The Forbidden Desire My Husband Awakened in Me

Claudia was a woman of order. She had married at twenty-three to Rodrigo—ten years older than her—had raised her son Sebastián with the same devotion with which she swept the house every morning, and considered herself a good Christian, although lately she found it harder and harder to go to confession.

What she could confess without any trouble was that she had a body no man could ignore. Dark brown hair down to her shoulders, a defined waist, and big, firm tits that seemed to defy any clothes she tried to cover them with. At forty, Claudia was still the most eye-catching woman in the neighborhood, and although she never said it out loud, she knew it.

That Sunday afternoon, she walked into Sebastián’s room with the mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. She knocked twice before opening the door.

—Can I come in? —she asked from the threshold.

—Come in —a voice answered from inside.

Sebastián was sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. He was eighteen and had gotten the best of his father: the square jaw, the broad shoulders, that way of taking up space without asking anyone’s permission. But he had her eyes: large, dark, capable of saying things his mouth kept silent.

—This looks like a cave —Claudia said as she started scrubbing the floor. She was wearing gray Lycra pants that clung to her ass like a second skin and a blouse with a round neckline, more generous than perhaps was wise inside the house. The ivory bra barely contained what the blouse promised.

—It’s fine, ma —Sebastián said without lifting his eyes from the phone.

—Everything’s fine to you. That’s why it smells shut up in here.

When Claudia bent over to scrub a stain from the floor, her tits shifted inside the blouse with a movement she didn’t even notice. Sebastián looked up without realizing he had looked up.

—There’s something stuck on this fucking floor —Claudia muttered, leaning even farther down.

Sebastián didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on his mother’s cleavage, on the curve that appeared and disappeared with every movement of her body. The Lycra pants outlined her round ass and the line between her cheeks, and he felt his cock begin to swell inside his boxers without being able to do anything to stop it.

—Seba. I’m talking to you.

Silence.

—Sebastián.

Claudia straightened up and turned her head. Her son was looking at her with a concentration that had nothing to do with her as his mother. It wasn’t a fleeting or accidental look. It was the look of someone who had been in the same place for several seconds without noticing time was still moving.

—What are you looking at? —she asked softly, more bewildered than angry.

Sebastián reacted as if someone had snapped their fingers in front of his face.

—Nothing, sorry. I was distracted.

—Distracted with what, if the TV is off?

Sebastián said nothing. He looked away toward the window, but Claudia caught sight of the bulge marked under her son’s sweatpants before he crossed his legs to hide it. She tightened her grip on the mop handle, picked up the bucket in silence, and left the room not quite knowing what to do with what she had just seen.

***

Rodrigo was on the sofa watching the game. He didn’t look at her when she sat down beside him. But when Claudia said, slowly:

—Your son was staring at my tits.

Rodrigo looked up from the screen.

—What do you mean, he was staring at you?

—Like what he is. Like a man looking at a woman. Only that woman is me and that man is our son. And he had a hard cock, Rodrigo. You could see it in his pants.

Rodrigo processed the information for a few seconds. Then he nodded, very slowly, as if what he had just heard wasn’t all that extraordinary.

—He’s eighteen —he said.

—And that justifies getting hard looking at me?

—It doesn’t justify it or condemn it. It explains it. —Rodrigo turned off the TV and looked her up and down with the same calm he used to appraise a game—. Besides, Claudia, with that blouse and those pants that show off your cunt like that, it would be strange if he didn’t get hard.

—Don’t start!

—I’m just saying what it is. What do you want me to do?

—Talk to him. Make sure he knows there are things you don’t do.

Rodrigo nodded. But before standing up, he reached out and drew Claudia toward him. When he put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her close, slowly, she didn’t resist. It had always been that way: Rodrigo knew where to touch her so the rest of the world stopped mattering.

