The Day My Mother and My Grandmother Comforted Me

My mother Mariana had raised a son and a shadow on her own. The three of us lived under the same roof: her, her mother Esther, and me. And although the years had worn her down like anyone else, Mariana had a body impossible to ignore. Wide hips, a defined waist, and a pair of ass cheeks so generous that anyone would turn to look as she walked by on the sidewalk.

That Thursday afternoon I was trying to study at the dining table. The university entrance exam was just around the corner, and the books felt heavier than my head. My mother was sweeping the living room floor in a fitted white skirt that clung to everything. I tried not to look and failed every two minutes.

—You’re very distracted, son —she said, leaning on the broom handle—. What’s wrong?

—Nothing, Mom. Too much pressure.

—Pressure about what, my love?

—The exam. There are few spots and a lot of people applying.

—You’re going to get in. You can do it.

I lowered my eyes to the book. The letters blurred together. I was having trouble concentrating and, worse still, I didn’t want to admit the real reason. My body was hot, with a persistent discomfort that had nothing to do with summer. My cock had been hard against my fly ever since she bent down the first time to pick up the dustpan.

My mother left the broom leaning against the wall and came over. She placed her cool hand on my forehead.

—You don’t have a fever. But you’re sweating.

—I’m fine, really.

—Adrián, look at me. What’s wrong?

I swallowed. I was trapped between two kinds of shame. The exam one, and another much more intimate.

—I feel frustrated, Mom. And angry.

—About school?

—That too. Professor Daniela has it in for me. She threatened not to let me finish the term. If I don’t finish it, I can’t sit the exam.

—And why did she threaten you like that?

—Because she caught me looking at her...

I stopped. I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. My mother crossed her arms and waited.

—Her cleavage?

—No.

—Her legs?

—Her ass, Mom. I was looking at her ass.

There was a strange silence. My mother let out a nervous laugh and tried to hide it by covering her mouth.

—Oh, son. You shouldn’t do that.

—But I wasn’t the only one. All my classmates look at her. She has a very good...

—She has a very good ass, yes. I know, I’ve seen her at the parents’ meeting. It’s normal for you boys to look at her. But you have to be discreet, Adrián.

I nodded without lifting my eyes. I wanted the conversation to end there, but my mother had that look of someone who still hadn’t said the most important thing.

—And tell me, do you only look at your teacher’s ass?

I felt the blood rush to my ears.

—Mom, please.

—Answer me.

—What do you mean?

—I’ve seen you looking at me. And at your grandmother too.

I pressed my forehead against the book. I wanted to disappear between the pages. I heard her move a chair and sit beside me.

—Don’t get angry. Just tell me. Is it true or not?

—Mom, enough.

—Is it true or not, Adrián?

—Yes, Mom. It’s true. Both of you. Sorry.

I waited for the shout, the lecture, the punishment. What came instead was a gentle caress in my hair.

—Don’t apologize. I noticed months ago. If it had bothered me, I would have said something. And your grandmother knows too.

I jerked my head up.

—Grandma knows?

—She was the one who told me first. “Mariana, that boy looks at your ass as if it were the first time.” And then she added, “And at mine too, daughter. At mine too.”

I wanted to sink into the floor. My mother kept speaking with a calm that left me defenseless.

—We’re not angry. At our age, a woman appreciates being looked at. And your grandmother is still doing very well. It’s normal, son. You’re nineteen and your hormones are through the roof.

—Then why didn’t you tell me anything?

—Because we knew you’d suffer if we talked about it. And because... I don’t know. We didn’t mind all that much either.

***

—That’s why the boy’s so stressed out —said a voice from the kitchen doorway.

My grandmother Esther had heard everything from the other room. She came in with that air of someone who gives the orders and everyone obeys. She came up behind me and pulled my head against her chest, pressing my face into her big, soft tits. I felt the warm weight of her breasts flatten against my cheek and my cock gave a brutal jerk.

—Mom, what are you doing? —Mariana protested.

—Comforting my grandson. Can’t you see how he is? You’re pressuring him with questions and making him even hotter.

—Mom, please. Don’t start.

—Don’t start what, daughter? As if you didn’t know what he needs. As if I couldn’t tell with you too.

I didn’t dare move. I could smell my grandmother’s sweet perfume, the softness of her neckline, the heat of her skin seeping through her blouse. My tongue slipped out on its own and I licked the top of her breast, that wet hollow between the two tits.

—He’s my son, Mom. It can’t be.

—And what’s wrong with it, Mariana? The boy’s distressed. He’s got an exam breathing down his neck and a teacher chasing him. If we don’t take that pressure off him, he’ll fail everything.

—And the way to take the pressure off is this?

—It’s one of the ways. And the fastest one. And the healthiest, I’m telling you. For a nineteen-year-old boy, the best way to bring his heat down is to drain his balls.

My mother fell silent. My grandmother let go of my head, sat in the chair next to me, and started unbuttoning her blouse with astonishing ease. Button by button, unhurried, looking me straight in the eye.

—Come on, Adrián. Look at me. Do you like them like this?

