The Motel Where My Son and I Reunited

Dear reader, to understand what I’m about to tell you, you need to know one thing: my son and I have been sharing something for several years now that no one else knows about. It began long ago, almost without our noticing, and since then we haven’t been able to let it go. If you want to know how it all began, that’s another story. Today I want to tell you about one particular afternoon.

Mauricio is already a grown man. He’s married, he has his life sorted out, his routine, his house. And even so, every so many weeks we find a way to see each other. Not at a family meal, not at a birthday. We see each other alone, far from everyone, to give ourselves over to something his wife would never imagine and my husband would never suspect. Always in the privacy of a motel, where only our bodies exist and the hunger that builds between one encounter and the next.

That time we agreed he would pick me up at the bus stop, on the avenue that leads to the city exit. I waited only a few minutes, my heart pounding in my chest as if it were the first time. When I saw his car appear, I felt that tingle that has never left me. I got in, he smiled at me, and headed toward the outskirts, where the motels line up one after another.

Before getting there he stopped at a shop and bought some ice-cold beers and a pack of cigarettes. We were chatting about anything, about his job, about a trip he was thinking of taking, about nothing important. But beneath the conversation there was another current, one we both knew and that tightened our skin without either of us needing to say a word.

He pulled into Las Palmas motel, where we had been before. That moment of crossing the gate always makes me a little nervous. A woman indicated the room number to him from a window. Mauricio parked, went to pay, and the attendant closed the gate behind us. Only then did I get out of the car.

He came up to me and we kissed right there, by the door, slowly at first and then hungrily, seeking each other’s tongues, losing track of who we were to everyone else.

—You have no idea how much I missed you —I said against his lips.

—I missed you too, Mom. A lot.

I went up the stairs to the room walking slowly, knowing that he was watching me from below. I wanted him to watch.

***

Once inside, I went into the bathroom to change. I’d brought a more daring outfit in my bag, so I put on a black bodysuit, stockings, and high heels. I touched up my makeup in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a moment. Mauricio likes seeing me like this, provocative, dressed up just for him.

I came out and found him sitting in the small armchair next to the bed. His face lit up. I turned slowly so he could see me from every angle.

—Do you like it? —I asked.

—A lot. Can I take some pictures of you?

—Whatever you want, my love.

I posed for him for a while, enjoying his gaze, and then sat down beside him. He opened two beers and lit a cigarette. We stayed like that, drinking slowly, speaking softly, while I enjoyed the way his eyes traveled over me every time I took a sip.

He turned on the TV to a music channel. When a song I liked came on, I stood up and started dancing for him, just like always. I moved slowly, turning my back to him, looking at him over my shoulder. Little by little I lowered the bodysuit straps, unfastened it at the crotch, and let him see me all the way.

He had taken off his clothes while I danced. He was naked, watching me, touching himself slowly, already aroused. Seeing him like that turned me on even more.

When the song ended I sat down with him. He opened me another beer and I drank it with my body almost uncovered, only the bodysuit bunched at my waist. We kissed again, deeper. I told him I was craving something stronger and he called reception to order a couple of drinks. While they were being brought up, we kept kissing, unhurried, letting the tension build.

The drinks arrived through that little revolving hatch in the wall so you don’t have to see anyone. We set them on the table and sipped them little by little. By then I was already feeling dizzy and horny, my skin sensitive to any touch.

***

Right there, in the armchair, Mauricio started kissing my neck and caressing my breasts with that eager desire of his that I love so much. Feeling his hands kneading me, playing with my nipples, made me arch. Then he lowered his head and took them into his mouth, sucking slowly, one first and then the other.

—Like that, my love —I told him, burying my fingers in his hair—. Slowly.

I opened my legs and he brought his hand between them, tracing my whole body with the pads of his fingers. I felt myself melting. I stood up, kissed him, and knelt down between his legs. He was hard. I took him in my hand and, looking him in the eye, brought him to my mouth.

I did it slowly, the way he likes it. I ran my tongue all along his length and then took him in little by little, a little more each time. Mauricio watched me without missing a detail, his breathing growing more and more ragged. That gaze of his fixed on my mouth turned me on more than anything else.

