The Forbidden Swap None of Them Would Forget

We had spent three months exchanging emails before agreeing on the date. I had found Diego on a private forum, one of those discreet spaces where people speak bluntly about what they can’t say out loud. He had the same itch I did: an arrangement between two sons willing to share what they kept secret.

The swap was his original proposal. I had already been involved in something similar before, though back then I never openly admitted what was happening. This time would be different. This time there would be four of us in the same room, with everything on the table, with everyone’s cocks and cunts out in the open, no disguises or excuses.

The night before the meeting, my mother and I stayed in a small hotel on the outskirts of the city. There was no need to explain anything: Luisa already knew what would happen the next day. We had been like this for a while, and we had our own preparation rituals.

She lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide open and let me work in silence. She was a forty-eight-year-old woman, with a well-kept body, tits that were still firm, and a way of looking at you that made you feel she understood exactly what you wanted before you said it. I knelt between her thighs and opened the lips of her cunt with two fingers. She was already wet. I lowered my mouth and started licking her clit with the tip of my tongue, slowly, drawing circles that tightened until I had her little bud trapped between my lips and was sucking it.

—Like that, son —she murmured, and her hand went to the back of my neck, pressing my face against her cunt.

I shoved two fingers deep inside her while I kept sucking her clit. I curled them, searching for that rough spot on the front wall, and she started rocking her hips, pushing her cunt against my mouth. I ran my entire tongue from her asshole to her clit, tasting her. Then I spat on her ring and shoved a finger in there too, while the other two stayed inside her cunt.

—Tomorrow you’re going to behave —I told her without stopping, my lips shining with her juices.

—Me? —she replied with a smile that wasn’t innocent—. You’re the one who puts me in these situations.

She was right, of course. I kept eating her cunt until she came, squeezing my head with her thighs, shaking all over and letting out a long moan that broke in her throat. When I lifted my face, my chin was soaked with her. I climbed onto the bed and shoved my cock into her mouth without a word. Luisa sucked it slowly, looking up at me, tasting herself on my shaft.

—Swallow —I told her when I felt myself getting close.

I emptied my load down the back of her throat and she swallowed every drop without taking her mouth off me, milking me to the last spurt with her tongue wrapped around the head. When she was done, she licked the tip carefully and smiled.

That night we slept tangled together on the sheets. I asked her to put in a plug before bed and keep it in until the next day. She did it without asking questions: I watched her get on all fours, smear lubricant on her asshole, and push the metal plug in until the base sat snugly between her ass cheeks. I turned off the light a little after eleven.

***

The next morning we took a taxi to the address Diego had sent me. It was a quiet neighborhood, with houses with gardens and streets without much traffic. During the ride, Luisa rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I looked out the window and thought about Patricia.

She had sent me a photo weeks earlier, just her face. Dark hair cut at chin length, pale skin, a calm expression. Diego had told me she was forty-five and just as determined as he was. In her emails she was direct, blunt: she wrote "I want you to fuck me in front of your mother while Diego eats my ass" with the same naturalness as ordering a coffee. I liked that from the start.

The house had a white facade with a black-painted iron gate. I rang the intercom twice and a female voice answered.

—Rodrigo?

—Yes. With my mother.

—Wait a moment. We’re coming down.

Luisa glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

—She sounds good —she said softly, with a little smile—. I hope her cunt does too.

Diego opened the door two minutes later. He was thin, with short dark hair and a way of moving that gave away that he was nervous too, though he was trying to hide it. He shook both our hands and let us in.

Patricia was sitting on the sofa in the living room when we walked in. She stood up and greeted us with a genuine smile. She was wearing a simple blouse and dark trousers, nothing flashy. She looked exactly as I expected: a woman who knew very well what she wanted and didn’t need to prove it.

We talked for a few minutes about unimportant things. The heat, the trip, whether we’d had any trouble finding the house. It was that little ritual of introductions that’s necessary when four people who have never met in person come together for something no handbook describes.

Luisa asked to use the bathroom. Patricia offered to go with her.

I was left alone with Diego in the living room.

—Everything okay on your side? —I asked him.

—Yes. Totally decided.

—No special conditions?

—Only that if anyone doesn’t like something, they say so and it stops. No pressure. My old lady likes it up the ass, just so you know.