He pulled down her blouse carefully. The ivory bra was exposed, and he ran his tongue along the edge of the lace with a deliberate slowness Claudia recognized immediately: it was the same way he did it when he wanted her to stop thinking. He freed one whole tit from the bra and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking it until it hardened between his teeth.

—See? —he murmured against her skin—. They’re impossible to ignore.

—Rodrigo... —Her voice came out much softer than she intended.

—I’m not blaming you or blaming him. These things happen.

Claudia tilted her head back. Rodrigo unfastened her bra from behind with one hand, a move he had practiced for fifteen years, and bit her other nipple while slipping his hand inside the waistband of her Lycra pants. His fingers found her cunt already wet, slippery over her panties.

—Look how wet you are —he whispered in her ear—. Soaked. Is it because of what happened with the boy?

—Shut up.

—It’s an honest question. —He pushed her panties aside and sank two fingers into her in one stroke. Claudia jolted and dug her nails into his arm—. Answer me, Claudia. Did your cunt get wet when you saw your son getting hard for you?

—I don’t know... I don’t know...

—Yes, you do. —He moved his fingers inside her slowly, very slowly, until she started to rock her hips, seeking him—. Can you imagine if it were Sebastián doing this to you right now? If it were your son’s fingers inside you?

Claudia’s eyes flew open.

—What did you say?

—What you heard.

—Rodrigo, that’s insane.

—It’s an idea. That’s all. —He didn’t stop moving his fingers while he spoke, curling them upward right where he knew she couldn’t resist—. Dead-end curiosity turns into obsession. I myself, with my mother, when I was his age...

—Don’t go on.

—I used to jerk off thinking about her. Every night. And it took me years to look at any other woman without that shadow over me. —He paused. He pulled out his shiny fingers and ran them over her lips before slipping them into Claudia’s mouth—. I’m just saying that sometimes the healthiest thing is to put things where they belong. Suck.

Claudia sucked his fingers without looking away. Rodrigo had her wrapped up with his other arm, his mouth still close to her neck, and there was something in that position that made it very hard to think clearly. He’s not serious, she told herself. But the image was already there and there was no way to get it out: her son’s cock, hard, pressing against his pants because of her.

—Go put on the red bra —Rodrigo said finally—. The lace one. And come downstairs.

—For what?

—So the three of us can talk.

***

Sebastián came downstairs when his father called him. He sat on the sofa between his parents cautiously, back straight, hands on his thighs. He knew what was coming would not be an ordinary conversation.

Claudia had buttoned her blouse. Her hands were folded in her lap. She did not look at her son.

—Your mother told me what happened this afternoon —Rodrigo said without preamble.

Sebastián swallowed.

—I didn’t mean to, Dad...

—I’m not accusing you. I’m asking you. Were you staring at your mother’s tits? Did you get hard for her?

The silence that followed was so dense Claudia could hear her own heart.

—Seba —she said softly—. Look at me.

Her son raised his eyes. His cheeks were burning.

—Yes, Mom. I was staring at them. They’re perfect. I couldn’t help it. —He paused and looked down at the floor—. And yes, Dad. I got hard. Like a rock.

Claudia didn’t know what to say. What do you say to that?

—Do you want to touch them? —Rodrigo asked, with the same calm he had used before to ask whether anyone wanted more coffee.

—Rodrigo... —Claudia said, warning in her tone.

—Just a question. Let the boy answer.

Sebastián looked at his father. Then he looked at his mother. Then back at his father.

—Yes —he said, without hesitation this time—. I do.

Rodrigo got up from the sofa. He went to where Claudia was and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse with a slowness that was almost theatrical. Red lace appeared between the edges of the fabric.

—Rodrigo, stop —she whispered. But her hands did not move to stop him.

—It’s done —he said, and stepped aside.

Sebastián reached out with a shyness Claudia hadn’t expected from him. His fingers found the fabric first, then the skin spilling over the lace, and she felt something tighten and open at the same time in the center of her chest.

—They’re soft —Sebastián said, almost in a whisper, as if thinking out loud—. And heavy. Fuck, Mom.

