The Daughter-in-Law God Put in My Path

More than once I’ve thought that my son Adrián wasn’t born of my blood. We look nothing alike, neither in our faces nor in our temperaments. I married young, at twenty-three, because the woman who was then my girlfriend got pregnant, and I was widowed before the boy turned ten. Since then we’ve lived under the same roof like two polite strangers.

Adrián turned out quiet, soft, addicted to politics the way other people get hooked on football. He spends hours with his headphones on, listening to congressional sessions. I’m a carpenter; I have a workshop that runs beautifully, and at forty-six I’m strong, in one piece, and with a head full of gray hair that, apparently, women like.

Because women are not something I’m short of. Since I was widowed, my sex life improved instead of fading out. Clients of every age have passed through the workshop, and with almost all of them I’ve shoved my cock on top of the carpenter’s bench, among the shavings and the smell of varnish. I don’t want a steady partner: I’m living damn well, I choose which cunt to wet my shaft with depending on the plan for the day, and I don’t answer to anyone. I’m fine like this.

The surprise came when Adrián turned eighteen and told me, all excited, that he had a girlfriend. When he introduced her to me, I was left speechless. Noelia was a beauty: petite, blonde, blue-eyed, with a shyness that made you want to protect her. Modest, devout, at Mass every Sunday. What’s a girl like that doing with my son, I thought, if he’s incapable of looking at anything other than a screen.

As time went on, Noelia started coming to the house more than my own son did. She liked me explaining things about the workshop to her, she helped me with the paperwork because she was studying business administration, and she got excited when I decided to build a pool on the plot, with its pergola, its barbecue, and its outdoor kitchen. She designed the spaces and chose the furniture. Meanwhile, Adrián kept to his own thing, shut away with his debates. For the first time in years, the house had life. And the life was brought by my son’s girlfriend.

***

One Sunday at the start of summer I had arranged to meet Marisa, a client to whom I let invoices run and who paid me by sucking me down to the throat and letting her ass get split for less than the cost of a bedside table. She had her husband in the hospital and wanted to spend the day fucking by the pool. I wasn’t expecting Adrián and Noelia to show up for a swim.

—Stay, I’ll make barbecue for everyone —I told them.

Noelia signed up right away, happier than my son, who sprawled out with his headphones on and disappeared from the world. In the water, Marisa and I played at dunking each other and tossing one another around. Underneath, every time she came near me, I’d pull aside her thong and shove two fingers into her cunt, and the dirty bitch would squeeze her legs together so I couldn’t pull them out. Noelia watched us from the hammock with a sadness that made me feel sorry for her.

—Come on, Noelia, get in with us —I called to her.

She came over delighted. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her in my arms, and tossed her into the water. When she came back up, I dove between her legs and sat her on my shoulders. She was laughing like I’d never seen her laugh before. When I lowered her, I let her body slide down my chest until she felt, against her thigh, the cock hard as a rock that my swim trunks barely concealed. It was a moment. But her skin prickled, and it wasn’t from the cold water. I felt it pressing into her belly and how she took half a second too long to pull away, with her nipples showing through the wet Lycra.

Later, while Marisa and I were preparing the meat inside the kitchen, things heated up. She yanked my swim trunks down, knelt against the washing machine, and sucked my cock with enthusiasm, using both hands, spitting saliva over the glans so she could take it all the way in. She’d pull it out just to lick my balls and then swallow it again to the hilt. In the reflection of a mirror hanging on the wall I saw a shadow in the window: Noelia, spying on us, motionless, with one hand shoved inside her swimsuit. Knowing I was being watched by her got me hard as hell. I put Marisa on her knees against the cabinets, on all fours, ripped off her thong, and drove my cock into her soaking cunt in one blow. She let out a howl that bounced off the tiles. I started fucking her with hard, dry thrusts, gripping her hair, yanking her head back so the girl in the window could see clearly how my balls swung between the legs of that married woman. Marisa panted, “more, bastard, more,” and I drove it into her to the root. When I felt I was about to come, I pulled out, flipped her over, and emptied the whole load over her tits, shot after shot, leaving thick drops hanging from her nipple. I wiped my glans with two fingers and stuck them in her mouth. When we went back out to the garden, Noelia was already at the table, flushed red, thighs pressed together, pretending nothing had happened.

