The Family Dinner Ended in a Forbidden Exchange

Marisa had one of those families that looked like they’d been pulled straight out of an ad: her husband Gustavo, her only son Damián, and Damián’s wife, Carolina. At her age, she was still looking splendid, and she knew it. She liked to stroll around the house in tight dresses that emphasized her shapely legs and, above all, that firm, round ass her husband could never manage to stop staring at.

That night, dinner was being prepared at her parents’ 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 staring too.

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

—Tell me, what’s wrong? —Damián replied.

—Do you like your mother?

—What? Where would you get such a crazy idea?

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

Damián snorted and looked away.

—What kind of thing is that to say? 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, I was noticing the dress.

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

He turned to look at her, very serious.

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

—A what, baby? —she teased.

—You know. A… what do you call it?

—Say it without being shy.

—Well, yeah, an outrageous ass —Carolina blurted out.

—My mother has an outrageous ass? —he repeated, offended and curious at the same time.

—For God’s sake, Damián! You’re a man. Are you going to tell me you never noticed the ass your mother’s carrying around? That ass is begging to be fucked.

—That’s sick.

—I don’t think so. Admitting your mother is smoking hot has nothing sick about it. The truth is she is, and I’m not buying 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 back at her mother-in-law, who moved back and forth setting down plates and glasses, completely oblivious to the conversation. The blue dress fit her like it had been painted on, and every time she bent over to arrange a fork or spoon, the fabric tightened over her ass until it showed the crease and the line of her thong.

—I have two questions —Carolina said.

—Which ones? —he asked, intrigued.

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

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

—And how did you survive your friends?

—Survive what?

—Come on, are you going to tell me your friends didn’t jerk off thinking about her? I bet some of them came three times a night imagining your mom’s pussy. And I’m sure more than one still does.

—Hey, show some respect. She’s my mother. And I don’t know, obviously they didn’t tell me.

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

Damián thought about it, and his face changed.

—Now that you mention it… yes, once in a while some clothes would go missing.

—See? They were jerking off to her, cumming thinking about your mother, and taking away panties soaked with cum. Dummy, you could’ve made money off your mom.

—Money?

—Of course. Sell them used clothes, photos, videos. Have you looked at her properly? She looks like a goddess. That ass, those tits, that face… the filthy bitch is built to be fucked until she bursts.

—Baby, I’d swear my mother likes you more than she likes me —he laughed.

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

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

—How good? —she exclaimed, amused.

—We can speak openly, right?

—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 clink 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 replied.

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.

—You okay, Dad? —Damián asked.

—Yeah, yeah, 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 it would look on me the way it does on you, mother-in-law.

—Of course it would. Even better. You’re younger and you have a spectacular body. Right, Gustavo?

—Yes, of course, daughter —he muttered without lifting his eyes from his plate—. You’d surely look beautiful in a dress like that.

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

—Well, I don’t think it’s proper to discuss that with my son here.

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

—See? In that case, let me excuse myself for a moment, I’m going to the bathroom —Carolina said, and quickly went upstairs.

As soon as she disappeared, Marisa took her phone from under the table and texted her husband.

“You like the girl, don’t you, you asshole? You’d fuck her right here if I let you.”

Gustavo felt the phone vibrate and checked it discreetly.

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

“Is that why you bought me the same dress? So you could imagine I’m her when you put it in me and fuck me from behind?”

“Never. You’re sick.”

“Oh, really? You’ll see how sick I am right now. And you’ll see if you don’t end up with a hard cock thinking about your daughter-in-law.”

***

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 entire dining room fell silent.

—Baby, you look incredible —Damián said.

—Oh, girl, how beautiful! What a body you have. Right, Gustavo? —Marisa said.

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

—How curious, right, son? You buy your wife a dress, and your father buys me almost the same one —Marisa commented maliciously.

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

—But your wife has much bigger tits than I do.

—And you have a much bigger ass than I do —Carolina cut in.

—Come here, daughter, stand next to me.

Marisa stood up and they both positioned themselves together, arms around each other’s waists. Then the mother-in-law pulled Carolina’s neckline down a bit so her tits showed more.

—So then, Gustavo? Who wears the dress better, your daughter-in-law or me?

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

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

Marisa turned around to show her son how tight the dress was on her from behind, emphasizing that impossible ass. She slowly wiggled her hips, rubbing against the air, and Damián felt his dick start to rise inside his pants.

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

Carolina stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

—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 that 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 that when I’m your age.

