The Family Dinner Ended in a Forbidden Exchange

Marisa had one of those families that looked like they had been lifted out of an ad: her husband Gustavo, her only son Damián, and his wife, Carolina. Even at her age, she was still in spectacular shape, and she knew it. She liked to walk around the house in tight dresses that emphasized her toned legs and, above all, that firm, round ass her husband could never manage to look away from.

That night, dinner was being prepared at her parents-in-law’s house. Carolina watched her mother-in-law set the table in a blue dress with red flowers that clung to her body like a second skin. Then she turned her head toward her husband, who was looking too.

—Love, I want to ask you something —she said softly.

—Tell me, what is it? —Damián replied.

—Do you like your mother?

—What? Where on earth did you get such a crazy idea?

—Well, I can see your eyes keep drifting toward her.

Damián snorted and looked away.

—How can you even say that? She’s my mother.

—That’s exactly what I’m saying: she’s your mother, and even so you can’t take your eyes off her. Do you like her or not?

—Of course not. And I wasn’t looking at her; the dress caught my eye.

—That dress shows off an amazing body. Or are you going to deny it?

He turned to look at her very seriously.

—Are you going to tell me your mother doesn’t have an…?

—Doesn’t have a what, my love? —she teased.

—You know what I mean. A… how do you people say it?

—Say it without being shy.

—Fine, an outrageous ass —Carolina blurted out.

—My mother has an outrageous ass? —he repeated, half offended and half curious.

—Please, Damián! You’re a man. Are you going to tell me you’ve never noticed the massive ass your mother has?

—That’s sick.

—I don’t think so. Admitting your mother is hot isn’t sick at all. The truth is, she is, and I don’t buy that you were only looking at the dress.

—I really was only looking at the dress. It looks like one you have.

And it was true, he thought. Too similar.

Carolina looked again at her mother-in-law, who was coming and going, setting out plates and glasses, completely unaware of the conversation. The blue dress fit her like it had been painted on.

—I have two questions —Carolina said.

—Which ones? —he asked, intrigued.

—The first: yes, it’s exactly like mine. Why did she buy one almost identical? The second: has your mother always been this hot?

—You’d have to ask her the first one. And the second… as far as I remember, yes, she’s always been very attractive.

—And how did you put up with your friends?

—Put up with what?

—Come on, are you going to tell me your friends never jerked off thinking about her? I bet some of them still do.

—Hey, show some respect, she’s my mother. And I don’t know, obviously they never told me.

—When you brought them home, didn’t panties disappear from the bathroom or her room?

Damián thought about it, and his expression changed.

—Now that you mention it… yeah, sometimes some clothes went missing.

—See? They were masturbating to her. Dummy, you could’ve made a business out of your mom.

—A business?

—Of course. Selling them used clothes, photos, videos. Have you really looked at her? She looks like a goddess.

—My love, I swear my mother likes you more than I do —he laughed.

—Aha! Caught you. See? You do like her.

—Well, yes. She’s my mother, but I’m not made of stone either. Of course I notice how beautiful she is and how good she looks.

—Good? —she exclaimed, amused.

—We’re among ourselves, aren’t we?

—Dinner! —Marisa called from the dining room.

***

The four of them sat down: Carolina, Damián, Marisa, and Gustavo, Damián’s father. For a few minutes the only sound was the clinking of cutlery, until Carolina broke the silence.

—Tell me, mother-in-law, where did you buy that dress?

—Your father-in-law gave it to me. Do you like it? —Marisa answered.

Carolina and Damián exchanged a quick glance.

—It’s just that I have one very similar —she said.

Gustavo choked on his food and started coughing.

—Are you okay, Dad? —Damián asked.

—Yes, yes, I’m fine —he rasped.

—Oh, really? I didn’t know that, daughter —Marisa said with a slow smile, fixing her eyes on her husband—. Maybe one day we should dress alike. Don’t you think, Gustavo?

—There’s no way I’d look as good as you do, mother-in-law.

—Of course you would. Even better. You’re younger and you have an incredible body. Right, Gustavo?

—Yes, of course, daughter —he murmured without lifting his gaze from his plate—. I’m sure you look beautiful in a dress like that.

—You think so, father-in-law? What do you think would flatter me most?

—Well, it doesn’t seem right to give my opinion with my son here.