—Mine too. She’s been wearing a plug since last night.

Diego nodded and visibly relaxed. It was his grandparents’ house, he explained: they were traveling and wouldn’t be back until the weekend.

A few minutes later I heard footsteps in the hall. Patricia came in first, followed by Luisa. My mother had changed in the bathroom: she was wearing a black latex set that clung to her perfectly, with her breasts pushed up and a strategic opening between her legs that left her cunt and ass exposed. The heels made her legs look longer. Patricia, for her part, was wearing only a short robe that opened enough as she walked to reveal the black lingerie underneath, garter stockings, and lace panties already outlined in the crease.

—Shall we start? —Patricia said, not asking anyone in particular, and she untied the robe herself and let it fall to the floor.

***

What came after was like a mechanism that had been waiting for months to be set in motion.

Luisa settled onto the big sofa, pulled the latex open at the crotch, parted the lips of her cunt with her fingers, and looked at Diego with that expression I knew well. Diego didn’t need any more invitation. He knelt in front of her, ran his entire tongue from her asshole to her clit in one lick, and drew a low moan from her. He started working slowly, without hurry, sinking his tongue into her cunt and then sucking her bud with tight lips, following the rhythm she set with little sounds and the pressure of her hand on his head.

—Put two fingers in —Luisa told him—. And with your other hand, take the plug out of my ass. Slowly.

Diego obeyed. I watched the metal plug come out shining with saliva and juices, and my mother’s asshole left open for a few seconds, stretched and throbbing, before closing again. Diego looked at it for a moment and stuck his tongue in there too, alternating between cunt and ass while he finger-fucked her.

Patricia came over to me.

—Sit down —she said.

I sat in the armchair facing the sofa. She unfastened my belt and yanked my trousers and underwear down in one pull. My cock sprang up hard, already dripping pre-cum. Patricia knelt and took her time: first she looked at me from below, with deliberate calm, grabbed it by the base, and studied it like someone inspecting what they’re going to eat. She stuck out her tongue and ran the tip from my balls to the head, very slowly, gathering up the drop that had formed.

—Tasty —she murmured.

And then she started. She took my whole cock into her mouth until her nose touched my stomach. I felt the back of her throat squeezing my head and had to grip the armrests of the chair. She was precise in what she did, with a skill that was anything but mechanical. She knew when to speed up and when to stop, when to use her hands and when to use only her mouth. She’d pull it all the way out to spit on it, then lick my balls one by one, taking them into her mouth, and then swallow my dick all the way to the base again.

From where I was sitting I could see my mother and Diego. Luisa had her eyes closed and her head thrown back, mouth open and one hand squeezing a tit over the latex. Diego was still eating her cunt and ass alternately, his chin shining with saliva and slick.

—Diego —Luisa said suddenly, panting—, fuck me already, I can’t take it.

Diego stood up, pulled his trousers down, and grabbed his cock, thick and veined, pumping it a couple of times in front of my mother’s open cunt. Then he drove it in with one thrust. Luisa let out a strangled cry that turned into a continuous moan while he started fucking her with hard, steady strokes that made her tits bounce inside the latex.

Patricia took my cock out of her mouth when she heard Luisa’s cry and turned her head to look.

—Your mother fucks well —she commented, and then swallowed me whole again.

After a while we swapped positions.

Patricia sat on the sofa, next to where my mother was, and I knelt between her legs. I ripped her panties off in one pull. Her cunt was shaved, shiny, with swollen inner lips spread apart. I buried my face in it without thinking and started sucking her. She tasted like a mature woman, a flavor both strong and clean. Diego positioned himself on the other side, between Luisa’s legs, continuing to fuck her with my mother’s legs over his shoulders. For several minutes the two of us took care of the other’s mother while the two women, without making any agreement, started touching each other: first hands, then shoulders, then more. Luisa reached for one of Patricia’s tits, pulled it out of her bra, and started pinching her nipple. Patricia returned the gesture by putting two fingers in my mother’s mouth, which she sucked with half-closed eyes.

—Look up —Patricia asked softly, with a hand on my neck.

I looked at her, my tongue still buried in her cunt.

—Put it in already —she said—. I want to feel that cock inside me.

She closed her eyes.