—Take them out —Rodrigo said from the armchair where he had now sat down to watch—. So you can see them properly.

Claudia remained still. Three seconds. Five. Then she herself unfastened the front clasp of her bra.

Her tits fell free, big and warm, her nipples already hard as if her skin had decided for her. Sebastián looked at them for a moment without moving, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. Then he reached out with both hands and took hold of them whole, weighing them, squeezing them until flesh slipped between his fingers.

—Jesus, Mom... they’re huge.

He lowered his head and kissed them, clumsily at first, then with more confidence. When he began to suck one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers, Claudia let out a sound she didn’t recognize as her own. A low, animal moan that rose from her belly.

—That’s it —Rodrigo said in a rough voice from the armchair—. Suck them well. Your mother loves it when her nipples get bitten. Right, Claudia?

Claudia ran her hand through Sebastián’s hair. It was a gesture she had made thousands of times, when he was little and had a fever or nightmares. But now there was nothing maternal in the movement. Nor in the moans she could barely contain. Nor in the way she squeezed her thighs together to calm the wetness already running between them.

—Do you like it, Mom? —Sebastián murmured against her breast, the nipple still between his lips.

—Don’t ask me that —she answered.

—Why not?

—Because the answer will be honest.

Sebastián looked up at her and held her gaze for a moment. Then he lowered his head again and bit her nipple hard, tugging it with his teeth until it stretched. Claudia clenched her fingers in his hair and arched her back.

—Bite them —she said before she could regret saying it—. Bite them hard. Like they belong to you.

Sebastián obeyed. He moved from one tit to the other, sucking, biting, leaving her nipples reddened and wet with saliva. With one hand he squeezed her breast hard enough to hurt; with the other he went to the waistband of her Lycra pants and slipped his fingers inside without asking permission. Claudia let out a gasp when he touched her soaked cunt through her panties.

—She’s dripping, Dad —Sebastián said without lifting his head.

—I know —Rodrigo said from the armchair, not moving—. Put your fingers in her. Let her feel her son inside her.

Claudia wanted to protest but no voice came out. Sebastián pulled her panties aside and sank two fingers in to the knuckle, awkward but determined. She closed her eyes and threw her head back against the sofa.

—Oh, God... Seba... no...

—No what, Mom?

—Don’t stop.

Sebastián moved his fingers inside her with a rhythm that grew less clumsy by the second, learning her on the fly. With his thumb he found her clit and when he did Claudia jerked and grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to make sure he didn’t let go.

—There, there, don’t move from there...

—Here, Mom?

—There, my love, there...

The word slipped out and she didn’t even realize it. Rodrigo did. Rodrigo smiled from the armchair with a calm, possessive air.

***

It was Rodrigo who set the next step. He asked Claudia to get on her knees on the floor in front of the sofa where Sebastián was still seated. She obeyed without anyone explaining why, her tits bare, her hair tousled, and her thighs still trembling from her son’s fingers. Rodrigo gestured for Sebastián to unbutton his pants.

What Claudia saw when Sebastián lowered his boxers left her speechless for a full moment. Her son’s cock sprang upward, hard, thick, the tip glossy and a prominent vein running beneath it. It was bigger than Rodrigo’s. Quite a bit bigger.

—My God —she said in a whisper.

Rodrigo let out a short laugh from the sofa.

—See? The boy’s got you beat.

Claudia took it carefully, slowly, like someone touching something that might break. It was thick and hot, throbbing in her hand, and the fact that it was her own son never left her for a single moment, though it never quite managed to stop her either. She pulled the foreskin back with her thumb and watched the tip go purple, watched a clear drop bead from the glans.

—Do you want it, Mom? —Sebastián asked, looking down at her with a rough voice—. Do you want to suck it?

Claudia lifted her eyes to his. Then she looked at Rodrigo. Her husband nodded, very slowly.

