The Valentine’s Day Gift My Mother Shouldn’t Have Given Me

Lorena was forty-three years old and lived with the constant feeling that life passed her by without ever quite touching her. Widowed for nearly a decade, she had raised her son Bruno on her own amid bills, double shifts, and a fatigue that never went away with sleep. Raúl, her partner for the past couple of years, sought her out rarely and badly. But she was still a woman with a body and with hunger, and sometimes that hunger no longer even knew where it came from or who it was aimed at.

That February night, Bruno was locked in his room with Diego, his childhood friend. They were twenty, had a pile of half-finished movies, and too much free time. Diego was the one who suddenly went still, remote control in hand.

—Did you hear that? —he said, lowering the TV volume.

—I don’t hear anything —Bruno lied, though his ears were already burning.

On the other side of the hall, from the master bedroom, came an unmistakable sound: the rhythmic thud of two bodies, a man’s rough voice, and, above all, Lorena’s restrained moans, trying to keep quiet and failing.

—It’s your mom, bro —Diego murmured with a half-smile—. He’s giving it to her hard.

—Show some respect —Bruno replied, but he didn’t move from the bed.

Diego sat up and walked to the door as if nothing were happening.

—Look, I know you like my mom. And I’m telling you, I like yours too. Don’t act like a saint. Come on, let’s hear what they’re saying.

—You’re crazy. Leave them alone —Bruno protested, though he was already getting to his feet.

—I’ve been looking at my mom’s body for years. I even jack off thinking about her —Diego confessed without an ounce of shame—. It’s not as bad as you think. Trust me.

With more doubts than certainty, Bruno ended up following him down the dim hallway, stepping softly, holding his breath. They crouched beside his mother’s bedroom door.

—Do you like that, little bitch? —Raúl could be heard on the other side, between thrusts—. Tell me you like the way I’m fucking you.

—God, baby, what a cock you’ve got... you’re splitting my cunt in two —Lorena answered, her voice breaking—. Harder, come on, fuck me harder.

The two friends stood frozen, their ears almost pressed to the wood. They could hear the wet slapping sound of the cock going in and out, the blunt smack of Raúl’s balls against Lorena’s ass, the bed creaking under the weight of both of them.

—You’re tighter than your cousin Camila —Raúl panted, and from the tone it was clear it was a game between them, a role swap repeated many times—. Your pussy’s hotter than hers, slut.

—So you like my cousin, you bastard? —Lorena went on with the game, laughing between moans—. Fine, pretend I’m her. Fuck your niece now that your wife isn’t here. Stick it all the way in me, uncle, tear my cunt up.

—Did you hear that? They’re talking about your cousin Camila —Diego whispered, his eyes shining in the dark—. Your mom’s pretending to be her.

—Looks like it —Bruno replied, hating how much he wanted to keep listening.

On the other side, the thrusts grew faster, rougher. Raúl was heard growling something about Lorena’s tits, about how they bounced with every push, and her asking him to shove it all the way in, to fill her cunt with cum. Bruno felt his cock swelling inside his pants and didn’t dare look down.

Diego disappeared for a second into the hallway bathroom and came back holding something in his hand. It was a yellow lace thong.

—Here. It was in the bathroom hamper.

—You’re sick. Is it my mom’s? —Bruno looked at it without daring to touch it.

—Of course it’s your mom’s. Take it and jack off with it, idiot. I already did it with my mom’s. If you don’t like it, stop talking to me forever.

On the other side, Lorena’s voice rose higher, less and less restrained, more and more animal. She was shouting that she was going to cum, that he shouldn’t stop, that he should keep giving it to her like that until he broke her. Bruno felt all the blood rush to one place. He took the thong. He’d been hard for a while and there was no point denying it anymore. He brought the fabric to his nose without thinking, and the smell of his mother, sour and sweet, hit him straight in the groin.

—Close your eyes —Diego told him quietly—. Focus on what you hear. Pretend the one in there is you. Forget I’m here.

Bruno pressed his forehead against the door, pulled down the zipper, and took his cock out. He wrapped it in the yellow lace, made a loose fist with his hand, and started moving to the rhythm of the blows coming from the other side. The fabric scraped his glans, already soaked with fluid, and every moan from his mother was an electric shock running from the tip all the way to his balls. He imagined her on all fours, ass lifted, face crushed into the pillow, mouth open begging for more. He felt Raúl fucking her while he fucked himself with her cloth between his fingers, squeezing harder and harder, his hand sliding fast and wet along the whole length.

