The Diary My Mother Should Never Have Read

To understand what happened that August, I have to start with the notebook. I had been keeping a diary since I was sixteen, a black-covered little book I kept at the back of my drawer, under the socks, where I thought no one would ever look. My name is Iván, I’m eighteen, and in those pages I had written things I never imagined another person would read.

My mother is called Carla. She’s thirty-eight, with a body that stops conversations when she walks into a room and a curiosity that, that spring, led her to open the wrong drawer. My father, Rubén, is forty and keeps his shape with the gym and his bike. In his own way, he’s still a good-looking man.

Carla read the diary. And instead of the dressing-down I would have deserved, I found a note of hers between the pages. Since then, what had been fantasy on paper became something real between us, a secret that grew every week and always looked for a little more audacity. My father was still oblivious to everything. And a shared holiday with another family was going to unleash the storm.

***

The other family were the Bonets. Noa, eighteen, just turned that summer. Her mother, Elena, as stunning as mine. And Gustavo, the father, a calm man I knew very little about back then. Both families set off toward a country house near the coast, less than an hour from the city, loaded with luggage and with intentions no one said out loud.

I talked my parents into letting me go on my motorbike. That freedom of travelling alone was something I would later be more grateful for than I had imagined. I drove slowly along the country road, in no hurry, letting my mind sort through everything I wanted to happen. My father’s car carried the bikes. The Bonets’ car carried a seven-metre boat hitched to the trailer, the promise of whole naked days in the sun in the middle of a cove.

I arrived after two. Everything was ready: my clothes neatly laid out in the room, the bikes greased, the boat already moored to the buoy. The others were resting by the pool.

“Hi, son,” my mother greeted me. “Your swimwear’s on the bed. Change and come down.”

The women were wearing tiny bikinis, three triangles of fabric that barely covered their nipples and panties that disappeared between their asses. Their laughter spread from one to the other. Noa was shamelessly flirting with my father, who was so dazzled staring at her tits he didn’t even notice I had arrived. Gustavo was the only one who stood up and came over to hug me.

“We’re staying at the house today,” he told me. “Tomorrow, when you’re back from the bike ride, we’ll go out on the boat, sound good? I’ve ordered food; it’ll be here in an hour.”

“Perfect. I’ll be down in a sec.”

The only one who paid attention to me. He seemed to be looking for my complicity, and at that nervous moment I was grateful for it. I took a quick look around the house: air conditioning blasting, four bedrooms with bathrooms, a huge kitchen and a dining room with a sofa big enough for all of us. I was sweaty from the trip, so I jumped in the shower before changing.

Under the stream of water I touched myself, as always when my head was on fire. I lathered my cock slowly, gripping it in my fist, sliding up and down with the slippery foam. As I stroked myself, I let one finger slip back between my cheeks until I found my asshole, and I pushed it in up to the knuckle. It was a pleasure I had discovered with my mother that spring, one of the many things the notebook had freed. She had done it to me one night, with her tongue first and then two fingers, while she sucked me until I came in her mouth harder than I ever had in my life. With that memory I nearly shot against the tiles, but I stopped in time, squeezing the base. I got out of the shower calmer, but not for long.

***

The women were setting the table on the terrace when I came downstairs.

“Mum, let me help. What should I carry?”

Carla came out first with a tray. Elena had just finished preparing the other one and put it into my hands. Just as I crossed the doorway, with both hands full, I felt her yank my swimwear down.

“Let me see the dessert,” she murmured, bending down for a second. “My daughter keeps telling me how well-endowed you are.”

She grabbed my cock with her cold hand, weighing it, and without a word crouched all the way down and took it completely into her mouth. I felt her tongue curling around the head, her throat opening, saliva dripping over my balls. My dick went rock-hard in two seconds, filling her entire mouth.

“Fuck, Elena, get me up, please,” I whispered, frozen there with the tray held high and my knees shaking.

“Just a taste,” she answered, licking her lips, a string of spit hanging from her mouth. “I’m soaked, boy. Your mother told me everything, I told her mine, and I’m here wanting you like you can’t imagine. Look.”

