What Happened in the Car with My Mother

That morning I got up with one fixed idea in my head. I went straight to the kitchen, where my mother was washing up, leaning against the counter, and I walked up slowly behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, pressed my body against hers, and let my hands slide up to her breasts.

She jerked free at once.

—Sit down and wait for the toast —she said in a cold tone I didn’t know from her.

I froze. Had I done anything different from the other days? I obeyed, not understanding a thing, and sank into the chair.

I couldn’t help looking at her ass. She was wearing the same tight leggings she’d played with me in days earlier, but now not a gesture, not a smile. That dry reception left me not knowing whether to hug her again or go fuck off to my room with the day ruined.

The door opened and my father came in, followed by Nadia. They sat down and started talking all at once, but my mother and my sister acted as if what had happened the day before had never happened. They barely looked at me. They chatted among themselves as if I weren’t there.

When I left for the workshop, I expected my mother to give me one of her signals from the last few weeks: a pinch, a kiss on the cheek, anything to say we were still at it. Instead, she said goodbye from the kitchen without moving.

With Nadia, the same thing. We had gone from walking arm in arm, sharing confidences, to a cutting “bye, loser” in the doorway, before she left on Quique’s arm, him waiting for her on the corner.

What a shitty day.

***

I spent the whole day turning it over in my head. The day before I had almost gotten somewhere serious with both of them, and now they were giving me the cold shoulder like I was a stranger. I started getting worked up and convincing myself it was all my fault, for forcing it, for not knowing when to stop.

Dani, you never learn.

At night, at home, the same scene: them laughing, talking, ignoring me completely. I watched them waiting for the smallest sign, something that said “I’m doing it to keep up appearances,” but nothing came. I felt like my world was falling apart.

Three days passed and things were still at a standstill. The caresses and pinches we’d been giving each other lately had vanished. Wasn’t I the affectionate son she liked so much anymore?

I got stuck in a pretty ugly loop. From the workshop to my room, from my room to the workshop, that was it. Neither of them showed any interest and I didn’t dare ask for it. I shut myself away and only came out to eat or to go into the bathroom. I’d even stopped paying attention to the noises in the house. Nothing motivated me in the slightest.

And the worst thing was that nobody in that house seemed to notice. I had gone back to being the same ghost as before.

The anxiety kept building until one morning I got up vomiting. I said I wasn’t going to the workshop and my mother looked at me with something like concern.

—What’s wrong with you, Dani? You’ve been really weird lately.

Would you believe it. She was the one ignoring me and, on top of that, I was the weird one. I asked her to leave me alone and curled up under the sheets.

***

Two hours later I heard the door. I opened my eyes halfway and saw her hesitating in the doorway, nervous, unable to decide whether to come in. In the end I turned over completely and asked her what she wanted.

—I’m going out to do some shopping —she said softly—. Are you coming with me?

The offer surprised me, but for some reason I accepted. I thought a walk would do me good and, above all, that maybe she’d finally talk to me. I got dressed, went to the living room, and waited for her to come out of her room.

When she appeared, she took my breath away. She’d dressed like she was going into battle: a very short dress, tight over the hips, and a neckline that showed all her cleavage and half the curve of her breasts.

—Let’s go —she said with a smile she hadn’t given me in days.

We got into the car and she took a route I didn’t recognize. It definitely wasn’t toward the usual shops. I was almost about to ask where we were going, but when I saw her smile and that neckline, I sank into the seat and spent my time watching her out of the corner of my eye.

After a while she turned on the radio and started singing and moving in her seat, bouncing in little jumps to the rhythm of the music. Well, we’re in party mode. I watched her while her breasts bounced under the fabric of the dress.

—Get comfortable and sing, baby —she said, the first kind words since we’d left.

I looked at her irritably. I’d just vomited and she was asking me to sing. I was in no mood for dancing.

She turned around smiling, winked at me, and pulled the dress up.

I broke out in a sweat. The fabric rode up her thighs and her bare legs appeared, and between them, the black triangle of her underwear. Don’t look, Dani. For the love of God, don’t look.

I turned my head toward the window. She put her hand on my leg and gave me a pinch.

—Come on, sing with me.

I turned back, nervous, and found once again her thighs spread and the fabric barely covering her pussy. She was driving happily, stepping on the gas and then the brake, and every time she did her legs opened wider; the dress bunched up over her hips and everything became more and more exposed.

I glanced sideways and saw how the fabric had slipped between her folds. Without being able to stop myself, I got hard as a rock. Stop it. But then I noticed she was looking at the bulge in my pants and smiling with satisfaction.

