The Night My Mother-in-Law Was Waiting for Us With the TV On

It had been a few weeks since that accidental encounter with Camila’s mother, and that night I was staying over at her apartment. We were coming back from dancing with a group of friends and, inside the taxi, our hands were beyond obeying us. Her mother was at home, but the brothers had gone to spend the weekend with their father and we had a backlog of hunger.

Camila was hot, not detonated, just enough to lose a little of her shame. I had only had a couple of drinks; I wanted to be lucid for everything I was planning to do to her.

—I’m going to leave your balls dry —she whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe.

—And I’m going to give you the ass-fucking you’ve been denying me for months.

—No, no, no. Take me to the little doorway, leave my ass full, but not inside. That’s for a real whore and I’m not thattt much of a whore.

The taxi driver was watching us in the rearview mirror with a complicit smile. To give him a bit of a show, I lifted Camila’s skirt and left her stockings and white thong exposed. The man swallowed and sped through the last stretch like he was late for his own.

***

I paid, we got out, and we didn’t even wait for the elevator. I dragged her into the building’s meter room. It smelled of dust and damp, and a yellow light flickered above us. I pressed her back against the wall and let her kneel to suck me with a mix of hunger and urgency.

Then I lifted her in my arms, shoved the fabric aside, and shoved into her to the hilt in one thrust. Camila closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out hoarse moans that bounced off the walls of that little room.

I wanted to have her like that, boiling, to the point where she would accept giving me what for a year she had defended like some family trophy.

I pulled out grudgingly, tucked my dick away as best I could inside my pants, and dragged her to the elevator. I hit nine. As soon as the doors closed, I lifted her skirt again and fucked her from behind, while she looked at me in the mirror at the back of the cab.

—Tonight you’re driving me crazy —she panted—. Between the booze and the joint I smoked with Romina, and you fucking me like this, I’m not responsible for myself.

—I’m going to fuck you all over. All over.

—I’m not giving you my ass.

—Are you going to force me to go look for ass somewhere else?

—If you’re unsatisfied, let me know.

—That ass is going to be mine, Camila. Sooner or later.

I stopped the elevator between two floors and buried myself in her slowly, holding her by the hips. I wanted her to reach the landing trembling.

***

We got to the ninth floor and she opened the apartment door trying to hold back her laughter. I was still glued to her back, my hand under her skirt, my fingers where they should never have been when crossing a family threshold. We crossed the hall and, when we entered the living room, I nearly dropped dead on the spot.

Liliana, her mother, was sitting on the main sofa. She had her nightgown open, her legs apart, and her hand buried between her thighs. The television lit up the room and, on the screen, there we were, her and me. That video from that time. You could see our faces in a level of detail I didn’t even remember allowing. Her voice, right against the phone’s microphone, kept repeating: “ayyyy yes, son-in-law, give this old lady that ass, because the girl won’t give it to you.”

My dick died at that exact moment.

Camila’s scream was not a scream, it was a burst.

—Mom! How can you be such a traitor? And you, you son of a bitch, with my mother, you cheated on me with my mother!

I dodged a slap by millimeters. Camila dropped to her knees, covering her face, sobbing with that dry fury I had never heard in her before. Liliana got up from the sofa, adjusted her nightgown with irritating calm, and signaled me with her eyes to stay by the doorway. I closed the door with all the care in the world, as if a noise might make things worse.

Mother and daughter disappeared into the kitchen. I stayed rooted in the foyer, staring at a generic picture of a seaside sunset that suddenly seemed like the stupidest thing in the world.

From where I stood I could hear reproaches, crying, Liliana’s low, calm voice. “I’ll make you some tea and we’ll talk better,” she said. “Bitch, I’ll never forgive you,” Camila answered.

Some tea, I thought. This woman is unbelievable.

Fifteen, twenty, I don’t know how many minutes passed. Liliana crossed the hall toward her room and, as she passed by me, her nightgown opened for a second to show me her tits and she blew me a kiss. She went back to the kitchen with something in her hand that I couldn’t make out.

***

When Liliana invited me in, there were two empty cups on the table. Camila wasn’t angry anymore. Her eyes were still swollen, but her gaze drifted as if she were looking at something three meters away. Her mother, on the other hand, smiled with artificial cheer, too wide open for a dawn like that.

I was about to open my mouth, to explain something, anything, but Liliana motioned for me not to speak. She came closer, put her hand on my chest, and whispered in my ear:

—Tonight the three of us are going to enjoy ourselves. To the max.