She grabbed her thong and pulled it aside. Her cunt was glistening, swollen and open, her clit sticking out and her thighs smeared. She ran two fingers through her slit, pulled them out dripping, and rubbed them over my lips.

“Suck. Taste what Noa’s mother is like.”

I licked her fingers with the tray still in my hands. I had at most two minutes before someone showed up, and she was moving too fast.

“You’re such a filthy bitch, Elena, you can’t wait,” Carla laughed as she came back for the other tray. “Your husband’s coming, pull your swimwear up already.”

Elena hauled it back up grudgingly, crushing my hard cock against my belly, and slapped my ass. Gustavo appeared looking hungry and planted a long kiss on his wife. She, hot as hell, returned the make-out session with her mouth still smeared with my taste while we took out the salads that would go with the chickens on their way.

“Mum, they can see you,” I warned her quietly.

At the other end of the terrace, my father had his hand under Noa’s bikini, and she was pulling him toward her body, provoking him without the slightest shame. At the sound of us, they pulled apart a little.

“So you like younger girls, huh?” my mother said, amused.

“No, no,” he hurried to explain. “She got bitten by something and I was looking at the bite.”

“What a brilliant excuse. I almost believed you,” Carla cackled.

“Did you know, Iván,” Noa said, smiling with far too much calm, “that our parents swap partners? They’re complete sluts. And they brought us here to join in, right?”

I stared at my parents, mouth slightly open. Noa was smart, a cheeky bitch who knew exactly how to play her part. Her mother must have explained the plan Carla and Elena had cooked up. My father stayed silent. So did I. That was when the delivery man arrived with the chickens and we all sat down at the table.

“Right, kids,” Rubén began, searching for the words. “I’m not really sure how to explain this. Sex, in the end, is just that: fun, a form of affection. Gustavo and I love our women very much, and we want to see them happy. Love and desire have to be kept separate.”

We let him go on. He and Gustavo were, in theory, leading the conversation; the other nodded along to every sentence. The three women played their submissive roles with a meekness nobody believed for a second. I watched, incredulous, as everything unfolded. It seemed as if the storm had passed us by. The subject changed, a few drinks went down, and by the time dessert arrived the mood was different.

“Let me see if I’ve got this, Mummy,” Noa said, setting down her spoon. “You, for love of Dad, let him fuck Carla. And you, Carla, for love of Rubén, let him fuck my mother. So I can fuck Rubén and Dad, right? Because I love you all very much and I know you love me too. And if Iván wants to fuck his mother or mine, it’ll be because he loves them, right, Iván?”

We all burst out laughing, the kind of stupid laughter that breaks tension. The teasing started: my father chasing Noa around the table, my mother slipping her hand inside my swimwear and grabbing my cock without shame, Elena and Gustavo stripping off right there and urging us to do the same through peals of laughter.

***

My erection was obvious and the fabric of my swimwear was stretched tight like a tent. I jumped into the pool, dragging my mother by the arm. Elena and Gustavo followed after. Noa and my father stayed outside, talking very close together.

“Come on, let’s play shoulder wars,” Carla suggested.

The strategy paid off. She climbed onto my shoulders while Gustavo carried Elena. Feeling my mother’s warmth against my neck, knowing that opposite us the other couple were doing the same, aware that she and I were mother and son, added a hard-to-explain edge of arousal to everything. Under the water, my mother had loosened the top of her bikini and was pressing my ass against her bare tits. We shoved, we grabbed at each other, the women laughing their heads off as they wrestled.

So absorbed were we that we didn’t see when the other couple slipped back inside the house. The battle lasted ten minutes. Elena got out of the water first, tits bare, nipples hard and her thong plastered to her vulva, marking the slit. She summoned me with a gesture.

“Come here,” she said, lying back on a sun lounger and yanking her thong off in one go. “Fuck me right now, boy. I want that cock inside me now.”