—Mom, no! —Mariana pleaded, without moving from where she stood.

Esther lifted her breasts over her bra and brought them up to my mouth with a smile. They were two huge white tits, crossed by blue veins, with dark nipples already hard. I didn’t think. I buried my face between her breasts and kissed them slowly, then hungrily. I caught one nipple between my lips and sucked hard, as if I were feeding. My grandmother let out a low moan and pressed my head against her chest.

—Like this, sweetheart, like this. Suck them good. Bite them a little. That’s it.

Her skin smelled of lotion and something older, hotter. I ran my tongue all around her areola, sucked the tip until it shone, switched breasts and did the same. My grandmother stroked my hair while I lost all shame paragraph by paragraph. With one hand I grabbed her other breast and squeezed it with my whole palm, feeling it slip between my fingers.

—You’re crazy, Mom —said Mariana, but her voice had softened.

—A crazy woman who knows what she’s doing. Look how you look at him, daughter. As if you weren’t thinking the same thing. Your pussy’s wet; don’t deny it.

***

My mother was standing a yard from the table. Her hands were clasped in front of her, lips pressed tight, cheeks red. Esther pulled away from me for a moment, looked at the bulge showing under my pants, and let out a low laugh. She stretched out her hand and squeezed my cock through the fabric.

—Look at this, Mariana. Look at what your son has between his legs. Feel it, daughter. Feel this cock you raised.

Mariana shook her head but did not look away. My grandmother yanked my zipper down and pulled my cock out into the open with one tug. It was so swollen the tip looked purple, with a thick drop of pre-cum hanging from the head. Esther wrapped her hand around it and started jerking me off slowly, drawing the foreskin back and forth.

—Are you going to let this go to waste on the first girl who comes along?

—Mom, he’s my son.

—He’s your son, yes. So what? You think the neighbors deserve him more than you do, the one who brought him into the world? If anyone has the right to this, it’s you. Look at that cock, Mariana. Look how thick it is, how long. This boy is going to split you in two.

Mariana didn’t answer. She bit her lower lip and looked away, but you could see her ragged breathing, her nipples outlining under the dress. My grandmother bent down without letting go of me and took the tip into her mouth. I felt her hot tongue circling my glans, her saliva running down the shaft. My grandmother sucked me slowly, her eyes fixed on her daughter, pulling my cock in and out of her mouth with obscene sounds.

—Look, daughter —she said, pulling away for a second, a thread of saliva linking her lip to my cock—. That’s how you do it to a man. See how delicious? Try it.

—Mom, no.

—Just the tip. Taste what your son tastes like.

Mariana took two wavering steps. She knelt beside my grandmother and, without looking me in the face, gave my tip a short, timid lick. Then another. Then she took the whole head into her mouth and closed her lips. I almost came right there. I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and stroked her hair while she sucked me with the same concentration she used when sweeping the floor.

—That’s it, daughter, that’s it. Swallow it whole. It’s for both of us.

The two women took turns. One licked my balls while the other took my cock all the way down. They passed my dick back and forth between their mouths like it was candy, licked each other’s lips, wiped the saliva from one another. I barely held myself up on the back of the chair.

—Enough —I gasped—. I’m going to come.

—Not inside, not yet —said Esther, standing up—. Me first. I’m going to use it first.

My grandmother yanked her skirt down to her ankles and stood naked from the waist down. She had a hairy, dark pussy, with thick lips shining wet. She sat on my lap with her back to me, grabbed my cock with her hand, and slowly worked it into herself, centimeter by centimeter.

—Hold it up for me, boy. So it goes in right.

I could barely manage to obey. When she came all the way down on me, we both let out a moan at the same time. My grandmother was clamping down like she was twenty-five, her hot, tight cunt wrapping my whole cock. Mariana brought a hand to her mouth.

—My God, Mom. What are you doing?

—What you’re too scared to do, daughter. Watch and learn. See how your son fucks. What a delicious cock he has.

Esther started moving slowly, setting a gentle rhythm that kept building. I could feel every inch of her cunt dripping over me. Her firm ass cheeks slapped against my thighs in a muffled, wet applause, an obscene splashing that filled the room. I grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them hard while she rode me.

—Fuck me, grandson, fuck me hard. Oh, what a cock, what a huge cock you have. Put it all the way in.

I thrust my hips up just as she came down and tore a cry from her. My cock slid in and out, glossy and soaked. My mother came two steps closer. She covered her mouth with one hand and clutched the back of a chair with the other. Without realizing it, she’d slid the other hand under her dress.

—See, daughter? Look how pretty it is. Look how relaxed the boy’s face gets. Look how he’s driving it into me.

—Mom...

—Come closer. Touch it. Don’t be afraid. Touch his cock while I take it.

My mother stretched out her arm and stroked my cheek with her fingertips. Her hand smelled of soap and something softer, of wet cunt. I kissed her fingers one by one, sucked her index finger as if it were something else. She closed her eyes and a short sigh escaped her. She lowered her hand and put it where my grandmother was rising and falling, feeling the exact spot where we joined, feeling her son’s cock entering and leaving her mother’s cunt.

