The Hidden Camera Revealed Another Mother to Me

My name is Adrián. I just turned thirty-two, and I live in a small house on the outskirts of Valencia. I share the roof with my mother, Carmen, a plump fifty-nine-year-old woman who has been dragging around mild depression ever since they diagnosed her with a cervical problem and forced her into disability retirement. My sister Lucía also lives with us, twenty-one, built a lot like Mom: wide hips, a huge chest, and an ass that, under other circumstances, would have made any brother uncomfortable.

I work in an industrial warehouse, assembling plastic parts until my fingers go numb. I earn just enough for us to eat, pay the electric bill, and, if we’re lucky, afford one little treat a month. The house is tiny: a single room where my mother sleeps, a loft with a narrow bed for Lucía, and the sofa bed in the living room, which is mine.

That August, one afternoon I was at the bar on the corner drinking beer with Iván, my lifelong friend. We were talking about women, as we almost always did, until he leaned over the table and lowered his voice.

—Hey, Adrián, have you ever gone onto one of those sites with stories?

—Once or twice, in passing. Why?

—There’s a filial-love section, brother. Go on tonight when you’re alone. And if you get in the mood, I’ve got a little camera, one of those that can be hidden in any corner. I use it to keep an eye on the dog when I’m away.

I was left with a question lodged in my chest. Iván has known me since I was fourteen and he knows I’m just as horny as he is. I went home, stretched out on the sofa bed, and spent three hours reading on my phone, almost not breathing. Sons fucking their mothers, mothers asking their sons to shove it in all the way, soaked cunts, cocks coming inside without condoms. I jerked off twice in a row without hardly letting go of my cock, and I was still hard.

After all, what could I lose? A good wank, at most.

The next day I asked to borrow the camera. That same night, while Mom watched TV and Lucía was in the shower, I went into the main bedroom and placed the device between two books on the shelf, aimed at the bed. After that I lay down on the sofa and barely slept a wink.

***

The following morning, Mom and Lucía decided to go shopping downtown. As soon as the car turned the corner, I opened the laptop and downloaded the camera footage.

What I saw left me speechless. My mother, alone in the room, calmly took off her clothes. First the blouse, button by button, then the skirt, which she let fall to the floor without a second thought. Underneath, a black lace bra I had never seen on her and matching panties, wet at the crotch, with a dark stain spreading wider. She unclasped the bra and her tits fell heavy, enormous, with nipples so swollen they looked ready to burst. She pinched one, then the other, and threw her head back, biting her lip.

She got onto the bed on all fours, her big white ass lifted toward the camera, and pulled her panties down to her knees. Her cunt gleamed, swollen, with the lips parted and a strand of slick hanging from it. She shoved two fingers in from behind, up to the knuckles, and started pumping herself with a force that made the mattress tremble. Her other hand went to her clit and rubbed in quick circles while she bit the pillow to stifle her moans.

—Ah, God, like that, like that —I heard her murmur between gasps—, you son of a bitch, you’re fucking me so good.

I nearly fell off the sofa when I heard that. My mother, the woman who ironed my shirts and served me soup, talking to herself in bed like a bitch in heat. She pulled her fingers out, soaked, and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them one by one, slowly, savoring them. Then she lowered her left hand to her left nipple, stretched it until it stood up like a purple pill, and went back to the three fingers behind, now deeper, her wrist twisting as if she were unscrewing something.

She wasn’t timid or brief. It was a painstaking, noisy job, her face pressed to the pillow and her left hand tugging at her nipple. She came with a muffled shriek, trembling all over, and I watched liquid run down the inside of her thighs until it stained the sheets.

When she was done, she stayed there breathing with her back to the ceiling, a small smile on her mouth. I was in the living room, hard as a rock, with my cock out of my tracksuit bottoms and the feeling that I had opened a door I wasn’t going to be able to close.

That same afternoon, after lunch, Lucía went to a friend’s house. Mom and I were left alone in the kitchen, clearing plates. She was wearing a thin house dress and, when she bent over the sink, her ass showed under the fabric. You could tell at a glance she wasn’t wearing panties.

The words came out before I could stop them.

—Mom, why have you never gone out with anyone again? You look really good for your age. If you weren’t my mother, I wouldn’t be responsible for myself in this kitchen.