I warned her that Camila had smoked a joint with a friend before the bar.

—Oh boy, this is going to get out of hand —Liliana said without losing her smile.

And she knelt in front of me in the middle of the living room to start sucking me. Camila watched us from the chair, not saying a word, as if she were studying a scene that had nothing to do with her. Two seconds later, she came over, crouched beside her mother, and without asking permission, pulled her tits out of the nightgown. She kneaded them. She sucked them.

—Oh yes, mommy, go on, give me the little titty. Suck, suck, baby —Liliana murmured.

—Who’s going to give me the ass today? —I asked, and noticed my voice was rough.

—Me, son-in-law. Me.

—I want someone to fuck my ass too —Camila said, almost in a pout.

—There’s cock for both of you. Keep going, keep going.

Camila joined in on the oral. They took turns: one took my head into her mouth, the other my balls. Their tongues crossed halfway, and at some point they kissed around my dick as if they were sharing an ice cream.

***

I took them to Liliana’s room. There was a warm smell of old perfume and ironed sheets. Camila undressed but kept her white stockings on, the ones that had been melting me from day one. Liliana took off her nightgown without ceremony. I laid them both down on the bed.

Each of them took a breast. Liliana was stroking my cock while I fingered her daughter. I stuck a finger up the mother’s ass while Camila stuck two fingers in her cunt. It was an improvised monument to three-way anatomy.

—I’m going to fuck your mother and you’re going to watch —I told Camila.

—Me first.

—I already fucked you in the little room and in the elevator. Gluttony is a sin, we have to share.

—Fuck me from the side —Liliana asked—, the way the girl likes it.

I lay her on her side. Camila hugged her from the front, held her leg up so the penetration would be deeper, and meanwhile touched her clit with two fingers. I went in millimeter by millimeter, playing with the head at the entrance, listening to her pant.

—Oh, daughter, I don’t know how you stand this. It’s killing me with desire.

—But what comes after is worth it, mommy.

I buried myself in her to the hilt and Liliana shrieked as if she were being thawed out. Her thigh started shaking, then her hip, then her whole body. She came in two long spasms, biting my forearm.

***

—Now you, mother-in-law. On all fours.

Liliana obeyed with a smile that seemed to thank me for a favor. I shoved my dick all the way into her cunt and started a slow rhythm, very slow, while Camila, sprawled at the side, bit my neck and talked into my ear.

—You’re only missing fucking my sister. But you’ll have to wait three weeks for her to turn eighteen. Doesn’t that turn you on? Remember, she wants you to fuck her like you fucked Mom and me.

The kink exploded inside me. I had just opened up my girlfriend’s ass, I was inside her mother, and my own girlfriend was offering me her sister on a platter.

—Where do you want the cream? —I asked Camila, without pulling out of Liliana.

—In my ass. Let it drip down my cheeks.

—Wait, wait —Liliana cut in—, first give me a front-to-back one.

Five thrusts in the ass, five in the cunt. Five and five. Five and five.

—I want that too! —Camila shrieked—. I want cunt-and-ass too!

—You’re not used to it —the mother warned.

—Take advantage of today, I’m really slutty.

I pulled out of Liliana, turned my back to her, and went back to Camila. I gave her a furious front-to-back, alternating holes with the discipline of someone counting reps in a gym. Camila was screaming: “I’m so fucking slutty, I’m so fucking slutty!”

—It hurts but I like it —she panted—. Why didn’t I let you fuck my ass before, my love?

—Because your frigid grandmother got it into your head that that was for whores —Liliana answered, laughing from the side.

I kept pumping. Camila finally let out a strong gush of fluid that stained the sheets as if she had pissed herself. I pulled out of her ass just in time and let my cum burst like a volcano, spilling down the groove between her cheeks. Liliana came closer to rub the cum over her skin, sticking her fingers in her cunt and her ass at the same time, still breakfasting on what we’d done.

—Can you feel mommy’s little fingers with your boyfriend’s cum? —she whispered—. You’re going to see how nice it is to have your ass filled with cum, baby girl. You’ll see.

***

The two of them went to shower together. I crossed to Camila’s room, let myself fall onto the sheets, and fell asleep before I could think anything coherent.

It had been an amazing night. I had had a threesome with my girlfriend and her mother, I had finally taken the ass she had denied me for a year, and on top of that I had an open invitation with the younger sister as soon as she turned eighteen. I fell asleep calculating the days left, and in my dreams I could already hear Liliana opening the nightstand drawer again.