It lasted only a few minutes. When he came, he did it over the yellow lace, biting his lip to stay quiet, firing thick spurts that soaked the fabric and ran through his fingers. He stayed there for a few seconds with his eyes closed, breathing hard, feeling filthy and huge at the same time. Then he got up and rushed to the bathroom before a single drop could fall to the floor. Diego, alone in the hallway, didn’t know what to do and went back into the room.

***

The next day Diego went home, and in the afternoon Lorena and her son were alone in the house. Bruno was in his room when he heard her calling him.

—Bruno! Come to my room, please.

He found her sitting on the edge of the bed, with a shopping bag beside her.

—Sit down —she said, patting the mattress—. You’re a man now, you’re grown up, and I can’t change that. I wanted to talk to you about something.

—About what, Mom? —he asked, sitting carefully.

—At a certain age you start to... —Lorena hesitated.

—I swear there’s an explanation —Bruno cut in, pale—. I was imagining someone else, I swear.

—What are you talking about? —She looked at him, bewildered—. I was asking for your opinion. As a man, I wanted you to tell me whether Raúl will like this. It’s Valentine’s Day and I want to surprise him.

She took a thin-strapped yellow lingerie set out of the bag. Bruno swallowed hard.

—Why are you asking me, Mom?

—Who else? I don’t have any friends to call. I have you. If my son tells me I look good, I’ll wear it.

—It’s going to look incredible on you. He’s going to love it.

—Don’t you think your mother is too old for this stuff now?

—Not at all. You still have a very beautiful body —he said, and half regretted being so honest.

Lorena watched him for a long moment. Then she lowered her voice.

—And how do you know what your mother is like on the inside? You left there many years ago; I doubt you remember.

—Mom, what happened to all that respect? —Bruno laughed, uncomfortable.

—You started it. Tell me, how could you know?

—Because... the walls are thin.

The silence that followed was thick. Lorena opened her eyes, mouth slightly open, and for a few seconds she wasn’t able to say anything.

—What did you hear? —she asked at last, alarmed.

—Not much. Just the part where you asked Raúl to tear your cunt apart —he admitted, staring straight at her.

—Oh no, how embarrassing. I told him they were going to hear us —she covered her face with both hands.

—It’s not that bad, Mom. Everybody fucks. It’s natural.

Lorena slowly lowered her hands, surprised by her son’s calm.

—Look at that maturity. You really are a man now.

—The truth is you sacrificed a lot for me. You deserve for someone to give you pleasure. You can live out your sexuality in this house without hiding from me.

—Bruno... —she murmured, moved—. Those are pretty strong things to say. But I appreciate it.

She kissed him on the cheek, grateful.

—And since you’re so understanding —Lorena went on—, it’s only fair that I be understanding with you. If you need to let off steam, do it freely at home. Jack off whenever you want, you don’t have to hide.

—Are you really serious?

—Serious. In fact, today is Valentine’s Day and it isn’t fair for my baby to go without enjoying himself. —She took the phone and searched through the gallery—. Look. Do you like her?

On the screen was a photo of a woman bent over, looking for something in a cabinet, shown from behind, her face not visible. Only a pair of wide hips squeezed into tight shorts, with the crease of her ass outlined beneath the fabric.

—Damn... what an ass —Bruno blurted out.

—Say it without worry, we’re in confidence here. You know who it is? It’s your cousin Camila.

—And how did you take that picture?

—Let’s say Raúl and I have a little game. He likes it when I turn into her when we fuck. But you like it, don’t you?

—Truth is, yeah. I’d fuck her without thinking twice.

—Then, since you’re such an understanding son, I’m going to let you touch yourself while looking at her. This stays between us and goes no further.

—Really, Mom?

—Go ahead. But hurry, Raúl’s about to get here.

Bruno pulled his pants down right there, sitting on his mother’s bed, without waiting for her to leave the room. His cock sprang out hard as a stick, thick, with the vein standing out and the glans swollen and purple.

—For God’s sake, Bruno! Wait until I leave... —Lorena stared, unable to look away—. Just look at the size of that thing. Your hand doesn’t even close around it.