—Don’t worry, Dad, there’s nothing wrong with it. Besides, she’s the one asking.

—See? In fact, let me excuse myself for a moment, I’m going to the bathroom —Carolina said, and hurried up to the upstairs floor.

The moment she disappeared, Marisa took her phone from under the table and texted her husband.

“You like the girl, don’t you, you bastard?”

Gustavo felt the phone buzz and checked it discreetly.

“You’re crazy. She’s my daughter-in-law,” he replied.

“Then why did you buy me the same dress? So you could imagine I’m her when you fuck me?”

“Never. You’re sick.”

“Oh, yeah? You’re about to see just how sick I am.”

***

Carolina came down the stairs wearing a dress almost identical to her mother-in-law’s, the same blue, but with yellow flowers instead of red. The whole dining room fell silent.

—My love, you look incredible —Damián said.

—Oh, queen, how gorgeous! What a body you have. Don’t you think, Gustavo? —Marisa said.

—Uh… yes, you look very good, daughter —he stammered.

—How curious, isn’t it, son? You buy your wife a dress, and your father buys me an almost identical one —Marisa commented with malice.

—Yes, pretty curious. And also that you two have such similar bodies —Damián added.

—But your wife has a lot more tits than I do.

—And you have a lot more ass than I do —Carolina cut in.

—Come here, daughter, stand next to me.

Marisa stood up and the two of them positioned themselves together, arms around each other’s waists. Then the mother-in-law pulled Carolina’s neckline down a little so her chest showed more.

—And well? Gustavo, who does the dress suit better, your daughter-in-law or me?

—Uf, hard choice —he said, swallowing hard—. But to be polite, I’ll go with Carolina.

—And you, Damián? Are you sticking with your wife or with Mom?

Marisa turned around to show her son how tight the dress was on her from behind, outlining that impossible ass.

—Oh, Mom… honestly, I’m staying with you.

Carolina looked at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.

—And what do you like most about Carolina, my love? —Marisa asked her husband.

—No, Marisa, I can’t answer that. She’s my son’s wife.

—Does it bother you, Carolina? —the mother-in-law asked, still holding her by the waist.

—Not at all. In fact, it’s an honor to be compared to you, mother-in-law.

—Really, girl?

—Of course. You’re a beautiful woman. I hope I look like you when I’m your age.

—But you’re beautiful too. Honestly, I wouldn’t blame my husband for looking at all this.

And as she said it, Marisa rested a hand on Carolina’s breast and squeezed it gently.

—Mmm —the young woman moaned, surprised.

—Sure you don’t mind if…? Hmm —she moaned again, because her mother-in-law kept squeezing.

—Mom, you’re wrinkling it. Leave it —Damián said, without much conviction.

—Shhh. Your mom can do whatever she wants to me —Carolina whispered.

—I wish I had your breasts, sweetheart. They’re gorgeous. Do you mind if I touch them?

—No. You can do whatever you want to me.

Father and son watched the scene without blinking, each staring at his respective woman.

—I think you should show us your good taste in lingerie —Marisa said.

And she pulled Carolina’s dress down off her shoulders, revealing a yellow lace bra that barely contained her daughter-in-law’s breasts.

—Ah —Carolina panted—. You like my little clothes that much?

—Not just me. Look at them —Marisa replied, nodding toward her husband and her son.

—Do you like what you see, father-in-law? —Carolina asked playfully.

—Of course I do, girl —Gustavo admitted, no longer hiding it.

—And you, my love? Do you like this, or would you rather see the other?

Carolina took her mother-in-law’s hand and spun her around to show Damián that enormous ass.

—Uff, Mommy, you’re insane —he said, and then quickly added—: Sorry, Dad.

—Don’t worry, son. I saw your wife’s tits; it’s only fair that you see my wife’s ass.

—You know, mother-in-law? I think you should show your son how to treat a woman —Carolina said—. He’s really rough. Show him how breasts are kissed.

—You want me to be my own son’s teacher? —Marisa laughed—. Look, son, you come in like this.

The mother-in-law brought her face close to her daughter-in-law’s breast and started kissing it slowly.

—You give soft little kisses, like this. And if you want, you can run your tongue over it, like this.

—Mmm —Carolina moaned, burying her hand in her hair.

—Do you like what my mother is doing to you? —Damián asked, already aroused.

—Yes. I like it.