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

And as she said it, Marisa placed a hand on Carolina’s chest and squeezed gently, sliding her thumb over the fabric of the dress until she found the nipple and pinched it.

—Mmm —the young woman moaned, startled.

—Sure it doesn’t bother you if…? Hmm —she moaned again, because her mother-in-law kept squeezing and kneading her whole breast with her open palm.

—Mom, you’re wrinkling it. Leave it alone —Damián said, without conviction, his cock already hard as a rock under the tablecloth.

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

—I wish I had tits like yours, sweetheart. They’re gorgeous. Does it bother you if I touch them?

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

Father and son watched the scene without blinking, each with a hand under the table adjusting his cock.

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

And she pulled Carolina’s dress down over her shoulders, revealing a yellow lace bra that barely contained her daughter-in-law’s large, firm tits. Her nipples showed through the lace, hard and dark.

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

—Not just me. Look how they are —Marisa replied, nodding toward the bulge in her husband’s pants and her son’s with her chin.

—Do you like what you see, father-in-law? —Carolina asked playfully—. Is your cock getting hard looking at your daughter-in-law?

—Of course it is, girl —Gustavo admitted, no longer hiding it—. It’s getting hard like it hasn’t in years.

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

Carolina took her mother-in-law’s hand and turned so Damián could see that enormous ass. She lifted the dress a little from behind so the full curve of her thighs was visible.

—Uf, Mom, you’re unbelievable —he said, and immediately 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 a woman ought to be handled —Carolina said—. He’s very rough. Show him how breasts are kissed.

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

The mother-in-law brought her face to her daughter-in-law’s chest and began kissing it slowly, leaving wet lip marks on the white skin. She licked the edge of the bra, nibbled at the lace, and then moved up the cleavage to Carolina’s neck.

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

—Mmm —Carolina moaned, burying a hand in her hair and arching her back to press her tits closer to her mouth.

—Do you like what my mother’s doing to you? —Damián asked, already worked up, openly fondling his cock over his pants.

—Yes. I love the way your mother sucks on me.

—Sweetheart, I think the girl would enjoy it more if you do it on the nipples —Gustavo interjected, his voice hoarse.

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

—If Damián does, I’d love to feel my mother-in-law’s tongue on my nipples.

—Go ahead —he said, his voice breaking.

Marisa lowered the cups of the bra and revealed huge tits with upright nipples, pink and thick as grapes. She licked her lips before pouncing. Without a second thought, she took them into her mouth and sucked hard, first one and then the other, alternating between long licks and deep sucks that made Carolina clamp her thighs together and bite her lip.

—Mmm! —Carolina shrieked—. Like that, Mom. Suck my tits hard, eat them whole.

—Do you like calling me Mom?

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

—I adore them, sweetheart. I’ve always wanted tits like these. I could suck them all night, little slut.

Marisa circled the nipple with the tip of her tongue, very slowly, then clamped it gently between her teeth, pulling until Carolina let out a muffled moan. The mother-in-law took it fully into her mouth, sucking hungrily, while with her other hand she kneaded the free breast and pinched the nipple until it was almost purple.

—Dad, are you seeing this? —Damián murmured, his hand already inside his pants.

—I’m seeing it, son. I’m seeing how your mother is devouring your wife, and my cock’s getting hard as stone.

***

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

—Let’s not leave them like this, poor things —she said, looking at her husband and father-in-law—. We’ve got them with their cocks out and nobody attending to them.

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

—You love my mother-in-law’s ass, right? —she asked, giving it a loud smack that made all the flesh tremble under the fabric.

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

Carolina hiked Marisa’s dress up from behind, revealing a tiny white thong that had disappeared completely between her cheeks. The mother-in-law’s ass was left fully bare, two huge, white, firm globes trembling with every movement.

—Oh, Mom, you look spectacular —he murmured—. That ass isn’t for a woman your age, Mom. That ass is for a young slut.

—Do you like your mother’s ass that much? —Carolina asked, parting her cheeks with both hands so the wet pussy and the little asshole between the hair were visible.

—I want it. I want to put it in all the way.

—And what if I trade places with your dad?

—Really? It doesn’t bother you, daughter? —Gustavo asked, almost out of breath, already taking his cock out of his pants.

—Let’s be honest —Carolina said—. Damián has spent years wanting to go back in through where he was born, and you’ve spent just as long wanting to fuck me. Am I wrong?

Father and son both 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 fuck your son. He’s earned it.