—I’m really worked up, Mom. I’m going to finish fast.

—No, don’t rush, you won’t enjoy it that way. Can I borrow...? I mean, take the phone, look at Camila properly.

She handed him the cell phone. Bruno spat into his palm and started moving faster, his fist sliding from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist on each stroke. His eyes were fixed on the photo, though every time he blinked the image he saw was another: it was his mother on all fours, the one from the night before behind the door, the one now sitting a meter away with her legs crossed and her tits straining against the dress.

—Looks big to you, Mom? —he asked, stroking himself openly.

—It’s huge. Bigger than Raúl’s, if I’m being honest. —She bit her lip—. Look how wet you’re getting everything. It’s dripping from the tip.

—I’m never going to have a woman as beautiful as you. Will you give me the gift of seeing you in the set you bought?

—That’s too much. It’s very wrong.

—It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m alone, I don’t have anybody. Just look at you. Once in my life.

Lorena stayed thoughtful, the bag in her hands, unable to take her eyes off her son’s cock rising and falling between his fingers, shining with spit and precum. Then she sighed.

—Just once. And this never gets spoken of again, not even as a joke.

She locked herself in the bathroom to change. When she came out, Bruno stopped breathing. The yellow set left nothing to the imagination: the bra lifted her tits until they spilled over the top, her nipples showing hard against the thin lace, and the thong was barely a triangle covering her cunt and disappearing between her cheeks in back.

—Well? Do you like it? —she asked, turning slowly.

—You look spectacular, Mom.

—This is already too serious. You’re not even looking at the phone.

—It’s just that I’m imagining you’re Camila. You have a similar body.

Lorena fell silent for a second. Then, almost in a whisper:

—I suppose you’re right, you insolent boy. Want to see me from behind?

She turned around and walked backward, swaying her hips, until she was a few centimeters from her son’s face. Bruno had his mother’s huge ass a handspan away, round and heavy, the thong sunk between her cheeks, showing the whole crease. A warm scent of aroused woman hit him all at once.

—God, Mom, your ass is huge up close —Bruno said, his voice rough, without stopping jerking himself off—. Thanks for letting me look at you.

—Hurry up, I’m running late. Are you almost done?

—I need more. If you’d let me lick you, that would help.

—Oh, this boy... —But she didn’t move away. On the contrary, she arched her back and pushed her ass out a little more.

Bruno put his hands on her ass cheeks and slowly spread them apart, sliding the wet fabric to one side. His mother’s pussy appeared there, swollen, with thick, shiny lips, a thread of slick hanging from the entrance. He brought his face close and sank his tongue in without thinking, licking her from bottom to top, from clit to asshole, sucking everything that came out of her. Lorena grabbed the wall so she wouldn’t fall.

—Oh, Bruno, you son of a bitch... —she moaned, clenching her fists—. What a tongue you’ve got. Where did you learn that?

He shoved his tongue into her pussy, pulled it out, sucked her clit until it made a sound, went back up to her ass and ran the tip there too, pressing. Her legs were trembling, her ass cheeks pressing against his face, moving on their own over him.

—You’re a pig —Lorena panted—. But I need you to finish now. Give it to me and feel me, that’s all.

He stood up behind her and pressed his cock against her ass, sliding it up and down along the crease, between her cheeks, gliding on the slick he himself had left there. The glans bumped against her asshole and slid down to her clit, pushing but not going in. Lorena closed her eyes.

—Your... that thing is too heavy. I haven’t felt something like this in years. —She bit her lip and turned around—. Sit down.

Bruno obeyed. Lorena knelt between his legs, took his cock with both hands, looked at it for a second as if measuring the task, and took it into her mouth. First just the tip, her tongue circling the glans, sucking the head like it was candy. Then she took more, swallowing half his cock, and came back up with a sucking noise that filled the room. She spit over it, held it firm with her fist, and started sucking it in earnest, moving her head up and down fast, barely gagging on each downward stroke.

—You’re so good at that, Mom —he groaned, throwing his head back.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue along its entire length, from base to glans, looking him in the eyes. She sucked his balls one by one, taking them into her mouth, then went back to the cock and swallowed it again, this time deeper, until she gagged. Her eyes filled with tears and a strand of saliva hung from her chin to her tits. She asked to take her by the hair and she herself settled his hand into her ponytail, showing him how, marking the rhythm. Bruno started moving her head, fucking her mouth, and Lorena let him, moaning with her throat full.

