The Valentine’s Day That Brought the Family Too Close Together

Adrián came into the apartment with his face soaked in tears. Helena, who was making herself a coffee in the kitchen, felt her heart lurch when she heard her son sobbing. She turned off the hob and ran to the hall, where she found him head down, shattered, a paper bag slipping from his hand to the floor.

—Sweetheart. —She hugged him, pressing him to her chest while she rubbed his back—. What happened?

She couldn’t see any injury. Adrián, despite having just turned nineteen, was a fragile-looking boy who barely reached five foot three. He looked even younger, with that almost sweet beauty, the smooth face, the blond curls, and a personality so soft he cried at any movie. Helena, who towered over him by a head, had to bend down to hold him. She had never seen him so devastated.

—Come on, let’s go to the living room and you can tell me —she said, combing her fingers through his curls—. Your sister is in her room with the music blasting. Talk to Mom, okay?

Adrián had almost no secrets from her. They had a very close relationship, to the point that Daniela, three years older and much more independent, made fun of them. “Stop treating him like a stuffed toy,” she would say. “He’ll never grow into a man like that.”

Helena sat him on the sofa and snuggled up to him, thigh to thigh, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Suddenly she understood it all. It was Valentine’s Day. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

—Claudia dumped me. —Adrián’s fingers slid through his mother’s straight black hair, drawn to its shine—. Today of all days. She said she was tired of me being like this. Weak.

Helena ground her teeth. That spoiled brat had never liked him.

—She said that to you? And on a day like today, too. —She brushed his cheek with her lips, catching the tears—. You’re sensitive, smart, with more to talk about than any local thug. That girl is way too basic for you. She doesn’t deserve you.

—Then why does it hurt so much? —Adrián had cried so much he was breathing through his mouth.

—Because you’ve got too much heart. But Mom is here to fix it as many times as it takes.

Leaning back against the sofa, they ended up sitting sideways, legs entwined, their bodies so close that warmth began to wrap around them. Helena could feel her son’s breath on her neck when he hugged her tighter, pressing her breasts in the process.

—I wish I knew a girl as sweet as you, Mom. —Adrián gave her a quick kiss on the neck.

Those words made Helena’s chest throb. And not just her chest. Her nipples were so hard they ached against the damp fabric of her dress.

—What do you need a girl like me for, if you already have me? —She kissed the top of his head, her lips parted over the curls—. Or am I not enough for you?

—Of course you are! You’re wonderful, Mommy.

Melting, mistaking the warmth she felt beneath her skin for maternal love, she caught one of those golden curls between her lips and twined it around her tongue, tasting it. She didn’t know why she did it. She simply let herself be carried away.

—I can kiss girls and all that with another girl —he murmured, shyly—. It’s not the same.

—I bet that idiot Claudia didn’t know how to do this.

Helena tilted her face and caught the lobe of his ear between her lips. She suckled it, ran it over her tongue, bathed it in saliva as if it were candy. Adrián moaned, but he didn’t pull away: he slid one leg between hers, pressing his thigh right against her crotch. That brush sent a jolt through Helena’s whole body.

Have you gone insane?, she told herself. But she justified it: she was doing it for him, so he’d stop thinking about the pain that brat had caused him. And it was working: Adrián reacted with little laughs and soft moans, rubbing his thigh harder and harder against his mother’s sex.

—Mommy, you’re drooling.

It was true. She had strings of saliva hanging from her chin. Adrián lifted a hand, gathered them with his fingers and, shyly, ran them over his tongue.

—So good. Now I know what your kisses taste like.

Helena was gasping. She knew this was completely out of place, but she had wiped the tears from her son’s face, and that, she told herself, made her the best mother in the world.

—Mom —said a voice from the doorway—, leave some for me, won’t you?

***

Helena jumped and straightened on the sofa, uncrossing her legs. Then she noticed the bulge straining her son’s pants.

Daniela was watching them from the doorway, one hand on her hip, smiling sardonically. She had just woken from a nap: her blond wavy hair tousled, the wrinkled tank top stretched over generous breasts that were the twenty-two-year-old version of her mother’s. Aside from the personality and the snake tattoos covering her right arm, she was a carbon copy of Helena.

—You were barely a ball of fluff away from rolling into one —she said, picking up the bag Adrián had dropped from the floor—. What did I miss?

—It was a gift for Claudia —he muttered—. She dumped me. Today of all days.

—On Valentine’s Day? What a piece of work. That little bitch doesn’t deserve you, shorty. —Daniela came over and dropped her ass on the other side of her brother, hugging him around the waist—. At least you’ve got the coolest sister in the world.

Her forearm lowered and brushed something very solid. After a second of surprise, she smiled and pressed a little more. Adrián gasped. Helena felt a stab of most inappropriate jealousy.