***

The following weeks, Noelia and I became inseparable. One Saturday she came to prepare some desserts in my kitchen just when I had invited Verónica, another lover I had to be careful with because she was municipal and married. I asked the girl for a bit of privacy.

—I won’t bother you —she said, and gave me a naughty look before laughing.

Verónica and I spent the afternoon in the garden. It was a brutal fuck, the kind that leaves marks and tears out screams. I laid her on the sun lounger, spread her legs until she was nearly split in two, and ate her cunt until her thighs were trembling and her vulva was swollen, red, and dripping. Once she couldn’t take any more, I got on top and shoved my cock in at once, balls deep. I fucked her while glancing sideways at the kitchen window, knowing Noelia was behind the curtain. I changed Verónica’s position three times: I put her on all fours and drove my cock into her ass while she rubbed her clit and screamed that she was a filthy bitch, that I should split her asshole, open her up good and wide. She came with my cock buried all the way in her ass, clenching her sphincter like a vise. When I finished, I came in her mouth and she swallowed every last drop, licking my glans clean.

When I went into the kitchen afterward, wearing thin wet boxers that hid neither the shape of my glans nor the veins along the shaft, I noticed how Noelia couldn’t take her eyes off me. She was trembling, one hand braced on the counter as if her legs might give out. I went over, took her by the waist, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek. I brushed, almost by accident, my cock, still half hard, against her hip. She was expecting more, I know it, she wanted it, she parted her lips and a sigh slipped out. But that was all: I went to my room. Let her go to sleep with her cunt burning. It’s a dangerous game, but I’ve already started playing it.

***

The day of lunch with Noelia’s parents, I got the surprise of my life. When her mother came in, the two of us froze. Elvira had been my client for years, ever since the storm when I rescued her car from the river with the workshop tow truck. Since that day, she thanked me from time to time by spreading her legs on top of my desk, her panties hanging from one ankle and my cock emptying itself inside her. In her house they called me “the hero.” Her husband, Tomás, was a good-natured cuckold who only knew how to talk about politics, just like my son. It turned out they knew each other from some forum and hit it off instantly.

Noelia was overjoyed to see the trust her mother and I had for each other, never imagining where it came from. I suggested a swim. I came down in a tight swimsuit, fully aware of how the bulge stood out, the cock outlined from top to bottom, and got into the water to play with the two of them while the men argued on the loungers, oblivious to everything.

I dove under and sat Noelia on my shoulders, just like that first day. With her perched up there and laughing, I grabbed Elvira from behind, moved her swimsuit aside under the water, pulled out my cock, and with one shove drove it all the way in, balls deep. Her mother stifled a moan and her eyes rolled back.

—What’s wrong, Mom? —Noelia asked from above.

—Nothing, daughter… a nail… —Elvira panted—. Andrés is fixing it with his foot, ah, ah…

—With his foot?

—Yes, daughter, yes… —and her voice broke.

I started fucking her cunt with short, deep thrusts, taking advantage of the water’s buoyancy to drive it in to the hilt without splashing. I groped her tits inside the swimsuit, pinched her nipples, and she squeezed my cock with the walls of her cunt as if she didn’t want to give it back. It only took four more thrusts for her to come: her whole body tensed, she threw her head back, and I felt her cunt contracting in waves around my shaft. I slipped it out discreetly, the glans still throbbing and a white cloud escaping among the bubbles, tossed Noelia into the water, and stole a quick tongue kiss from Elvira. The two of them were cracking up laughing over what we had just done in front of everyone. And Noelia, once again, had seen everything from the kitchen window.

***

Under the pergola I poured vermouth for mother and daughter. Elvira already had flushed cheeks from the wine and from the orgasm she’d just had in the pool.

—Those two are always at the same old thing —she said, pointing at her husband and my son—. Politics and politics. You can see how much attention mine pays me. And from what I can tell, your son’s going to be the same with my daughter. What a pair.

—Well, let’s see if for once the only lucky one in your company won’t be me —I answered, and they both laughed.

—I’m better off by your side —Noelia let slip, looking at me in a way that was no longer innocent.

