The Afternoon My Father and Son Shared Me

I’d been fucking my dad for several months. I know that’s not something easy for most people to explain or understand, and I don’t expect them to. What I do know is that it happened, that I chose it, and that I never once regretted feeling his hard cock buried all the way inside my cunt. The same thing was happening with my son Nicolás: we’d also been sharing something for several months, something that began as a tension neither of us wanted to stop, and ended with him coming inside me every week. By then the two of them already knew about each other. There were no scandals, no confrontations. Just complicit silence and a kind of complicity that bound us together in a way that’s hard to name.

I was the one who told my dad about Nicolás, one afternoon while we were in his room, with his cum still dripping between my legs. He wasn’t nearly as surprised as I expected. He listened in silence, gave a slight nod, and the only thing he asked was whether my son fucked me well. I told him yes, that he put it in me like few others could. I also told Nicolás about his grandfather. His reaction was similar: more curiosity than rejection, and an erection that showed in his pants while he asked me for details. The three of us lived with that secret split among us, invisible to the rest of the world but present in every conversation, in every glance that lingered a second too long.

That Tuesday afternoon I went to my parents’ house knowing my mother was away on a trip. I arrived around three, my dad opened the door with a calm smile, and although we went into the kitchen and made a show of making coffee, we both knew we weren’t going to drink it. We went up to the bedroom while there was still daylight, and the afternoon came through the half-open blinds as we got into bed, naked, his hand already searching between my thighs.

We were in the position he liked best: me on my side, with his body pressed against my back and his hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks before going in. His hands moved over my waist and hips calmly, sliding up to squeeze my tits, to pinch my nipples until they were hard. That was what I loved most about being with him: the patience. There was no rush in any of his movements. He parted my cunt lips with two fingers, checked how wet I was, and gave a rough chuckle against my neck.

—You’re already dripping, daughter —he murmured in my ear.

—Put it in already, Dad —I begged him, pushing my ass back against him.

And he went in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until he’d buried it all the way inside me. He moved with a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then driving it back in to the hilt, and I let myself go without thinking of anything except that thick cock opening me up from the inside. I could hear the wet sound of my cunt every time he thrust, and his balls tapping softly against me between my legs.

It was in that state, eyes closed and breathing steady, that I heard the front door. I recognized the steps on the stairs immediately. I knew them by heart: the specific weight of that footfall, the cadence of that walk. It was Nicolás. He’d said he’d meet me there later, but clearly he’d arrived earlier than expected. My dad heard him too and stopped, his cock still buried to the root.

—What do we do? —I whispered.

—Nothing —he answered quietly, giving a slow thrust that made me moan despite myself—. He knows how things are.

He was right. The bedroom door opened without anyone knocking. Nicolás looked at us for a second, taking in the scene—his mother naked, impaled by his grandfather, tits out and legs open—and instead of stepping back he closed the door slowly behind him. He was twenty-seven years old and wore an expression that mixed surprise with something I recognized instantly: curiosity, not scandal, and a bulge that began to show in his jeans.

—I got here early —he said, as if that explained anything.

—We can see that —I replied, my voice broken because my dad had started pushing into me again.

My dad hadn’t covered himself. Nicolás didn’t take his eyes off where his grandfather’s cock was sliding in and out of my cunt. He went to the armchair in the corner, sat down with his elbows on his knees, and said:

—Keep going. I want to see how Grandpa fucks you, Mom.

My dad took barely a second.

—If you’re staying, you stay still —he told him—. And take your cock out, because there’s no pretending here.

—All right —Nicolás replied.

And that’s how it was. My dad came closer again, took my hips in both hands and picked up exactly where we’d left off, a little harder now, making me bounce against his pelvis. It took me a few seconds to relax. The body takes time to adapt to new situations, even when those situations don’t really bother you deep down. When I did, when I let go of that initial tension and started pushing my ass back against him asking for more, the scene became something entirely different. Knowing Nicolás was watching every thrust, every time his grandfather’s cock disappeared inside me, added an intensity I hadn’t anticipated.