Patricia had the body of someone who had taken care of it for years without obsession: marked curves, soft skin, wide hips that moved almost involuntarily when she found the rhythm she was after. She had several small moles scattered across her stomach and thighs. It seemed to me each one was a detail that made the whole thing more real, more present.

I stood up, grabbed her legs behind the knees, spread them, and slammed my cock in with one thrust. She was so wet she swallowed me whole without resistance. I started fucking her with long thrusts while she held on to my arms, mouth open and tits moving with every push.

—Do you want to move to the other room? —Diego asked from the other side of the sofa, without stopping fucking my mother.

—Not yet —Luisa replied between gasps—. I want your mother to see me come first.

Patricia opened one eye and looked at my mother. Then she closed them again and smiled while I kept fucking her.

Luisa came a few seconds later, with Diego hammering her cunt and one finger in her ass. It was a loud orgasm, her legs trembling and her back arching until her ass lifted off the sofa. Diego pulled out just in time and painted her latex-covered stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. Luisa ran two fingers over it, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them while looking at Patricia.

***

The first time I was inside Patricia’s ass was on the sofa, with her on hands and knees, facing forward. Diego handed me the lubricant without saying anything. I poured a good amount between her cheeks and spread it with my thumb, pushing it into her asshole until the muscle gave way and accepted first one finger, then two. Patricia let out a low grunt and pushed her ass back.

—Now —she said—. Put it in.

I pressed the tip against her lubricated asshole and pushed slowly. The ring gave with a little pop and swallowed me halfway in. I took a few seconds before starting, just to watch how she breathed and how her ass adjusted to my cock.

—Diego —she said without turning—, look how your friend is fucking me up the ass.

Diego lifted his gaze. Luisa was on top of him in the small armchair, moving slowly with her hands braced on his shoulders, his cock buried in my mother’s asshole.

—Fuck her harder —he told my mother, never taking his eyes off Patricia—. Milk my cock with that ass of yours.

Luisa didn’t need to be told twice. She started bouncing on him with all her strength, tits jiggling out over the latex, her ass swallowing his cock all the way with every drop.

I pushed harder into Patricia’s asshole. I drove it all the way in, until my balls hit her cunt. Patricia responded by leaning slightly forward and pushing back, taking me to the root. We found the rhythm without talking about it. I gave her a hard slap on the hip and she turned her head, eyes half-closed.

—More —she said.

I slapped the other cheek, and then again, until her skin reddened. I grabbed her hair with one hand and yanked her head back while I kept pounding her ass.

—Like that —she gasped—. Break me.

I took my other hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit with two fingers while I fucked her ass. Patricia started pouring out a litany of filthy talk.

—Yes, like that, harder, fuck my ass, your cock is fucking amazing, more, more, don’t stop.

From the armchair came the sounds of my mother and Diego mixed with Luisa’s voice giving instructions. Sometimes I recognized her by tone, even if the words were lost in the moans. It was one of those moments when consciousness splits: part of you is fully present in what you’re doing and another part watches everything from the outside, unable to quite believe it’s real.

After a while Patricia asked to change positions. I pulled out of her ass, she turned around and sat facing me, impaling herself on my cock in her cunt now with a moan of relief. She started moving with a slow, steady cadence that gradually sped up. Her hands rested on my shoulders. Her eyes, open, stared at a point just above my head.

—Your mother does her job well —she told me softly, without stopping, while her cunt sucked my cock on every downward stroke.

I turned my head. Luisa was kneeling in front of Diego, her hands on his thighs, sucking his cock with her mouth open and her tongue out, letting her face get smeared with saliva.

—Yours too —I answered, sliding my hands up to Patricia’s tits to squeeze them.

Patricia let out a brief sound that could have been a laugh or something else. She kept moving. Her big breasts moved with each thrust and I placed my hands on her hips to help keep the rhythm, pushing her down with every upward stroke of mine. I bit one nipple, sucked it into my mouth, stretched it with my teeth.

—Almost —she said suddenly, eyes closed—. Wait. Don’t come, don’t come inside yet.

I waited, still, with my cock buried to the hilt while she barely moved, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.

A few seconds later the trembling started in her hips and rose to her shoulders. Her cunt clenched around my cock in waves, squeezing me, milking me. Patricia leaned forward and gripped my shoulders hard, letting out a long moan born in her belly. Then she stayed still, breathing slowly, her forehead resting against my neck.