I played along for a while, until I felt a hand under the table looking for my package. It was Elvira’s nails, emboldened by the wine. She pulled my cock out through the inside of my trunks and started jerking me off slowly, her palm sliding up and down, pressing the glans with her thumb. If she wanted play, she’d get play. I hooked one leg over my knee and started stroking her cunt over her swimsuit, then moved the fabric aside, sinking two fingers in to the knuckle, searching for the spot inside. She was soaking wet, and I could feel her pressing against my hand every time Tomás changed the subject. In one of her spasms, her knee jerked and hit Noelia, who looked under the table and went serious. She saw her mother pumping my shaft and my fingers buried between Elvira’s legs, gleaming with arousal. Her lips trembled as if she were about to cry. I had to act.

***

—Noelia, come with me to the kitchen —I said.

Once inside, I got straight to it.

—Your mother and I, from time to time, fuck. It’s something your father can no longer give her. We keep it discreet so as not to break anything. Don’t judge her: today she’s happy, and that’s the only thing that should matter to you.

—I find it hard to understand —she murmured—. She always talks to me about fidelity, about principles… I envy her.

—Envy her for what?

—That she can enjoy you and I can’t. —She lowered her gaze—. Adrián and I haven’t done anything. We want to wait until marriage. I’m a virgin. He hasn’t even touched me, and I haven’t touched him either.

—What an idiot —it slipped out of me—. That boy isn’t my son, I’m crystal clear on that. With the woman in front of him, and he still hasn’t even tasted the cunt.

I whispered in her ear that tonight she should find some excuse to stay the night, that I was going to show her what a man does to a woman when he wants her. I kissed her earlobe, bit her neck, and gave her butt a gentle smack just as her mother came in with a tray. Noelia, that very same afternoon, told everyone she was staying in the guest room to tidy up and clean. Tomás took Elvira home, thanking his god for the luck that a hero like me had entered his family’s life. I preferred to keep quiet.

***

Adrián went to bed early, dizzy from the wine, not wanting dinner. I found Noelia alone, tidying up the pergola.

—Your son doesn’t want me, Andrés —she said—. He doesn’t even look at me.

—Come here —I held out my hand.

I took her to my room and closed the door. She was trembling, too afraid to look at me. I took off my shirt, unfastened my trousers, and slowly pulled down my boxers. When the cock sprang free, thick and hard, pointing straight at her, she stood staring, motionless, frightened and eager at the same time, mouth half open.

—It’s big… —she whispered—. It’s going to hurt.

—It won’t hurt, sweetheart. I’m going to prepare you thoroughly first.

I lowered her swimsuit centimeter by centimeter: small, firm breasts, pink nipples already hard, a flat belly, and between her legs a sparse blond patch that barely covered the lips of her cunt, still closed like an unopened fruit. She was beautiful. She burst into tears from pure fear and shame.

—Easy, sweetheart —I hugged her, stroked her hair—. We won’t do anything you don’t want. If you don’t want to give me your virginity, I won’t force you. And if you do give it to me, I’ll be as gentle as I know how.

—I love you —she whispered against my chest—. I want to be your woman. Fuck me, Andrés. Take it from me yourself.

I laid her on the bed and held her from behind, one hand on her breast pinching the nipple carefully and the other running over her thighs, her belly, down until I barely brushed the lips of her cunt with my fingertips. I told her in her ear to sleep, that everything would come in its own time. And she fell asleep holding my arm, exhausted, as if she had finally found a safe place. I stayed for hours with my cock hard, pressed against her ass, breathing in her hair, holding myself back.

I woke her before dawn, with my mouth between her legs. I opened her thighs slowly and ran my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, very slowly, finding her clit with the tip and circling it. I kissed her slowly, without hurry, sucking her inner lips, sliding my tongue inside her. At first she woke with a start, clamping her legs together, but I put my hands on her hips and kept going. Little by little she stopped being afraid, started arching and sighing, grabbed my hair with both hands and pressed my face against her cunt. She came the first time with my tongue inside her, very softly, hardly believing it, her thighs trembling around my head. I taught her, patiently, everything no one had ever taught her: I took her hand and guided her fingers over her own clit so she could learn how to touch herself. Then I knelt at the foot of the bed, spread almond oil over every inch of her skin, massaged her tits, her belly, the insides of her thighs, until she shuddered from the slightest touch. I ran my damp thumb over her clit and with my other hand I slipped in one finger, then two, feeling how her virgin cunt opened at my pace, how the inner flesh throbbed tight and hot.

