The Juice My Son Left Me on the Table

Eliana tied her white robe at the waist and poured grape juice into two glasses. Her niece Catalina was sitting at the kitchen table, barefoot, chewing on a sandwich with that distracted slowness only twenty-year-olds just turned twenty have.

—And you should have seen the look on her face —said Catalina between bites—. As if she’d never touched herself when she was young.

—No wonder she got so angry.

—Don’t tell me that, Aunt.

—I am telling you. It wasn’t because of what you were doing. It was because you left the door open. Instead of catching you, she could’ve caught your father or your brother.

Catalina stopped with the glass halfway to her mouth. She hadn’t thought of that.

—Can I ask you something personal?

—No. I’m very protective of my privacy.

—Then you’re not going to tell me if you’ve got someone.

—I’ve got enough on my plate with my son.

Catalina pushed her plate away. The yellow kitchen light made her aunt look like a woman much younger than she really was: black hair pulled back into a ponytail, green eyes, a waist that seemed drawn on purpose.

—No wonder. Andrés drinks too much and has put on a hell of a lot of weight.

—That’s why he drinks. The girls want nothing to do with him and he doesn’t know how to live alone.

—I understand.

Eliana sat down across from her and folded her hands on the table.

—You can stay the night. But you’ve got two options: the sofa in the living room or my bed. Andrés has been lost to alcohol for a while now; there’s no way to wake him.

—I choose the sofa.

—Why?

—Because I know myself.

—What do you mean by that?

—Nothing, Aunt. Just me being me.

Eliana looked at her for a second longer than necessary and then got up to fetch a blanket.

—If you change your mind, you won’t bother me.

—I think the sofa will do just fine.

***

The night was sticky. Catalina fell asleep quickly. She kicked the blanket onto the floor, left one leg hanging off, the top ridden up to just under her breasts. That’s how Andrés found her when he went downstairs for a bottle of water at two thirty in the morning.

He had just turned eighteen, was almost six feet tall, weighed two hundred and sixty pounds, and had a shyness that had made him invisible. It was the first time he’d had a naked pussy in front of him. He felt the heat rush up to his face and to another, far more insistent part of him.

He lifted her top with two fingers. Catalina’s breasts offered themselves shamelessly, round and firm. He brushed one nipple with his middle finger. Catalina opened her eyes. She saw him: her cousin, cock out, jerking off without making a sound, looking at her as if he’d never seen a woman before.

She closed her eyes again. Let him do it.

Andrés crouched down and pulled her little shorts aside. She wasn’t wearing panties. He slipped the tip of a finger inside her, gave her an awkward lick, then a longer one. His breathing quickened. He jerked himself faster and came too soon. Then he ran back upstairs like a thief.

Catalina was left with her body on fire and a hollow between her legs. She waited two minutes. Then she got up.

***

Eliana was sleeping on her back, uncovered, in a thin nightdress that hid nothing. Catalina stripped in the dark and climbed into her bed. Eliana woke at the weight of another body on the mattress.

—Was the sofa hard?

—Your son’s cock was hard.

—Don’t tell me he wanted to fuck you.

—He just licked my cunt, put a finger in me, jerked off and left.

Eliana turned toward her. Their faces were only a hand’s breadth apart.

—And you didn’t say anything to him?

—I’m telling you. If I said anything to him, with how timid he is he’d die of shame.

—You have to understand him. He’s very alone.

—The truth is it turned me on. Wouldn’t it turn you on if someone did something like that to you?

—I don’t talk about those things.

Catalina lay on her back. The sheet slipped. Eliana saw she was naked.

—Were you naked when Andrés touched you?

—No. I was dressed.

—Then why have you undressed now?

—It’s very hot in here.

Eliana switched on the bedside lamp. The yellow light illuminated her side.

—If dressed you did that to the poor boy, the way you are now and he’d be done for.

—I could do something to end his loneliness.

—What could you do?

—Fuck him. To boost his self-esteem.

—You’d do that for him?

—Yes. But I want something in return.

—What?

Catalina answered with a kiss. She hunted for Eliana’s tongue. Eliana had been alone for too long and the idea appealed to her more than she dared admit, but she made her beg.

—Hold still. Lips still and tongue inside. Now I understand that thing about knowing yourself.

—Is it really that expensive to let me fuck you in exchange for saving your son?

—It’s not expensive. It’s exorbitant.

—I’ve heard that for a son, a mother will do anything.