I expected a shout, a slap, anything. What I got was a slow smile and a glint in her eyes I had never seen before.

—Adrián, you don’t know how happy you make me saying that. Do you really see me like that?

—I’m telling you. You’re a monument.

***

In the days that followed, even the way she walked changed. She started dressing in shorter skirts, tighter blouses, clothes she borrowed from Rosario, the downstairs neighbor, a tailor in her early sixties who treated her like a little daughter. Mom would pass by me in the hallway and brush her hip against my hand without bothering to hide it. I didn’t know how to react. I played along halfway, not daring to fully give in.

One night I pretended I had a headache so I could go to bed before them. Around three in the morning, I felt the sofa dip beside me. Mom had sat down in silence, wearing a thin robe and high cotton panties. I pretended to be asleep. She pulled my boxers down carefully, took out my cock, already half hard, and paused to look at it for a moment, her breathing uneven.

—What a cock my boy has —she whispered, and leaned down.

She started licking me from the base to the tip, in slow strokes, like someone savoring an ice cream that’s melting. She sucked my balls one by one, took them fully into her mouth, and then ran her tongue back up the shaft to the head, which was already dark and dripping. Then she opened her mouth all the way and swallowed me to the hilt. I felt her throat bump against the head and nearly screamed. She pulled off, spat on the tip, and took me back in, now moving her head up and down with obscene rhythm, slurping, making noise on purpose.

I clenched my fists against the sofa so I wouldn’t give myself away. With one hand she squeezed my balls, the other she placed over my stomach so she could feel me trembling. She jerked the base while her mouth worked the upper half, circling the head with her tongue every time she reached the tip. When she felt me starting to build, she eased off, blew softly over the wet glans, and began again from zero.

—Don’t come yet, son —she whispered—. I want to eat it a little longer.

She sucked me for what felt like half an hour, keeping me on the edge. When she finally let me go, I had no bones left. I held out as long as I could. My stomach trembled, my legs too. I shot a thick rope down the back of her throat and she kept sucking, pressing her lips to the base so not a single drop would spill. When I finished, she swallowed everything without blinking, wiped the corner of her mouth with her pinkie, and gave me a long kiss on the mouth. She smelled like toothpaste, swallowed semen, and something else. I thrust my tongue all the way in and she gave me back the taste of my own cum.

—Lucía hasn’t moved —she whispered—. And tomorrow you’re coming to my bed, Adrián. I can’t take it anymore. My cunt’s been burning for a week, and only you can put it out.

I nodded, unable to speak. I had just opened Pandora’s box, and there was no way to shut it again.

***

The following days were a soft kind of madness. When I went out for a drink with Iván, she sent me photos to my phone: her chest against the bathroom mirror, her thigh, a hand tucked under her skirt with two fingers buried in her wet cunt, a close-up of her ass parted by the bidet spray from the shower. I came home with my cock outlined in my pants, and as soon as we shut the bathroom door she was already taking it out of me with her teeth.

We did it against the tiled wall, biting each other’s shoulders so we wouldn’t shout. I’d lift one leg over my hip and drive into her with a single thrust. She’d rake my back, shove her tongue into my ear, and whisper filthy things into it.

—Fuck me harder, you bastard, harder, break me, I’m your mother and you’re burying it all the way in.

I fucked her with her ass braced against the sink, her tits bouncing in my face, her cheeks red from all the slapping. I came inside her and my cum spilled out around the rim of her cunt, thick, white, running down to the backs of her knees. While I turned on the tap to wash myself, she bent down, sucked my dripping cock, and ran two fingers through her cunt so she wouldn’t lose a single drop, then took them to her mouth.

One brutally hot afternoon she asked me to go with her to the shopping center. She wanted new clothes. She was wearing low heels, a tight dress, and, as she confessed to me in the elevator, not a single undergarment.

In the store she went into the fitting room and called me over with a gesture.

—How does it look on me, Adrián? —she asked in front of the saleswoman, a young girl with alert eyes who was looking at her with something more than courtesy.

—It looks incredible on you. Better than you expected.

—Son, it’s very expensive. We can’t.

—It’s my gift. Take it.

She walked out of the store with a bag over her shoulder and her head held high. It was four in the afternoon and we hadn’t even eaten.