When I had him thoroughly wet, I straightened up and went to the large mirror on the wall. I leaned against the ledge and he pressed himself against my back, taking my breasts, kissing my nape, my ear, making my whole body prickle. I felt his erection between my buttocks, rubbing, and seeing myself reflected like that, with his hands all over my body, drove me wild.

—Do you want me already? —I asked my reflection.

—Yes. Already.

—Come on.

***

I went to the bed and lay down with my legs open, beckoning him with a gesture. Mauricio settled between them, kissed me on the mouth and, without taking his eyes off me, slid in slowly. I let out a long moan when I felt him inside me.

—Like that, my love —I whispered—. Slowly, because I’ve been missing you.

—Me too —he answered against my neck.

He started moving with a steady rhythm, sinking in and out, stopping now and then to kiss me or return to my breasts. I stroked his back, his hair, feeling him deep inside me. After a while I stopped him, gently pushed him so he’d lie on his back, and climbed on top.

I guided him into me again and started moving myself, setting the pace, looking down at him. He held my hips, stroked me, squeezed my ass. Every so often I leaned down to bring my breasts to his mouth and he took them eagerly.

—I adore you —he told me, almost breathless—. You’re gorgeous like this.

I got down for a moment and leaned into his ear.

—I want to feel your mouth there —I told him.

He didn’t need to be told twice. I lay back, open for him, and Mauricio lowered himself between my legs. I watched him stick out his tongue and begin to run it all over me, slowly, focused. I opened myself with my fingers for him.

—Take it, my love —I asked him.

His tongue went up and down, pausing right where I needed it, circling until it made me writhe. I closed my eyes and let myself go, gripping the sheets, moving my hips against his mouth.

—Like that, don’t stop, please —I begged—. Now, now almost…

Mauricio focused completely and, in a matter of seconds, made me explode. The orgasm ran through me from head to toe while he stayed there, holding me with his mouth until I stopped trembling.

***

I stayed still for a few moments, catching my breath. He came back up and entered me again, slowly, looking into my eyes. His back was slick with sweat; I caressed it and felt it hot under my hands.

—Do you like it? —I asked him.

—A lot —he panted—. You’re delicious.

We kept at it a little longer like that, unhurried but growing more and more intense. At one point he put me face down and, before continuing, surprised me by running his tongue over me from behind. I arched with pleasure.

—What are you doing, you little rascal? —I told him, laughing softly.

He didn’t answer. He kept at it a while longer and then came back into me hard, taking me by the hips, driving into me while I clutched the sheets and moaned uncontrollably.

—I’m yours, my love —I told him—. All yours.

—Mom, I can’t hold on anymore —he panted.

—Give it to me, give it all to me.

I let myself sink completely onto the mattress and he came over me, burying himself to the hilt with one last thrust. I felt his weight, his ragged breathing against my ear, and I knew he was finishing inside me. I clenched the sheet, undone, savoring every second.

He stayed still for a moment, spent, before collapsing to one side. We lay there like that, recovering, our legs still tangled together.

***

Later, once we were calmer, he went for some cold drinks while I lit a cigarette. I let myself sink into the armchair with my legs open and noticed how he was looking at me.

—Do you like what you see? —I asked.

—Very much.

—Come on, take off my stockings.

Mauricio knelt down and, slowly, took off my heels first and then my stockings, one and then the other, kissing my ankles. He took one of my feet and brought my toes to his mouth, licking them without taking his eyes off me. Feeling his tongue there, his warm saliva, raised goosebumps on my skin again. He did the same with the other foot, unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world.

I took off the bodysuit myself and tossed it to him, laughing.

—Put my heels back on, please.

He put them on me. I was left naked except for them, and the two of us shared another while of play, of slow caresses, of that complicity only we understand. When we finally got dressed, evening had already fallen.

Mauricio took me back near home, as always, and we said goodbye with a long kiss inside the car, knowing that the moment each of us crossed our own door we would go back to being what the world thinks we are. Until the next getaway.