—I doubt any of them have done what you’re asking me to do.

—Will you pay or not?

Eliana stopped beating around the bush. She knelt on the bed. Catalina knelt behind her, lifted her nightdress, slipped a hand inside her panties, and started rubbing her clit while kissing her neck.

—You’re going to have a good time. You’ll see.

Then she laid her down, devoured her mouth, and sucked her breasts for a long while. When she went down to her cunt and opened it with her thumbs, she found it drenched. She ran her tongue flat over the whole slit, circled the clit with the tip and then licked it clean. Eliana moaned with a sound that didn’t feel like her own and came in her mouth in shuddering waves that left her breathless.

Catalina, still between her legs, lifted her head. A shadow in the half-open doorway caught her attention.

—Andrés is spying on us —Eliana whispered when she saw the same thing.

—Let him.

—He’s watching me come.

—And watching me fuck you. Let him give himself an unforgettable wank.

—But…

—Put your cunt in my mouth, close your eyes, and come for him. For a while he’ll forget how much he weighs.

Eliana obeyed. She closed her eyes, gave her cunt to her niece, and while Catalina cupped her breasts and ran her tongue over her, she imagined the boy standing in the hallway, jerking off in silence. The idea lit something dirty in her. She rocked her pelvis back and forth faster and faster, until she came again in Catalina’s mouth with a cry she could hardly contain.

When she caught her breath, Catalina grabbed her right leg, lifted it, settled on top of her and pressed the two sexes together. She rubbed them against each other at a brutal pace. She glanced sideways at the door just in time to see the boy withdraw his head. She came at the same moment as her aunt, and a chord of moans filled the room.

In the hallway, Andrés came a second time that night.

***

The next morning Andrés left for work early, so he wouldn’t run into anyone. That afternoon he got home before his mother. He poured orange juice into a tall glass, took a swallow, and then dropped into the rest a white powder he’d kept in a drawer for months. He had bought it at the warehouse where he worked from one of the delivery guys: an aphrodisiac banned in pharmacies, much stronger than the label admitted.

He left the glass on the kitchen table. He knew his mother couldn’t stand wasting a freshly poured drink. Then he locked himself in his room.

Eliana came home from work in her gray suit and a long-sleeved white blouse. She passed through the kitchen, saw the glass, picked it up, and drank it in one gulp. Then she went upstairs to look for her son.

—We need to talk about what you did to your cousin.

—Tomorrow —he answered from inside—. I’m not coming out today.

—You gain nothing by putting it off.

—Tomorrow is another day.

She went down to the living room, resigned. She took off her jacket, kicked off her shoes, sank into the sofa and turned on the television. Within minutes she began to feel strange. Heat climbed up her neck to her ears. Her cunt started itching.

What the hell is happening to me?

She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse. Fanned herself with both hands. Squeezed her legs together. Then she couldn’t hold out any longer and spread them apart. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and started rubbing her cunt over her blue panties.

Andrés arrived without making a sound. He appeared behind the sofa, slid his hands inside her open blouse, and grabbed her breasts. Eliana opened her eyes with a jolt.

—Do you want help coming, Mom?

—Aren’t you supposed to be staying in your room?

—It’s obvious I’m not.

—Take your hands off my tits.

—With how turned on you are, I don’t think you want me to.

In a second Eliana understood what had happened.

—What did you put in the juice?

—Something that’ll make you forget again that I’m your son.

—Again?

He went around the sofa, knelt in front of her, and rested his head between her breasts.

—Last night you knew I was spying on you with Catalina. And you forgot perfectly well who I am.

She feigned surprise, but her voice failed her.

—You were spying on us?

—Don’t act surprised. You saw me and so did she.

Andrés pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from her neck and the top of her chest. When he brushed her skin, a moan escaped her without permission. Eliana shuddered all over.

—Don’t touch my tits, son. Don’t touch my tits.

—I’m not just going to touch them. I’m going to eat them. And then I’m going to fuck you. If I don’t get all of that out of you, you could drop dead.

—What did you give me? —she insisted, with a thread of panic.

—A very powerful aphrodisiac. The guy who sold it to me said that if you don’t unload, something serious could happen to you.

—And you gave it to me anyway?

—That’s what I’m here for. So nothing happens to you.

He finished opening her blouse, pushed her blue bra up, and blew on her nipples. Eliana trembled, unable to help it. He leaned in and sucked one breast, then the other. Each lick drew out a moan longer than the last.