—What if we go to the movies? —she said—. I need some cold air.

We picked the worst film on the bill. The theater was practically empty. We went to the last row. When they turned off the lights, I slipped my hand under her skirt and found her drenched. My fingers sank in without resistance. I opened the lips of her cunt and rubbed her clit with my thumb while two fingers went in and out with a wet sound that made me fear it could be heard all the way downstairs.

—Take it out for me, Adrián, take it out now —she gasped against my neck.

She leaned over my lap, unzipped me, and sucked me right there, slowly, her head hidden under my jacket. Saliva hung from her chin, my cock went in and out of her mouth with a muffled slap, and she helped herself with her hand, twisting around the base every time she moved up. I had my hand under her dress, fingering her ass from behind, and I could feel how she clenched around my finger every time she swallowed my cock to the hilt.

—Adrián, on top —she asked when she couldn’t take any more.

I sat her astride me, facing away from the screen, her skirt hiked to her waist. I barely had to push. The tip found the opening and slid inside all the way to the base in one go. She was so wet you could hear the slapping above the soundtrack. We had been steering, for months, really for years, toward that seat.

I held her by the hips as she moved slowly, biting my neck, gripping the back of the seat in front of her. I unbuttoned the top of her dress and freed her tits. I sucked them one by one, biting her nipples, while she dug her nails into my shoulders and rode my cock up and down with her legs spread wide. When I felt I was about to come, I grabbed her ass and drove into her to the hilt. I let everything go inside her, squeezing her cheeks with both hands, and she came at the same time, trembling on top of me, her mouth crushed against mine so she wouldn’t scream. We left before the end, laughing under our breath like two teenagers who had just stolen candy, with cum dripping down her thighs to her stockings.

***

On the drive back, stopped at a red light, she told me about Rosario.

—I have to confess something else to you, Adrián. I’ve been seeing the neighbor for three years.

—Seeing her how?

—The way you’re imagining. And not just her. The baker, the girl from the shopping center. We do things you wouldn’t believe. I wasn’t depressed because I lacked sex, son. I had that sorted.

I burst out laughing in the middle of the crossing. I’d spent years seeing her in her flowered nightgown, sighing in front of the news, and all the while half the neighborhood had been through her bed. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and didn’t recognize her. She was another woman, a stranger with my mother’s face.

—Call her —I said—. Rosario. I want to meet you two together.

—Are you sure?

—Call her now.

***

Rosario was in her village, visiting a sister. She was coming back that same night. We arrived at her house at eleven. She opened the door wearing tight pants and a blouse buttoned open by two buttons. She kissed me on the mouth before greeting Mom, with a direct tongue that went looking for my teeth, with a naturalness that left me defenseless.

We went into the living room. We had a couple of beers while Mom told her everything, skipping not a single detail: the camera, the kitchen, the blowjob on the sofa, how she swallowed me down to the last drop, the movie theater, how I wrecked her against the seat with her ass out. Rosario listened with her leg crossed over mine and her palm flat on my thigh, moving up a centimeter more each time, until she squeezed my cock through the fabric and smiled at feeling it hard as a board.

—Adrián, your mother is very naughty —she said at last, and got up.

Rosario’s bedroom smelled of old perfume and freshly pressed sheets. I sat on the edge of the bed and let the two of them begin. First they undressed slowly, looking at each other, laughing with that complicity people have when they’ve been doing the same thing for years. Rosario’s body was thinner than Mom’s, her tits drooped but with very long nipples, and a hairy, dark, unshaven cunt. My mother sank her teeth into her neck and sucked her nipples one by one, pulling on them until they stretched.

Then they ate each other with a lack of shame I was not prepared to see. Rosario lay on her back, Mom spread her legs and buried her face in her cunt. She licked it long and slow, from top to bottom, with her tongue flat, and every so often she slid in two fingers and took them out shining to suck them clean. Rosario gripped her head with both hands, arching her back, screaming without reserve.

—Eat me, Carmen, eat me all, slut, like that, like that.

When she turned her over, Mom got on all fours and Rosario ate her ass from behind, spitting on her hole and pushing her tongue all the way in, with two fingers in her cunt. They took turns: one tongue, then another cunt, then another mouth. I had my cock out and was stroking it slowly, not wanting to finish too soon, watching my mother come twice in a row in the neighbor’s mouth.