—Sweetheart, I think the girl would enjoy it more if you did it to her nipples —Gustavo interjected.

—Do you agree, my love? —Marisa asked her daughter-in-law.

—If Damián does, I’d love that.

—Go ahead —he said, his voice hoarse.

Marisa pulled down the cups of the bra and exposed enormous breasts with stiff nipples. Without thinking twice, she took them into her mouth and sucked hard.

—Mmm! —Carolina shrieked—. That’s it, Mommy.

—Do you like calling me Mommy?

—Don’t you like the way your girl’s tits taste?

—I love them, sweetheart. I’ve always wanted a pair like that.

***

Carolina stopped her mother-in-law for a moment and turned her toward the men.

—Let’s not leave them like that, poor things —she said, looking at her husband and her father-in-law.

She turned Marisa so that the mother-in-law’s ass was facing them, wrapped in that blue dress.

—They like my mother-in-law’s ass, don’t they? —she asked.

—Uf, Dad, you’re so lucky to be able to enjoy it whenever you want —Damián said.

Carolina hiked Marisa’s dress up from behind, revealing a tiny white thong.

—Oh, Mom, you look spectacular —he murmured.

—You like your mother’s ass that much? —Carolina asked.

—I’m dying for it.

—And what if you swap with your dad?

—Really? Don’t you mind, daughter? —Gustavo asked, almost out of breath.

—Let’s be honest —Carolina said—. Damián has spent years wanting to get back inside where he was born, and you’ve spent the same amount of time wanting me. Am I wrong?

Father and son shook their heads, but neither took his eyes off the scene.

—Then go on, daddy —she ordered—. Give it to your girl. And you, mother-in-law, go give your son what he’s been begging for.

Carolina moved toward Gustavo, who had frozen in one of the dining room chairs, and straddled him. On the other side of the table, Marisa did the same with Damián.

—Since when did you want me like this, daddy? —Carolina asked, her breasts bare.

—Since I met you —he panted—. I’ve always wanted to have you like this.

—And you, my love? —Marisa was saying to her son—. Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted this?

—Because I was ashamed to desire my own mother.

—No, my boy. That’s what your mother is for: to take care of you and look after you. Just because you got married doesn’t mean you can’t come looking for me.

—Really, Mommy?

—Of course, my love.

***

The two men pulled their pants down. Carolina and Marisa watched for a moment.

—Oh, God, daddy, yours is huge —Carolina said.

—Wow, Damián… I don’t know if I’ll be able to take the whole thing —Marisa laughed nervously.

—Come on, Mommy, sit down slowly —he asked.

Marisa mounted her son again and began to sink down slowly.

—Careful, daddy —she panted—. I’ve never had anything like this fit inside me.

In the other chair, Gustavo took his daughter-in-law by the waist and pulled her down in one sharp motion.

—Oh, God! —Carolina screamed.

The dining room filled with the rhythmic sound of bodies. Carolina rode up and down on her father-in-law, while Marisa rocked on her son, no longer able to hold back her moans.

—You’re opening me up all the way —the mother-in-law panted, clinging to Damián’s neck.

—Looks like you’ve really wanted your mother —she added, almost voiceless.

Carolina took off her bra and threw it to the floor.

—Now you can see your girl’s tits bouncing better —she told Gustavo.

—Do you like what your boy is doing to you, Mommy? —Damián asked.

—I love it, sweetheart. I love it.

The two men stared at each other over the table, each setting the pace for the other’s woman.

—How tight is your mother, son? —Gustavo asked.

—Delicious, Dad. I never imagined she was still this tight.

—Enjoy her. She’s yours tonight.

Carolina sped up on her own, dropping heavily onto her father-in-law.

—Do you want to come inside me too? —she whispered in his ear.

—Yes —Gustavo panted—. Are you going to let me?

—Of course, daddy.

—I’m coming! —Damián shouted suddenly, burying himself in his mother.

—Finish inside Mom —Carolina urged from the other side.

Damián emptied himself with a long cry, wrapped around his mother, who trembled on top of him, unable to speak.

—Feel your father-in-law, girl —Gustavo growled, driving into Carolina all the way to the hilt.

—Do you want to finish inside your daughter too? —she panted.

—Yes, my girl.

—Go ahead.

Gustavo drove one last time with all his strength and let go inside his daughter-in-law that very night, with no one around that table seeming to regret a thing.