—I’m going to come, I’m going to come…

He pulled off her pants and panties. He brought her legs together, lifted them, and licked her cunt until she shook against his mouth, her face drenched.

—Better?

—Worse.

He took off his robe and brought his cock to her lips.

—Suck me off.

—That’s going to turn me on even more.

—Open your mouth.

He kissed her with tongue. Eliana kissed him back without thinking and opened. She sucked him with an eagerness that surprised even her. Then he turned her onto the rug, brought her legs together, and shoved it in from behind. He fucked her without pause. She, dripping sweat, dug her nails into the rug until she tore up fluff, and came convulsing.

Andrés still wasn’t finished. He spread her ass cheeks and pushed into her cunt from behind. Eliana felt pain and pleasure in a single rush. She held her waist and helped him in by pushing back, until he came inside her.

—Nooooo!

—Yeeeees!

His cock was still hard. He had taken something too, just in case. With her anus lubricated, the next thrust was pure pleasure. When Eliana came again, she did it screaming like she had never allowed herself to before.

After that they rolled around on the rug. He tried to mount a sixty-nine. She had other plans.

—Now it’s my turn.

She left him on his back, grabbed his testicles, and brought his pelvis to her face. She licked his asshole while jerking him off. Then she climbed on top and rode him as if she’d been training for it all her adult life. She made him come three times. The last time she collapsed on top of him, weak as a rag.

—Did you unload everything? —he asked.

Eliana, ashamed and satisfied in the same breath, answered:

—I hope you unloaded all the poison you had in you.

***

A week later, Andrés and Catalina crossed paths at the wedding of a mutual friend. She arrived in a white corset with a zipper in back and high-waisted black pants. He, in a gray pinstripe suit unbuttoned for obvious reasons. They sat together. The music made them lean close to talk.

—You’re the first woman in a long time I’ve talked to, if you don’t count my mother —he said.

—If you were fat you’d understand.

—If I were fat I’d fuck everything I could. I wouldn’t waste time.

He laughed despite himself. Under the tablecloth, he brushed her leg. Catalina didn’t pull her hand away. He went a little higher, until he touched her pubis over her pants. She kept eating prawns as if nothing were happening.

—Are you going to fuck my mother again? —he asked between bites.

—If she’s within reach. And would you do to me again what you did to me that night?

He feigned surprise.

—You were awake?

—Yes.

—If I’d known, I wouldn’t have limited myself to licking you. I would’ve finished the job.

—Let’s eat. After that, if it happens, it happens.

Between the main course and dessert, Catalina stood up.

—I’m horny. I’m going to the bathroom.

—Do you want me to pull your panties down?

—If you eat my cunt afterward, yes.

Andrés followed her. He went into the women’s bathroom with her. Luckily it was empty. He shoved her against the tiles, lifted her corset, pulled down her pants, and knelt. He ate her cunt with a hunger that didn’t seem like his own. Catalina bit her hand to keep from screaming. She came against his mouth in less than a minute.

When Andrés was about to unbutton his pants, she stopped him.

—Not here. I want to enjoy you as many times as possible.

***

In a motel room, Catalina took off the corset slowly. Andrés undressed without hiding his erection. She asked him to lie down and placed her hands behind his head.

—You’re going to look like a pimp.

—That’s what I want you to look like, while I’m your whore.

She licked the head of his cock, then took the whole thing in. She sucked his balls. Went back up. Sucked the tip with her eyes fixed on his.

—Your whore is going to milk you like a bull.

—Milk me, whore.

She made him come in under five minutes. Then she sat on him and rubbed his still-flaccid cock against her cunt until it came back to life. She asked him to lick her nipples. She offered him her ass and slowly sat down on him. Andrés felt the heat squeeze him whole.

—It’s the thickest thing that’s ever gone in there —she said, her voice broken.

She fingered her clit while riding him. She came, soaking his balls.

Then he took control. He flipped her onto her back, drove his cock into her, didn’t let her breathe. Catalina came three times in a row, one after the other, and on the fourth she lost consciousness. When she came to, Andrés was dressed, sitting in the armchair in the room, smoking.

—What happened to me?

—What happened is that you’d never been with a real man before.

Catalina smiled from the bed, her cunt still throbbing. Andrés smiled back. For the first time in years, he didn’t feel invisible.

Today he’s thin. And married. Guess to whom.