From where I was I could see him. At some point Nicolás unzipped his pants without making a show of it: he simply pulled out his cock—hard, thick, the tip already shining with pre-cum—and started stroking it slowly, eyes fixed on the spot where my cunt was swallowing my father. My dad noticed too. He tightened his grip slightly on my waist, as if telling me he’d seen it, and sped up a little to give him a better show.

—Do you like what you see, son? —I asked, with a rough voice I barely recognized as my own.

—A lot —Nicolás answered, running his hand all the way down the length of his cock—. It looks incredible the way he’s fucking you, Mom. You’re soaking wet.

—Your grandfather fucks like a god —I gasped, arching my back—. Look at me properly, my love. Watch how he opens me up.

My dad started moving faster, harder, driving in so deep that I had to grip the sheets with both fists. He sucked on my neck, bit my shoulder, squeezed one breast with his free hand while he kept hammering into me without mercy. The pressure built in my lower belly until I came like that, on my side, watching my son stroke his hard cock while his grandfather held me from behind and filled my cunt. I screamed. It wasn’t discreet. I didn’t try to be. I came hard around him, feeling every contraction around his cock.

***

When I came back to myself a little, Nicolás was no longer in the armchair. He was standing at the edge of the bed with his clothes half off and a huge erection pointing toward me, impossible to hide. He was holding it at the base and moving it slowly, waiting. My dad slipped out of my cunt with a wet sound, sat up, and looked at him.

—Can I? —Nicolás asked him, not me.

My dad looked at me. I didn’t say anything, but I opened my legs wider on the bed, showing my son the reddened cunt dripping with his grandfather’s cum. That was an answer too.

—Come here —my dad said—. I’ll show you how your mom likes to be fucked.

They positioned me between them, on my back, with my legs wide open. My dad told him how to place his knees, how to hold my thighs apart without squeezing too hard. He took my son’s cock in his own hand and guided it to my cunt, rubbing the tip against my wet lips before letting him enter. There was something that in another circumstance might have seemed absurd, and yet turned out deeply intimate: seeing them coordinate like that, with no competition or tension between them, my father teaching my son how to fuck the same woman well.

—Go in slowly the first time —he told him—. Let her feel every centimeter.

Nicolás went in slowly, exactly as he’d been told. When he was fully inside, the three of us stayed still for a moment. It was different from the other times, maybe because of the other man’s presence, maybe because there was too much intensity packed into that small room. His cock was thicker than my dad’s and filled me in a different way, stretching me from within.

—Oh, my love —I moaned—. You’re so hard.

—Like this —my dad said, his hand on his grandson’s back—. Exactly like this. Now start moving, son, calmly, pulling almost all the way out and then going back in to the hilt.

Nicolás started moving. Every thrust drew a moan from me, and he began to loosen up, gripping my hips more firmly, coming in with more and more force. My dad stayed beside us for the first few minutes, watching how his grandson’s cock went in and out of me, telling him when to speed up and when to slow down. He touched one of Nicolás’s ass cheeks, squeezed his balls gently so he could last longer. At some point he turned my face toward him and kissed me, sliding his tongue deep inside my mouth while my son kept fucking me. It was an unexpected gesture, and it was exactly what I needed to finally let go completely and start rocking my hips against Nicolás’s cock.

Then my dad sat up and stood in front of my face, his hard cock swaying at the level of my lips. I understood without him saying anything. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I took him in my hand and brought him closer, then swallowed him whole, sucking him with hunger. We’d done that many times before, but sucking him like that, with Nicolás driving into me from between my legs, was something entirely different. I felt my father’s cock hitting the back of my throat while my son’s cock opened my cunt with every push. I focused on keeping pace with both of them, on not losing myself in so many sensations at once. The afternoon light had changed tone and all you could hear in the room were moans, panting, and the wet sounds of the two cocks sliding into me.