The truth was that, in recent months, Daniela had gone from finding disgusting the way her mother spoiled her brother to discovering something filthy in it. The delicate boy wrapped in the attentions of his voluptuous mother had sparked some decidedly unhealthy fantasies in her. That very afternoon she had come twice imagining exactly this, and now reality was serving fantasy up on a platter.

—You’re soaking wet! —She had just noticed her brother’s ear was drenched, and it didn’t take her long to deduce why—. Well then, today you’re getting double the comfort.

She stuck out a very wet tongue and ran it over Adrián’s ear, rubbing herself against him. The boy moaned and dug his fingers into his mother’s hip.

—Daniela… —Helena protested—. I don’t think this is appropriate.

—A broken heart doesn’t get fixed just like that, Mom. He needs the two of us.

Helena frowned. Jealousy bit hard. I should stop this right now. Instead, she kissed her son’s cheekbone with her lips wide open. Adrián subtly moved his hips in time with his sister’s not-so-subtle grinding. Suddenly he closed his eyes, tensed up, held his breath and, a moment later, relaxed with a long sigh.

Daniela lifted his thigh to look at the large wet patch spreading across her brother’s pants and licked her lips.

—My little guy, already overflowing.

—I… I don’t know what… —Adrián blushed with embarrassment.

—Shhh. Today is your day. You don’t need anyone else’s love. Just Mom’s and mine. —She looked at Helena—. Right?

This was wrong. Horribly wrong. But her son looked so happy, in contrast to the crying from ten minutes ago, that denying him seemed like the real crime. And above all, in the battle for his attention, Helena was not about to lose. Not even to her daughter.

—What do you feel for Mom, shorty? —Daniela massaged his chest.

—I love her. —Adrián opened his eyes to look at his mother, whose hair wrapped around him like a curtain of silk—. I love you, Mommy.

Helena couldn’t take it anymore. She lowered her mouth and her red lips caught her son’s upper lip and tasted it with a hunger that was downright chilling. Saliva dripped nonstop. Daniela felt her brother’s cock come back to life beneath her thigh.

It was suddenly as if Helena woke up and raised her face, saliva stretching in bridges between her mouth and Adrián’s.

—This is wrong… —She wiped her chin.

—But look at the little guy. —Daniela scooped up the saliva hanging from her brother’s chin with her tongue and licked across his cheek in one broad stroke—. He couldn’t be happier.

—Don’t go, Mommy —Adrián begged.

That finally broke any remaining restraint.

***

—I could never leave your side.

Helena lunged at her son’s face, her kisses getting more and more open-mouthed, her tongue tasting his skin. Meanwhile, Daniela pulled down her shorts and started rubbing her clit, hypnotized by the spectacle.

—Mommy, could you take my pants off? It hurts.

—Of course, my love. —With trembling fingers, Helena unfastened his pants and pulled at the waistband of his soaked boxer briefs. The boy’s cock emerged taut and wet, and the head bumped her chin. She stared at it with genuine delight—. Thank goodness Mommy’s here to clean you up.

She buried her nose in her son’s smooth scrotum, inhaled deeply and stuck out her tongue to wrap his balls in a devotion only a mother could offer. Adrián threw his head back against the cushion, his fingers lost in Helena’s mane. Daniela knelt in front of her brother’s knee to look closely, and between the two of them they finished stripping him naked from the waist down.

Helena lowered herself to the floor, spread his thighs as wide as they would go, and ran her broad, wet tongue from his testicles up to the head. Then she took him into her mouth centimeter by centimeter, until her nose sank into the boy’s pubic hair. Adrián let out a spent moan and began whispering “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy” like a prayer.

Daniela, hornier than ever, took off her T-shirt, settled behind her mother and grabbed a good handful of hair as if she were about to make a ponytail.

—You’re so filthy, Mom. How long have you been wanting this? —She started setting the rhythm of the blowjob, shoving Helena’s head down with growing savagery—. Come on, shorty, fuck Mommy’s throat.

Adrián, obedient, drove his hips upward, coordinating himself with his sister. Each descent buried his cock in Helena’s throat, and she went redder and redder, her breathing choked. Soon the boy started to tense and shout. Daniela yanked her mother’s hair to free the cock and jerked him off with determination. Helena, completely gone, clung to her thighs and pressed her tongue to the head, and it took only a few expert twists of the wrist for streams of semen to burst out and coat her tongue and chin, spattering the bodice of her dress.

—Good job, shorty —Daniela said, planting a sucking kiss on the head.

***

Then she lunged at her mother and threw her onto the rug, straddling her and rubbing her sex against her belly.

—You’ve spent your whole life wanting to eat your boy up —she panted—, but I’ve spent years wanting to turn you into my little bitch, Mom.

Helena let herself be handled, all will burned away. Her daughter’s groping at her breasts carried her to a sudden orgasm. Daniela felt it, sat up to place her sex over her mother’s mouth, and, holding her by the hair, ground against her in circles until she came hard. On the sofa, Adrián watched everything, fascinated, his cock hard again.