—She’s all wet, Mommy —I panted—. All wet because of me.

—Yes, my love. All for you.

—Do you want to try it, daughter? —asked Esther without stopping—. I’m not asking twice.

—I can’t. I can’t, Mom.

—Yes, you can. He’s your son. He’s more yours than anyone’s.

My grandmother clenched her thighs, threw her head back, and came on me with a long howl. I felt her pussy contract in rhythmic spasms around my cock, pouring hot over my balls. I held back my own finish, grinding my teeth until it hurt.

***

Esther stood up slowly, leaving my cock exposed, wet and shining to the base. She took Mariana by the waist and turned her gently until my mother was with her back to me. She lifted the white skirt over her hips. I saw the black lace of her underwear, her pale skin, the tight thigh. The fabric was dark with moisture in the middle, soaked through.

—No, Mom. Wait. Wait.

—Just the beginning, daughter. If you don’t like it, we stop.

Esther pulled the lace down to her knees with one hand. With the other she started stroking her between the legs. She spread her pussy lips with two fingers and showed her swollen, shiny clit. My mother closed her eyes and held on to my grandmother’s shoulder so she wouldn’t fall.

—You’re soaked, daughter. Dripping. And you still tell me no? Look how it’s running down your thigh.

—It’s just the body, Mom. It doesn’t mean anything.

—It means everything. Sit down. Slowly.

My grandmother grabbed my cock and pointed it upward. My mother placed both hands on my knees and started to lower herself. I felt the heat before the contact, then the tip brushing her wet lips, then her yielding to it. When the head went in, Mariana let out a sharp moan and dropped the last few inches all at once. We both cried out together. Her cunt was tighter than my grandmother’s, burning, throbbing around my cock.

—Oh my God, son. Oh my God, your cock is huge.

—Mommy, your cunt, Mommy...

I pressed my hands on her wide hips. My grandmother watched us from the side, one hand on her own sex, smiling like someone winning a long game. She licked her fingers and rubbed them over her nipples.

—Welcome, daughter. Welcome. Ride it. Ride it like I taught you.

Mariana didn’t answer. She began moving little by little, carefully, discovering the rhythm. She pulled my cock almost to the tip and then sank all the way back down, squeezing her cunt on the descent. Then faster. Then without thinking. I kissed her back over the fabric of her dress, bit her neck, squeezed her huge ass with both hands, spread it apart to see better. My cock slid in and out shining between those white ass cheeks.

—That’s it, Mommy, that’s it, fuck me like that.

—Shut up, son, shut up, you’re going to make me come.

—Mommy...

—Don’t talk, son. Don’t talk.

—I love you.

—I love you too, my love. More than I should.

This shouldn’t be happening, I thought, and at the same time I never wanted it to stop. I tore her dress open at the top, unhooked her bra with one slap, and let her tits hang free. I grabbed them from behind and squeezed them while she rose and fell, riding me.

My grandmother settled herself in front of us and knelt between my legs and Mariana’s. She licked my mother’s clit while I was fucking her from below. Mariana threw her head back against my shoulder and let out a hoarse cry. I could feel my grandmother’s tongue brushing my balls too whenever she moved up and down. The three of us had become one soaked animal.

—Mom, Mom, I’m going to come, Mom.

—Come, daughter. Come on your son’s cock. Go on.

My mother convulsed on top of me. Her cunt clenched around my cock like a fist, squeezing and releasing in waves. Her thighs slapped against mine with a hard, wet sound that filled the dining room. I held on a few seconds longer, driving up into her harder and harder from below.

—I’m close, Mommy.

—Inside, son. Inside.

—Are you sure?

—It’s the perfect day. Do it. Do it now. Fill me completely.

Esther let out a low laugh from below.

—You really are a slut, daughter. Knock her up, Adrián. Fill her up with all that cum inside. Give her a little brother.

I came with a force I had never felt before. Jet after jet surging up from my balls and exploding inside my mother’s cunt. I felt my semen fill her and spill over, run down the base of my cock, dribble over my grandmother as she kept licking below. Mariana shuddered on top of me, clenching around me from the inside, moaning softly against the back of the chair, coming again with my hot cum inside her.

We stayed like that for a long while, the three of us breathing hard, she still impaled on the cock that was beginning to soften, my grandmother licking the drops that kept falling, the exam books open on the table, forgotten.

***

I passed the exam three weeks later. Daniela let me finish the term without another threat, and I didn’t even look up when she leaned over my desk. I didn’t need to look at anyone’s ass in the street anymore. I had at home everything my classmates were looking for out there, and a secret that my mother, my grandmother, and I guarded better than any other.

My grandmother, when she crosses paths with me in the hallway, smiles as if nothing had happened, and sometimes she slips her hand into my pants as she passes, squeezes my cock for two seconds, and keeps walking. My mother, by contrast, looks at me with a mix of guilt and desire that never goes away. Sometimes, when I study at the dining table, she lifts her eyes from the book she pretends to be reading and sighs.

And I understand, without her having to say a word, that this afternoon I won’t be able to concentrate either.