Carolina moved toward Gustavo, who had frozen in one of the dining chairs with his erect cock pointing at the ceiling, thick, hard, the tip already wet. She sat on top of him astride, first settling on his thighs, rubbing her wet pussy through the thong against her father-in-law’s bare cock. At the other side of the table, Marisa did the same with Damián, kneeling on the floor first, taking her son’s cock out and admiring it with her mouth open.

—Oh, my boy, it’s huge —the mother murmured—. Let Mom lick it first.

Marisa bent down and took her son’s cock all the way into her mouth. The mother’s tongue traced the head, then moved down the full length to the base, and came back up sucking hard. Damián grabbed his mother by the hair and began to set the rhythm, thrusting it down her throat. Marisa let him go in until she choked, then pulled back full of saliva, spitting on it and taking it again.

—Like that, Mom, suck it like that. Nobody sucks me like you do.

—Your cock is delicious, son. It’s bigger than your father’s —she said, with watery eyes and smeared lipstick.

On the other side, Carolina had pulled her thong aside, grabbed her father-in-law’s cock with her hand, and was rubbing it along the lips of her pussy, wetting it with her juices.

—Since when have you wanted me like this, daddy? —Carolina asked, her tits out, wiggling a nipple in his face.

—Since I met you —he panted—. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, daughter. Every night I jerk off thinking about you. Every single one.

—Dirty old man —she whispered, and sank down slowly onto her father-in-law’s cock, feeling the head open her pussy and fill her walls inch by inch—. Oh, daddy, so big…

—And you, my love? —Marisa said to her son, climbing onto Damián’s lap with her son’s cock wet with her saliva—. Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted this? Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted to put it in your mother?

—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. Being married doesn’t mean you can’t come fuck Mom when you need to.

—Really, Mom?

—Of course, my love. This pussy of Mom’s is yours. It was always yours, and today you’re going to find out what it feels like.

***

Marisa braced herself on her son’s shoulders and began lowering herself very slowly onto Damián’s cock. The head brushed her pussy lips, settled at the entrance, and she hissed when it began to open her.

—Oh, God, daddy, yours is so big —Carolina said, already with her father-in-law’s cock all the way inside, rocking in circles on it—. You fill me up completely, daddy, I can’t fit even one more finger.

—Wow, Damián… I don’t know if it’s going to fit all the way —Marisa laughed nervously, half the cock inside and the son’s veins pressing against her pussy lips.

—Come on, Mom, sit down slowly —he asked, grabbing her ass with both hands and squeezing her cheeks to part them.

Marisa climbed back onto her son and began lowering herself slowly, biting her lip, feeling how her own son was opening her from the inside.

—Careful, daddy —she panted—. I’ve never had anything this size in me. You’re thicker than your father, my son. You’re splitting your mother’s pussy open.

In the other chair, Gustavo took his daughter-in-law by the waist and drove into her with a sudden thrust.

—Oh, God! —Carolina screamed, arching her back. Her tits shook in front of the father-in-law’s face, and he caught one nipple with his mouth and began sucking it while he fucked her from below.

The dining room filled with the sound of bodies moving in rhythm. Thighs hitting thighs, asses slapping against the men’s legs, plates trembling on the table, moans overlapping. Carolina rode up and down on her father-in-law, impaling herself on Gustavo’s cock with her hands on his shoulders, while Marisa rode her son, no longer able to hold back her moans, grinding her pussy against Damián’s groin.

—You’re opening me up all the way —the mother-in-law panted, clinging to Damián’s neck—. Fuck me, my son, fuck Mom hard, don’t hold back.

—Looks like you really wanted your mother —she added, almost voiceless, feeling how the son’s cock reached a place inside her that no one had touched in years.

Damián grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them, pinching her nipples as he fucked upward, lifting his hips to ram it all the way in each time.

—All my life, Mom. All my life I wanted to fuck my mother. And now I’ve got you right here, riding your son’s cock.

—Yes, my love, yes. Your mother is yours. Break my pussy, don’t stop.

Carolina took off her bra and threw it to the floor. Her tits were fully out, bouncing with every bounce on her father-in-law’s cock.

—That way you can see your girl’s tits bouncing better —she told Gustavo, pushing her face down between her breasts.

Gustavo devoured them with bites, sucking on each nipple one by one, while he held her ass with both hands and helped her up and down on him. Each thrust drew a sharp gasp from Carolina, and the daughter-in-law’s pussy juices ran down the father-in-law’s balls.