—Good —she said at last—. Now upstairs. I want both of you to fuck me.

***

The upstairs room had a large bed with white sheets and two windows with the blinds halfway down. The light was lateral, warm. Patricia went in first and lay back without waiting, spread her legs, and ran two fingers through her cunt while watching us come in.

Diego came in with Luisa a few seconds later. My mother sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with that expression she uses when she’s deciding something.

—Come here —she told him, and pulled him toward her, lay back, and opened her legs so he fit between her thighs.

What followed was slower, more deliberate than in the living room. I settled on top of Patricia and shoved my cock back into her cunt. Diego positioned himself behind her, with Patricia then lying on her side over me, spoon-style, one leg lifted. Diego spat on her asshole, lubed up his cock, and slid it into her ass slowly, millimeter by millimeter.

Patricia took it with a sound that came from deep in her throat and then stayed still for a few seconds, adjusting to the two cocks now filling her completely.

—Good —she said at last—. Now yes. Both of you. Hard.

The movement had to be coordinated. It was clumsy at first, as it always is, but then it found its own logic. When I went in, Diego came out. When I came out, Diego went in. Patricia set the pace with her hips and we followed it, feeling each other through the thin wall separating her two holes. Every thrust pulled a moan from her that broke in her throat.

Luisa positioned herself beside us, on her knees on the bed, and placed her hand on Patricia’s nape with unexpected gentleness. Then she lowered her head and started sucking one of her tits, nibbling her nipple while we kept drilling her.

—Good? —she asked her.

—Very good —Patricia answered, without opening her eyes—. Put your cunt in my mouth.

Luisa climbed up onto Patricia’s face and sat down, bracing herself on the headboard. Patricia buried her tongue in her cunt and started eating it while we kept fucking her in both holes. My mother looked me in the eyes over Patricia’s body, mouth open, moaning.

For the next several minutes the four of us functioned as one thing, without anyone giving instructions or taking charge. Patricia came first: a trembling that started in her hips and rose to her shoulders, her cunt smothering Luisa, her ass squeezing Diego’s cock, her mouth still sucking my mother’s clit. It was a long orgasm, in several waves, that made her close her legs around Luisa’s head.

Then Luisa came, with a higher-pitched sound and her hands gripping the headboard, pushing her cunt against Patricia’s mouth until her lungs emptied.

And then the two of us, a few minutes apart. Diego came first, with a grunt, emptying himself completely into Patricia’s ass. When he pulled out, a thread of semen ran down her perineum to my balls. I held on a few seconds longer, until Patricia whispered, "Come inside, fill my cunt," and then I let go, unloading into her in waves while she dug her nails into my back.

***

We stayed in bed for a long while without speaking. Patricia had her eyes open, staring at the ceiling, her legs still spread and both our loads leaking down her thighs. Diego was lying on his back beside her. My mother had curled up against me with her back against my chest, and I had one lazy hand on one of her tits.

—When do your grandparents get back? —Luisa asked after a moment.

—Saturday —Diego replied.

—It’s Tuesday.

—Yes.

Silence.

—Good —my mother said, and closed her eyes.

None of the four of us said anything else for quite a while. Through the window came a light that had already shifted toward orange. We had arrived at ten in the morning. It was, I guessed, close to two in the afternoon.

When we finally got up and dressed, we did it slowly, without rushing. Patricia made coffee while Diego went downstairs with Luisa. In the kitchen, while we waited, Patricia looked at me from the other side of the counter.

—It was like I expected —she said.

—For better or for worse?

—For better. —She paused briefly—. Your email is still the same, right?

—The same.

She nodded and filled the cups without saying anything else.

When we said goodbye at the door, we did it with the same calm with which we had arrived. Diego and Patricia walked us to the gate. My mother and Patricia gave each other a brief hug. Diego shook my hand.

In the taxi back, Luisa rested her head on my shoulder again. The driver had the radio on, playing a song neither of us recognized. The streets slid by slowly through the window.

—Again? —my mother asked without lifting her head.

I thought about Patricia looking at the ceiling with her eyes open and her thighs smeared. I thought about Diego keeping pace without anyone asking him to. I thought about the four of us functioning as that nameless thing we had been for a few hours.

—Yes —I said—. Again.