve got company, pig —she said, and shut the door again.

Lucía walked out after her as if I weren’t there, ignoring me with a pride I’d never seen in her before. They left me alone on the bed, my heart pounding, my pants at my ankles, my cock still hard, shiny, wet.

When Don Esteban left an hour later, I went down to the living room with red-rimmed eyes as if I’d been crying. I hadn’t. I had saved myself for that moment. The erection showed under my swim shorts, marked and obscene, and both of them saw it at the same time. I took Lucía by the hand and led her to the big bathroom without saying a word.

The two of us got into the shower. The water was pouring over us. I ripped off the bikini she’d put back on and pressed my mouth to a nipple, biting it until she screamed. She knelt again, mouth open and tongue out, waiting for my cock.

—How am I doing? —she asked, looking at me with hazy eyes, as she licked me from top to bottom and ran the tip along my cheek.

—Like a perfect slut —I told her, and pushed her head against me.

At that moment they knocked on the door. My heart raced so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. It was my mother. She was wearing only a short silk robe that she let fall to the floor as soon as she came in, and she locked the latch behind her. I saw her all at once: the small firm tits, the nipples already hard, the pussy shaved clean, shining, soaking wet without needing to touch herself. I took her by the hand and pulled her under the water with us.

The three of us under the spray. My mother, my sister, and me. I asked my mother to kneel beside Lucía and looked down at them: both with mouths open, tongues out, waiting. They took turns sucking me off. First one, then the other. Lucía bit down and gave me little tugs that made me close my eyes, sucking greedily, choking on purpose. My mother was all tongue and lips, slow, with that patience of someone who knows pleasure isn’t measured in minutes, wrapping around my tip, rolling her head, pulling back to spit on the glans and take me back in again.

Then both at once, one on each side, their tongues meeting on the tip of my cock. They kissed there, with my glans between their mouths, mother and daughter licking each other’s tongues around my crown. I didn’t know where to look. I braced my back against the tiles and let them divide me up. I brought my hand down and pinched my mother’s nipple while I grabbed Lucía’s wet hair. I made my mother stand behind me and kiss my back and ass. I spread my cheeks with my hands and asked her to lick me. She didn’t need asking twice. I felt her hot tongue go in and out of my hole while Lucía swallowed me whole from the front. My mother licked me where no one had ever licked me before, playing with my balls from behind, sliding a finger in slowly. I changed the order by gently tugging their hair. My mother playing with my cock in her mouth and Lucía gone wild with my ass, tongue and fingers at the same time.

Then I asked them to stand up and eat each other out. Lucía leaned against the tiles and my mother knelt in front of her and ate her cunt hungrily, sucking her clit until she trembled. I fucked my mother from behind, bent over as she was, while she devoured her daughter. I drove into her hard, gripping her by the hips, with the three of us under the hot water. Lucía came with my mother’s tongue inside her, moaning my name and hers, grabbing us both by the hair. We switched: I put Lucía on all fours on the shower floor, my mother underneath licking her cunt, and I fucked Lucía from behind while my mother ate her clit at the same time my balls brushed her face.

The orgasm was brutal. All the summer’s tension gathered in my balls and came out in a nonstop spurt. I ruined both of them: my mother’s face, her hair, her open mouth, Lucía’s breasts, a string hanging from both their chins. They helped themselves collect it with their fingers and lick the cum off one another, kissing with semen on their tongues. Then I kissed their smeared cheeks with a strange tenderness, and rubbed against them whispering that I loved them. It was true, even if it sounded absurd said there.

—It’s real —I told them—. It’s real because you love me too.

I got out of the shower and, before closing the door behind me, looked at them one last time. They were each in her own corner of the tub, masturbating with their eyes closed. My mother with one hand on the faucet, the other buried between her legs, two fingers going in and out of her cunt with a wet sound, her thumb circling her clit. Lucía with her back against the wall and her fingers finding herself slowly, the other hand pinching a nipple. They were moaning under their breath, glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and at one point I saw my mother stretch out her hand and stroke Lucía’s thigh, and Lucía spread her legs wider and let her slide two fingers in all the way. They didn’t wait for me. They didn’t need me.

I closed the door and stood in the hallway for a while, listening to the two of them come together on the other side of the wood.

That summer changed the way I understood desire. I learned, among other things, that women are not trophies and that the fantasy I’d been chasing for years wasn’t in any bar or any nightclub. It was much closer, waiting for someone bold enough to ask for it. What came after that vacation is another story. But that night in the shower, with the water still running and the two of them glancing at each other with their fingers still inside, I knew I could never again be the old Mateo.