—Suck it, Claudia. Suck it well. Let him know what his mother does with her mouth.

She lowered her head.

First she ran her tongue along the whole length, from the balls to the tip, following the vein. Sebastián gave a moan that seemed to come from the bottom of his chest. Claudia licked the glans in circles, tasting the salty fluid that beaded there, and then took it all the way into her mouth in one go, as deep as she could. The tip touched the back of her throat and brought tears to her eyes.

—Fuck, Mom... fuck, fuck...

Sebastián put his hands in her hair, not pressing at first, just holding her. Claudia started moving up and down, sucking hard, taking her son’s cock down her throat until the gag reflex forced her back up. With one hand she gripped the base and jerked him off to the rhythm of her mouth; with the other she took his balls and kneaded them slowly.

Rodrigo watched them from the sofa with an expression Claudia had never seen before: focused, silent, with no trace of doubt. He had unzipped his pants and was stroking his cock without hurry, watching his wife choke on the shaft of the son the two of them had made.

—Take it all the way in —Rodrigo said softly—. All the way down. You can do it.

Claudia breathed deeply through her nose and lowered her head until her nose touched Sebastián’s stomach. She stayed there for a few seconds, her throat full, feeling his cock pulse against her palate. When she rose, a long strand of saliva hung from her chin.

—Good girl —Rodrigo said—. That’s it.

Sebastián couldn’t take the calm anymore. He started moving her head with his hands, setting the pace, fucking her mouth with short thrusts that made her choke and gasp. Claudia let him do it. She dug her nails into his thighs and surrendered, eyes half-closed and tits hanging, moving to the rhythm.

—Mom —Sebastián said, voice tight—. If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.

Claudia pulled away abruptly. She wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand and looked up at him from below, her lips swollen and shining.

—On the tits —she said, with a firmness that surprised even herself—. Only there. Cum on your mother’s tits. Nowhere else.

—Whatever you want, Mom.

Claudia settled on her knees in front of her son and pressed her tits on both sides of his cock. She trapped it between the warm flesh and Sebastián started moving on his own, fucking the channel formed by her breasts while the tip kept appearing again and again near her chin. She stuck out her tongue every time it appeared, to lick the glans, to provoke him.

Sebastián threw his head back and closed his eyes. Rodrigo had stood up from the sofa without her noticing and now had one hand on his wife’s back, simply there, anchoring her to the floor, while with the other he kept slowly working his cock.

—God, Mom... —Sebastián murmured—. What tits you have... what tits...

—Shut up —she said—. And enjoy it. Take advantage of the fact that Mommy is letting you.

The rhythm sped up. Claudia felt his heat against her skin, the growing wetness between her tits, the weight of what she was doing and the impossibility of pretending she hadn’t chosen it. She pressed her breasts harder to give him more squeeze, more friction, and when Sebastián moaned she looked up at him from below with a half-open smile she hadn’t shown anyone in years. There’s no turning back from here, she thought. And the idea didn’t terrify her as much as it should have.

—Now —Sebastián said, voice breaking—. Now, Mom, now, I’m cumming, I’m cumming...

—Take it out —she told him—. Cum on me. Show your dad how much you’ve got.

Sebastián pulled his cock free from between her tits and shook it with both hands over her. The first burst shot out and landed between Claudia’s breasts, hot and thick. The second stained one nipple. The third reached her collarbone. More kept coming than she would have believed possible, until her tits and neck were shining, covered in semen.

When he finished, Claudia remained motionless for a moment with her eyes closed, kneeling on the floor of her own living room, feeling her son’s load slowly slide down toward her belly. She ran two fingers over a nipple, collected them full, and without looking at anyone put them in her mouth and sucked them.

Rodrigo handed her a towel he had gone to fetch without being asked.

—Are you all right? —he asked in a low voice, only for her.

Claudia opened her eyes. She looked at the towel. Took it.

—Ask me tomorrow —she said—. Tonight I don’t know the answer.