***

It was my dad who suggested it. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a trail of saliva, lay on his back on the bed, and told me to get on top of him, facing away from his face, looking toward where Nicolás was. When I did, I felt the tip of his erection pressing exactly where I knew it was going to go. He started sliding it into my cunt from below, impaling me slowly until I was sitting on top of him, his cock buried to the root.

—Nicolás —my dad called, patting my ass—, have you ever double-penetrated a woman before?

—No —Nicolás answered from in front of me, cock in hand and eyes locked on where his grandfather had me speared.

—Well, today you will —my dad said, with a calm that felt strangely reassuring—. You’re going to put your cock in her ass while I have her by the cunt.

They prepared me between them patiently. My dad brought his fingers to his mouth, wetted them with saliva, and took them to my asshole, massaging it first on the outside and then pushing one finger in, then two, opening the way slowly while he explained to Nicolás what he was doing, why, and at what pace. He told him to spit on the tip of his cock, to coat it well, to guide me with his hand before pushing and not to jam it in all at once. I heard Nicolás come closer, felt his hand settle on my hip, the other placing the head of his cock against my ass, and then the gradual, firm pressure of his entry, pushing at the ring until it gave way.

—Breathe, Mom —he told me, his voice trembling—. It’s almost in.

It took a moment. He worked it in little by little, millimeter by millimeter, until his hips were pressed against my ass cheeks. When the two of them were inside me at the same time, I couldn’t move or speak for several seconds. It was a sensation I hadn’t planned for, one I couldn’t have fully anticipated: the pressure of both cocks at once, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, the heat of both bodies pinning me in place, both of their hands holding me as if I were something precious. I felt so full it grazed the edge of pain and pleasure at the same time.

—Are you okay? —Nicolás asked from behind, with a tenderness that was very much his own, not daring to move yet.

—Yes —I answered, my eyes wet—. Don’t stop. Fuck me both of you.

The two of them found the rhythm on their own, without anyone coordinating it out loud: when one pulled out, the other pushed in, alternating so there was always a cock filling me. I let myself go completely. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations: my dad’s cock opening my cunt from below, my son’s cock forcing my ass from behind, the hands squeezing my tits, Nicolás’s mouth biting my neck. At some point I lost track of who was doing what and simply stopped caring. It was no longer a situation to analyze. It was just something that was happening, and I wanted it never to end.

I came again, this time with both cocks inside me, screaming without a trace of shame, clenching them both at once with the contractions. Nicolás came first. I felt his heat spill into my ass, his breath break against the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my hips as he emptied himself in bursts. He stayed there for a moment, pushing the last spasms deep inside. When he pulled out, I felt his cum sliding through the insides of my thighs. My dad then took me by the waist and started pounding me from below hard, fucking my cunt with short, fast thrusts until he came too, with one last deep stroke that shook my whole body and filled me inside with his hot seed. I clung to his arms and let everything finish coming, feeling it spill inside me, wave after wave.

The three of us stayed still for several minutes, bodies pressed together, breathing slow, the two loads leaking out of both my holes. No one said anything. The room was silent and outside a car passed by, and someone closed a door on another floor of the building. Life went on exactly as before. Only we were no longer exactly the same as we had been before that afternoon.

***

We showered afterward, one by one in the same small bathroom. There were inevitable moments of humor: the soap that fell, the cold water because we took too long, Nicolás looking for the towel in the wrong place with his cock still half-soft. We laughed. That was part of it too, and maybe it was the part I liked most: that there could be laughter in the middle of something so charged with everything else.

When the three of us were in the kitchen, my dad made real coffee this time. Nicolás leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and looked at me with that expression he’s had since he was a kid, that mix of affection and something that never quite becomes fully nameable.

—Is this going to happen again? —he asked.

My dad lifted his cup without saying anything yet. I looked at both of them, first one, then the other.

—If you both want to keep fucking me together —I said—, I’m more than willing.

They answered at the same time, with the same word. That answer was more than enough.