—Now you’ve tasted both your children’s climaxes —Daniela whispered to her mother, running her tongue over her face—. Now we really are a united family.

She stood up and went over to her brother, swaying her hips.

—My little brother is begging for his first time. —She grabbed the boy’s cock and put one knee beside his thigh, ready to impale herself, when a hand shoved her aside so hard she fell to the floor.

Helena was standing there, imposing, and she had eyes only for her son.

—No! —She pulled the dress over her head, baring her ivory skin and her full breasts. She pulled down her soaked panties and sat astride Adrián, leaving the boy’s cock between her buttocks—. You want Mommy to be your first woman, don’t you? Say it.

—Yes, yes, please —he stammered, busy licking her breasts—. I want it to be you, Mommy.

Helena moaned as if those words were making her come. She lifted her hips, placed her son’s head at the entrance to her sex and let herself sink down slowly, carving into memory the moment she had wanted for longer than she would ever admit.

—This is your place, darling. —She caught Adrián’s face in her hands while her hips began a thrusting motion that grew more and more forceful, her buttocks slapping against his thighs like wet applause—. That’s why I gave birth to you. To have you inside me.

Daniela had rarely seen such a filthy fuck: her mother’s ass bouncing on her brother’s body, the cock appearing and disappearing. She leaned over Helena’s back, put her fingers in her mouth and, with the other hand, found her anus and massaged it. Helena went rigid, bit her daughter’s fingers and trembled as she came again.

—You’re a total little bitch, Mom —Daniela whispered, slowly sliding one finger into her anus—. Look at you riding your son.

—Cum, my love —Helena panted, moving up and down—. Fill me with your milk.

Adrián did as told. Moaning against his mother’s open mouth, he dug his nails into her ass, lifted his hips and came with his cock completely buried in her, there where his life had begun.

***

But for Daniela it wasn’t over yet. Mother and son lay collapsed, wrapped in each other’s arms, while she watched them, wanting more.

—Come on, Mom. There’s still a little more playing to do.

She made Helena get on all fours on the rug: breasts flattened against the floor, back arched, knees apart and ass thrust out, still leaking the mixture of semen and fluids. Daniela licked her lips like a wolf.

—Mommy, you’re the most appetizing cake I’ve ever seen in my life.

That reminded her of something. She picked up the paper bag: inside was the Valentine’s gift for Claudia. She tore off the wrapping and found a small chocolate-and-raspberry cake, extraordinarily tender. She dug in a finger and tasted it.

—Mmm. Almost as delicious as Mom.

She knelt behind her mother’s exposed ass and smeared a good handful of cake between her buttocks; then she cleaned it all away with broad sweeps of her tongue. She repeated the process, this time pushing the raspberry and cream remnants inside, using the sweet as lubricant, stretching that hole with one, two, three fingers. Helena moaned, softly at first, then loudly, her tongue hanging out and leaving a puddle on the rug.

Daniela pulled out her hand covered in icing, went over to her brother and sat astride him.

—Time to wake up, little brother. —She shoved the sticky hand into his mouth and stirred it around; Adrián, understanding the game, licked her fingers. Daniela slapped his cheek, and by the third one the boy’s gaze turned glassy. She smiled as she felt his cock rising against her ass—. Look what’s waiting for you.

She pointed to her mother, her ass thrust out and leaking mashed-up cake, the red scratches standing out against the pale, damp skin. Daniela spread Helena’s buttocks apart, offering a view of the anus filled with sweet cream.

—Happy Valentine’s Day, shorty —she said, letting a strand of saliva fall onto the remains of the cake.

Adrián took hold of his cock and slowly worked his way into his mother’s anus. Helena let out a deep moan. And then the boy abandoned his passive role completely: he grabbed the waistband still hanging from his mother’s hips as if they were reins and hammered into her with everything he had.

—Harder, baby! —Helena screamed, clawing at the rug like a cat—. Harder!

Each impact dragged her cheek across the carpet. Daniela, hypnotized, rubbed her sex furiously until she came up close with her mouth wide open.

—I want some too, shorty!

Adrián grabbed her hair with a roughness that would have been unthinkable moments before, pulled his cock out of his mother’s ass and shoved it into his sister’s mouth in one thrust. Daniela could hardly breathe. He alternated: one plunge into Daniela’s throat, another into Helena’s anus, one hand on each of their heads, unrestrained.

Helena came twice in a row, her eyes rolling back. Adrián roared, dug his nails into his mother’s buttocks and, halfway through his climax, pulled out and finished cumming in his sister’s throat, where she clung to his thigh and came at the same time.

The boy collapsed, exhausted. Helena, with her last strength, crawled over to him to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

—I love you, my darling —she whispered between gasps.

Daniela lay down on the other side and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek.

—Wasn’t that the best Valentine’s Day of your life, shorty?

Adrián let out a tired laugh, unable to say anything. But he certainly couldn’t have been happier that morning had broken his heart. Nothing like family love.