The phone vibrated on the bed. Lorena pulled away, saliva hanging in a thick thread from her mouth to the glans, and looked at the screen.

—It’s Raúl. He’s on his way. You need to finish now.

—I can’t, Mom. I can’t finish like this.

—I don’t want you to stay like this, it’s bad for you. —She looked him in the eye, determined—. Have you ever masturbated thinking about me?

—Once. With your yellow thong. Last night. I came all over myself listening to you fuck Raúl.

—You’re sick —she said, but she was already climbing onto the bed—. How were you imagining me?

—On all fours. With my ass up.

Lorena settled herself on the mattress, yanked off her thong and let it fall to the floor. She got on all fours, arched her back, rested her cheek against the sheet, and showed him everything: her pussy open and dripping, her asshole tight, her cheeks spread for him.

—Ride me. But fast. Take it as your Valentine’s gift. Put your cock all the way in me and do whatever you want with your mother.

Bruno climbed in behind her, grabbed his cock with one hand, and ran it along the lips of her pussy, soaking the tip. When he pushed, he went in in one stroke, all the way to the balls. Lorena let out a long cry that died against the bed, a cry of pain and pleasure at the same time.

—God, what you put in me —she panted, mouth open against the sheet—. I can feel it all the way in my stomach. You’re reaching places Raúl never touches me.

—You’re tight, Mom. You’re really tight.

Bruno started moving, first slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then burying himself completely again, watching his cock disappear inside his mother’s cunt and come back out shining, coated in white slick. Then he sped up. Lorena’s body jolted with every thrust, her tits swinging under the bra, her hips crashing against his with a fleshy smack.

—Can your mom still take it? —she answered between moans—. Enjoy me. Break me. If anyone has the right to this, it’s my son. Fuck me the way you fucked that thong.

Sweat ran down their skin. Bruno grabbed her by the hips, braced himself properly, and started pounding into her with everything he had, without pause, hearing his mother’s cunt slosh as it took each thrust. His right hand climbed her back to her hair, gathered it in a fist, and pulled her head back, arching her whole body.

—Like that, son, like that —she moaned, mouth open and eyes closed—. Give it to me hard, give it to me like a whore.

Bruno pulled out for a second, watched it gleam, and tried to slip it lower, just resting the tip against his mother’s asshole. Lorena shuddered and tensed.

—Not there, son, I’m saving that for Father’s Day —she murmured with a broken laugh—. Go back to my cunt and fuck me hard.

He obeyed and buried himself in her cunt again, this time even faster, slapping her ass with his free hand until it turned red. She writhed beneath him, biting the pillow, screaming into it. She asked him to lie back and she climbed on top of him, sat down with her back to him and started bouncing, sinking herself down onto his cock on her own, shaking her huge ass in front of her son’s face. Bruno watched his cock go in and out, shiny and thick, and dug his fingers into her cheeks.

—I’m cumming, Mom, I’m cumming —he panted.

—Are you going to let me finish inside? —she corrected him, without stopping her bounce—. Ask me properly.

—Can I finish inside, Mom? Can I fill your cunt?

—All the way in, my love. Don’t worry about anything.

—What if something happens?

—We’ll tell Raúl it’s his. Fill me up and that’s it. Leave your cum inside me like you do with your girlfriends.

Those words finally broke him. Bruno grabbed her hips, held her steady, pushed upward with his last strength, and emptied himself inside her with a muffled groan, firing stream after stream into her deepest depths. He felt his mother’s cunt squeezing his cock, milking him, sucking out the last drop. Lorena trembled on top of him, repeating his name between gasps, cumming along with him, her legs shaking all on their own.

When he pulled out, a thick strand of semen trailed from his cock and fell onto Lorena’s thigh. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, breathing in ragged bursts, the yellow lingerie ruined and twisted among the stained sheets.

—This happened only once —Lorena said, not too convincingly, fixing her hair and feeling her son’s cum still leaking between her legs.

—Only once —Bruno repeated.

Neither of them believed it. Down below, a key turned in the lock: Raúl had just arrived, right on time for a Valentine’s Day that would never know it had already been celebrated.