—Do you like what your boy is doing to you, Mom? —Damián asked, grabbing his mother by the hair and pulling her back so he could see her face.

—I love it, sweetheart. I love your cock inside Mom. It’s the best cock in the world, my love.

—Say it, Mom. Tell me what I’m doing to you.

—You’re fucking me, son. Your own mother is riding your cock, and I don’t want you to stop. Fuck me, my son, fuck your mother like a slut.

The two men looked at each other over the table, each setting the rhythm for the other’s woman. The scene was unreal: the father with the daughter-in-law riding him, Carolina’s tits bouncing against his face, and the son with the mother astride him, rocking that huge ass on his cock.

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

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

—Enjoy her. She’s yours tonight. Open her wide so she remembers her son’s cock tomorrow.

—And how’s the daughter-in-law, Dad?

—A young slut’s pussy, son. Hot, wet, tight. I’m going to fill it all the way with cum.

Marisa changed position. She got off her son’s cock, turned around, and sat back down on it with her back to Damián, so he could see her ass going in and out on his shaft. Her mother’s huge ass went up and down, swallowing her son’s cock whole, and her cheeks slapped against Damián’s thighs with a wet, rhythmic sound.

—Do you like seeing your mother’s ass riding you, son?

—Uf, Mom, don’t stop. You drive me crazy moving your ass like that.

—Yeah? Like this, my love? —she asked, and began rotating her hips, rubbing herself on him, clenching her pussy and releasing it, milking his cock from the inside.

Carolina, on the other side, got off Gustavo’s cock and knelt in front of him to suck it for a moment, tasting herself on her father-in-law’s shaft. She wrapped her hand around his balls and took it all into her mouth, looking him in the eyes as she sucked.

—Do you like seeing your daughter-in-law on her knees sucking your cock, father-in-law?

—I love it, girl. You’re damn good at it.

—Wait, daddy, I want to show you something.

She stood up and leaned over the dining table, face down, with her tits flattened against the tablecloth and her ass raised high. She shoved the dress to one side and spread her cheeks with both hands.

—Come on, daddy, fuck me like this. Like a bitch.

Gustavo rose from the chair, positioned himself behind her, and buried his cock in one single stroke. Carolina let out a long, sharp scream as her father-in-law grabbed her hips and started pounding her hard, making the tablecloth wrinkle beneath her body and the glasses tremble.

—That’s it, daddy, that’s it! Break my pussy!

—Take it, girl, take your father-in-law’s cock. This is what you wanted, right? For your father-in-law to wreck you.

—Yes, daddy, yes. Give it to me hard. Kill me.

Marisa, riding Damián, saw everything over her shoulder and quickened on her own.

—You want to finish inside me too? —she asked her son in his ear, turning to lick his mouth.

—Yes —Damián panted—. Are you going to let me come inside you, Mom?

—Of course, my boy. Fill your mother up. Leave your cum where I made you.

—I’m cumming! —Damián shouted suddenly, burying himself deep inside his mother, grabbing her ass and digging his fingers into the flesh.

—Finish inside Mom —Carolina urged from the other side, her face pressed against the table and Gustavo’s cock going in and out.

Damián emptied himself with a long cry, clinging to his mother, feeling his cum shoot out and fill Marisa’s pussy. She trembled on top of him, unable to speak, mouth open and eyes rolling back, cumming too, milking her son’s cock with her pussy’s spasms while his cum ran inside her and started dripping down her thighs.

—Oh, my love… you filled Mom right up —Marisa whispered, exhausted—. You filled me up like your father hadn’t in years.

—Feel your father-in-law, girl —Gustavo growled, driving into Carolina all the way, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back—. Feel how I’m going to come inside you.

—You want to finish inside your daughter too? —she panted, looking at him over her shoulder with narrowed eyes—. You want to leave me knocked up, dirty daddy?

—Yes, my girl. I’m going to fill your pussy with cum.

—Go ahead. Come inside your daughter-in-law. Give me all your cum.

Gustavo thrust with all his strength, one, two, three more times, each harder than the last, until he gave himself over inside his daughter-in-law with a roar, cumming in hot spurts that Carolina felt slamming against the walls of her pussy. She came at the same time, squeezing around her father-in-law’s cock, shrieking against the tablecloth as the orgasm shook her whole body. Gustavo’s cum began leaking out around the edges and sliding down her thighs, mixing with her own juices, that same night, with no one around that table seeming to regret a thing.