—Suck me too —I told her—. Learn. Put it in your mouth without fear.

She sat up and looked at it closely, with respect, like someone about to try something forbidden. She stuck out her tongue and gave the glans a lick. Then another. She took it into her mouth carefully and sucked it slowly, helping herself with her hand, looking me in the eyes the whole time. I was almost about to come in her mouth from pure arousal. I lifted her before I did.

I sat her on my lap, facing me, looking into each other’s eyes, with my cock pointing at her cunt from below. I grabbed her waist and lowered her slowly until the glans rested against her parted lips and she felt the barrier of her body. I stopped.

—Are you sure?

—Yes —she said, and bit my shoulder.

I pushed slowly, just enough. I felt the membrane give, felt her cunt opening around my cock centimeter by centimeter until it swallowed it whole. She stifled a sharp, prolonged cry, tears in her eyes that weren’t from pain alone. “I love you,” she kept repeating, “I love you, Andrés, don’t pull out.” We stayed still, kissing with tongue, my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, feeling how her body got used to mine from the inside. After a while she started moving on her own, up and down slowly, wanting more. I grabbed her hips and guided her, setting the rhythm, until she forgot the pain and started fucking me, mouth open, panting, with her tits bouncing against my chest.

—That’s it, sweetheart, ride me, don’t stop.

—Oh, Andrés, you’re so big, you fill me up completely…

I turned her onto her back without pulling out, spread her legs against my chest, and started thrusting into her from above, slowly at first, then harder, with strokes that ripped a moan from her on every downstroke. I found her clit with my thumb and rubbed it to the rhythm of my thrusts. She came a second time, mouth open and silent, clawing at my back until she drew blood, her cunt squeezing my cock in spasms that forced me to bite my lip so I wouldn’t empty myself inside yet.

I flipped her over, put her on all fours on the bed, grabbed her hips, and drove my cock into her again, this time from behind. I could see her white ass lifted toward me, the folds of her cunt opening and closing around the shaft every time it came out and went back in. I fucked her like that until I felt the orgasm climbing up through my balls.

—Inside? —I asked hoarsely.

—Inside, inside, fill my cunt, I want to feel it…

I drove myself to the hilt and emptied myself inside her, hot shot after shot, gripping her hips so I wouldn’t pull out even a millimeter. She came a third time with my semen burning inside her, screaming my name into the pillow.

We lay there, my cock still inside, my load dripping down her thighs. When the sun came through the window, the sheets betrayed the battle: blood, semen, fluids, all mixed together. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the shower, where we started all over again. I fucked her standing against the tiles, one of her legs hooked around my hip and the hot water falling over us. I sucked her tits while I thrust into her. I made her swallow another load, this time on her knees in front of me, mouth open and tongue out, learning to take it like a good little slut.

***

—Andrés, I’m the happiest woman in the world —she told me under the water, wiping a drop of semen from the corner of her mouth.

—Remember that you’re my son’s girlfriend.

—Adrián means nothing to me anymore. He doesn’t love me. I love you. I want to be your woman, give you children, run your house. And if you bring friends over or fuck my mother in front of me, I won’t mind. Just let me love you and let me suck you off when you get home from the workshop.

That left me speechless. That same afternoon I sat Adrián down and told him plainly: Noelia was no longer his girlfriend, but my woman and, by the way, his stepmother. He protested, more because he was losing the girl who paid for his studies than out of love. I told him I’d pay for university, but he’d work in the workshop starting Monday at eight. He stormed off angry to his room to listen to his debates. He never came back: he finished his degree and stayed in the capital, involved in a party. I know little about him.

Elvira ended up moving in with us when Tomás, who wasn’t that stupid, put two and two together and divorced her. I enlarged a room and the three of us slept together, in a huge bed where many nights we fucked all three at once, mother and daughter taking turns on my cock, sucking me together, eating each other’s cunts while I watched them and jerked myself off before taking them one after the other. Noelia never reproached me for anything; on the contrary, she lovingly raised the little sister who came along, my daughter by her mother. Sometimes the heart has reasons that reason knows nothing of. I don’t care about criticism or sermons about what we are. We’re happy, and that’s enough for me.