When they got tired of fingers, Rosario opened a drawer and took out a harness with a thick black dildo, veined and heavy. My mother strapped it around her hips and shoved it into Rosario all the way, with her breath cut short and her face as concentrated as when she used to make my dinner. She fucked her with her hips, tits bouncing, hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, while Rosario moaned on all fours, clutching the sheet with her teeth.

—Adrián, don’t just stand there watching —Rosario said without taking her eyes off Mom—. Come here.

I stood up. I climbed onto the bed from the front and Rosario lunged at my cock, giving me no time for anything else. She swallowed it whole, down to the base, while my mother kept drilling her from behind. The neighbor made a bridge between the two of us: every thrust from my mother drove her mouth down onto my cock. Saliva ran down her chin and soaked my balls.

Then I put her astride me. I took Rosario from the front while Mom kept going from behind. The woman was wide open, doubly impaled, screaming for more, tugging at the sheet with her teeth. My mother and I coordinated: when she pushed, I came out; when she came out, I pushed. Rosario came in less than two minutes, dripping, her legs trembling so hard she nearly fell off.

My mother sat on Rosario’s face and kissed me over the other woman’s body, her tongue firm and her breathing ragged. I grabbed her tits and kneaded them while Rosario licked her cunt from below. Then we switched: Mom on her back, legs open and cunt soaked and waiting, Rosario sucking her nipples, and I fucked her at last, driving in to the hilt, while Rosario stuck a finger in my ass to keep pace.

—Adrián, inside, inside, come inside your mother —Rosario gasped in my ear—. Knock her up, give her children, fill her completely.

I didn’t last much longer. When I finished inside my mother, I let out the last drop. I felt her cunt clenching around my cock as she came at the same time, and then the hot stream of my cum escaping around the edges. Rosario sat up and let my mother finish, and then lowered her head and licked her cunt clean, swallowing my seed mixed with Mom’s slick. I was left without words and almost without a pulse, sprawled on my back on the mattress, my cock still hard and leaking onto my belly, while the two of them laughed softly with their heads resting on my legs and took turns sucking what was left of me.

—Adrián —my mother said with a strange calm—, from now on you’re going to be our boy. We’re going to share you.

—We’re going to share you a lot —Rosario added, and slipped the tip of my cock back into her mouth with a smile.

***

I spent the rest of the day between the two of them. They took turns riding me three more times, one after the other, and when I was drained they kept my tongue buried in their cunts until I made them both come again. When I got home, late, with my cock raw and the smell of the two women clinging to my skin, Lucía was awake, sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of milk in her hands.

—Adrián, both of you sit down when Mom gets here —she said without looking up—. We need to talk.

My stomach dropped. We waited together. When Mom walked in, Lucía looked at us with a very serious smile.

—I’ve known about you two for months. I’ve heard you. I’ve seen you. And I don’t care. You’re adults. I just want you to stop pretending with me in this house.

Mom stood up, went over to her, and gave her a long kiss on the forehead. I stayed seated, not knowing where to put my hands. A few days later we found a bigger flat, with two bedrooms, in the neighboring district. We tightened the budget, but we couldn’t keep sharing such thin walls anymore.

***

One Sunday afternoon, Mom had gone down to Rosario’s place. Lucía and I were left alone with the console on. She was wearing a short strappy dress, no bra, barefoot on the rug. Her nipples showed under the fabric every time she moved. We played a couple of rounds. I beat her both times.

—Cheater —she said, and threw herself on me to tickle me.

Her whole body landed on mine. Her huge chest flattened against my face and her thighs squeezed my hips. She smelled of coconut shampoo and something else, something warm and domestic that shouldn’t have been affecting me the way it was affecting me. I could feel the heat of her cunt through the dress, pressed against my stomach, and I was sure she could feel my cock hardening underneath.

—Lucía, let me breathe, woman.

—That’s what you get for cheating.

She rubbed herself against me, once, slowly, as if by accident. She pinned my wrists with her hands. Her knee came up a little higher than necessary and stayed there, pressing my already hard cock against my pants.

—Lucía, this is dirty play —I murmured.

She smiled from very close, with her mouth a finger’s breadth from mine.

What happened next is another story. One I’d rather tell another day, when I’ve recovered from this one.