I climbed out of the pool dripping wet, my cock pointed forward. She opened her legs, grabbed her cunt with both hands and spread it, showing me the pink, glistening inside.

“Put it in all the way. No condom, nothing. Ruin me.”

I knelt between her thighs and set myself at her entrance. I pushed slowly and felt her cunt open, swallowing me centimetre by centimetre until my balls slapped against her ass. She was hot, so wet it made squelching sounds with every movement. I grabbed her tits and started pounding her hard, pulling almost all the way out before driving myself back in with a slam.

“Yes, yes, like that,” she panted, digging her heels into my back. “I love you all, ah, yes, yes, more, more. Harder, motherfucker, fuck me like you fuck your mother. Put it all in, I want to feel that young cock deep inside.”

After the wank in the shower I knew I could hold on. I pulled out for a second, laid her face down on the lounger and lifted her hips. Elena’s ass was broad and firm, with a deep slit that opened when I grabbed her by the cheeks and spread them apart. I spat on her cunt and went back in from behind, bracing myself on her waist to fuck her harder. Every thrust made her tits tremble under her body and ripped another moan from her.

“My ass too, put a finger in my ass while you fuck me,” she begged.

I sucked my thumb and shoved it into her hole. She swallowed it whole. With my cock inside her cunt and my finger inside her ass, Elena started convulsing, screaming nonsense. When she came, her cunt clenched around my cock like a fist, and she shouted toward my mother, who was watching us, perched on the pool edge with two fingers sunk between her legs.

“Now you. I want to see you with your son. I want to see how he fucks his mother after fucking the friend.”

Carla got onto the same lounger, still dripping with water, and stripped off the tiny bit of bikini she had left. Her body, after so many months of knowing it, still made me crazy: the big firm tits, the shaved cunt, the thick thighs opening to take me. I changed bodies without fully coming out of the trance. I licked one nipple first, then the other, slid down her belly and sank my tongue into her cunt, searching for her clit with the tip and sucking it until she pulled my hair.

“Get on and put it in already,” she begged. “Put it in, son, give me that cock I love so much.”

I climbed up and drove it into her in one hard thrust. She was as soaked as Elena, but she was my mother, and that made every centimetre feel different. Her walls sucked on my cock and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“That’s it, son, that’s it. Fuck me in front of everyone, let them know I’m yours.”

Elena and Gustavo were wanking each other while watching the scene. She was pumping his cock with both hands while he worked three fingers into her cunt. And standing by the door, there were two more spectators watching us.

My father was looking on with a lust I had never seen before, his hand gripping his erection, stroking himself slowly without taking his eyes off us. Noa came up to him and, without looking away from me, knelt down and took him into her mouth. She sucked him greedily, cheeks hollowed, hands clenched around my father’s thighs, letting him brush the back of her throat and triggering gags that made her spit saliva over his balls. Gustavo, hotter than anyone, grabbed his daughter by the waist, lifted one leg and fucked her from behind in one hard shove, the two of them against the wall. Noa moaned with my father’s cock in her mouth, choking between the two cocks that were taking her apart.

“I want the two people I love most in this world at once,” my mother panted. “Rubén, come, come here, come fuck me with your son. Both of you at once, I want to feel you both.”

She changed position, sat astride me and started riding me like a madwoman, my cock going in and out of her cunt with a splashing sound that could be heard all over the terrace. My father came over, stood behind her and aimed his cock at the other entrance. He spat on her asshole, smeared it with his hand to lubricate it, prepped her with a couple of fingers he pushed in and out several times, and when the anus gave way, he buried himself in one single thrust. Carla let out a howl that bounced off the pool walls.

“Fuck, yes, both of you, both inside, you’re ripping me apart!”

That was how we had her trapped between us, a perfect sandwich. I could feel my father’s cock moving inside her ass through the thin wall of flesh, and he could feel mine inside her cunt. We coordinated without speaking: when I went in, he came out; when he went in, I came out. My mother could barely hold herself up, hanging between our bodies, tits bouncing and mouth open, slobber and moans spilling out.

“Yes, I’m such a filthy slut, I fuck my son,” she screamed without restraint. “Rubén, Rubén, this is wonderful, split me in two, I’m dying from how good it feels. Harder, harder, don’t stop, never stop.”

I don’t know how many times she came; knowing her, it was a lot. I felt her walls clench around my cock again and again, her thighs trembling, her cunt gushing hot liquid that ran down over my balls. My father was beside himself, fuelled by the energy of hearing her, panting over her, squeezing her tits from behind. I could barely move, trapped under her weight. I didn’t even have time to warn them. I started emptying myself inside her in long spasms, feeling each jet of semen fill her depths while she convulsed and rocked her hips looking for more. He pulled out at the last second, yanked himself from her ass, and finished with three hard strokes across his wife’s back, splattering her neck and shoulders with thick cum, huffing like he’d run a marathon.

We were left spent, the three of us lying on the grass, sweaty and sticky, with my father’s load running down Carla’s back and mine leaking from her cunt to her thigh. A few metres away, Gustavo was still pounding Noa, now lying on her back, while Elena, on all fours over her, was eating her cunt, licking it with both hands spread open on her daughter’s ass. Noa moaned trapped between the two of them, with her clit between her mother’s lips and her father’s cock going in and out. Gustavo came with a roar, pulling out and unloading over Noa’s belly and tits, and Elena lowered her mouth to lick the cum from her navel while she kept eating her cunt until her daughter shattered into a long orgasm. My father, still breathless, sought out my gaze. I held his face as if apologising without words, and he hugged me in a gesture of complicity that said it all.

***

No one spoke. All you could hear was heavy breathing and the lap of pool water. Noa was the first to get up, with her father’s cum dripping down her belly.

“The one I really want is Iván,” she said out loud, coming over to find my mouth. She kissed me with tongue, and I tasted Gustavo’s salty load in her saliva.

We all laughed at her remark. Naked, we sat back down at the table to finish our drinks, our bodies still marked by what we’d just done. The dirty charge hanging in the air made it clear that this was only the beginning, and with the drinks came the confessions.

“You’ll have noticed there’s plenty of vice in my house,” Elena said. “Don’t be left wondering. Ask whatever you want.”

“How long have you and Noa been at it?” I blurted out.

“She’s very curious,” Gustavo answered. “She used to catch us in bed and liked watching. She joined in recently. She’s smart; she managed to keep it secret until today.”

“Then we’ll have to keep ours secret,” Rubén said, looking at my mother. And then at me. “And mine.”

That’s how easily things were sorted out. My father had no idea that I’d been fucking my mother for months, and that afternoon he accepted it as if he’d always known. The women were a hundred years ahead of us.

“Noa, want to take a ride around the village on my motorbike?” I asked.

We put on some light clothes and headed out. I took her down to the harbour. I needed to clear my head, and who better than someone who understood everything first-hand. We watched the sun go down, wrapped in each other’s arms on the breakwater, like any two lovers.

“It’s hard to take in, isn’t it?” she said.

“Yes. The only thing that mattered to me was not hurting my father. You helped me. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t be silly. I think he suspected something. I’m not completely sure, but when he was fucking me he whispered your name and your mother’s in my ear. As if he wanted to make peace with himself.”

“We’ll never know. And it’s better that way.”

It was two hours of kisses and caresses. Noa turned out to be a magnificent girl, open-minded and overflowing with affection. We came back around eight. Carla and Elena were preparing dinner in their aprons and tiny thongs, making them irresistible.

“Come on, boys, get dressed,” Elena said. “After dinner we’re playing strip poker.”

The day wasn’t going to end just yet. More surprises were waiting for us.

“If you’re okay with it,” Noa suggested, “Iván and I’ll share a room.”

“We already took your clothes up to yours, sweetheart, it’s bigger,” her mother replied with a smile. “We were very clear about it.”

But what happened that night, and everything that came after in that country house, deserves to be told slowly. I’ll leave that for another time.