She put her hand on my leg again and slowly slid it upward, thigh by thigh. I watched her; she smiled and got closer to the danger zone.

—Are you feeling better, sweetheart? —she asked.

And what the fuck am I supposed to answer to that?

I wanted to touch her, caress her, but her attitude over the last few days held me back. I didn’t want to ruin it again just when it seemed like we were getting back the ground we’d lost. So I just watched like an idiot, unable to decide.

Then her fingers brushed the bulge and, just like that, she grabbed me right over the fabric. She squeezed it and shook it slowly.

—Better now? —she said, laughing.

I snorted. I looked at her hand, I looked between her legs. She had them wide open and the underwear was barely covering anything anymore.

Come on, Dani. Don’t hold back.

I gathered my courage and put a hand on her thigh. She didn’t push me away, so I started stroking her and worked my way up the inner side until I brushed the fabric.

—Ah! —she laughed nervously—. Don’t tickle me.

I went down to her knee and came back up, this time looking her in the eyes. She turned, bit her lip, and held my gaze until my fingers reached her pussy.

—Mmm —she moaned as she felt me squeeze her.

She sat up a little and slid around in the seat, pushing her hips forward. She’s lining herself up.

She drove more and more slowly, looking down nonstop. My fingers moved over the fabric, tracing the outline, the slit, and above all the wetness: she was soaked.

—Mmm —she sighed, pressing her lips together.

I pulled the edge of the fabric aside and ran my fingertip straight over her pussy, feeling the heat of her skin. When I pressed a little to sink my finger in, she let out a longer moan and closed her eyes for a moment, never stopping driving.

—Mmm... —she murmured, squeezing her legs around my hand.

I didn’t stop. I kept stroking her, pushing my finger in as far as the position would allow. She breathed harder and harder, letting out loud sighs.

***

Suddenly she shoved her hips forward, spread her legs all the way, and braked hard, pulling over onto the shoulder. With the car stopped, her hand started moving up and down over my erection, faster now, while she bounced little jolts in the seat.

She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t look at me and breathed in gasps.

—Deeper —she asked suddenly—. Deeper.

It was the first time she’d said it that plainly. Until then everything had happened almost by accident, with neither of us admitting anything.

—Do it with your fingers, baby —she begged between gasps.

She was almost lying back, her hips off the seat and her legs fully open. I shoved my fingers in as far as they would go and pulled them out soaked.

—Yes... like that... —she kept repeating, pushing against my hand.

That was the only song playing inside the car now. That and her moans, which left me openmouthed. I would never have imagined my mother was so loud. I watched her narrow her eyes, bite her lips, breathe in bursts.

—Keep going —she said, and it no longer sounded like a plea but an order.

I looked at her breasts through the neckline and couldn’t take it anymore. I undid the buttons of her dress in a hurry and freed her tits. She herself pulled her bra upward until she took out her nipples, dark and hard. I lunged at them.

—Slowly, my love —she protested when she felt my teeth—. Don’t hurt me.

But I wasn’t in the mood for delicacy. I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in, driving upward; I’d read that was where the most pleasurable spot was, and I pressed as hard as I could.

—Ah! —she cried out.

I got scared, but I saw her look anxiously at what I was doing and lift her hips, asking for more. If she liked it, I wasn’t going to deny her. I pulled them out and shoved them in, pulled them out and shoved them in, and she screamed with pleasure.

—Yes, like that, please —she said, biting her lips.

She bounced in the seat and turned toward me, offering me her breasts. I sucked and bit them in turn.

—God, that feels so good, my love —she murmured, enthralled, watching what I was doing.

She took my head and guided it downward, toward her legs.

—Down there, baby —she said, lost in the moment.

With one hand she squeezed a breast and with the other she pushed my face against her pussy.

—Eat me —she ordered, opening herself with her fingers.

I got between her legs and ran my tongue over her from top to bottom. She was wet everywhere.

—Yes! —she screamed, breathless, grabbing my hair.

She trembled nonstop. She lifted her hips and guided my head, burying my mouth between her folds. I worked hard to get my tongue in and to breathe every now and then, turned on by hearing her moan like that.

Suddenly her whole body tensed. She pressed my head with her thighs and came against my mouth.

—Dani, my love... it’s coming, it’s coming...

Fuck. My mother is coming.

***

And then an idea hit me: what if I try?

I pulled down my pants, jerked myself a couple of times, and jumped over to her seat to position myself between her legs. She looked at me and, for a second, it seemed she might let me. She moved the fabric aside and I rubbed the head against her entrance.

—Mmm —I moaned at the feel of her heat.

She lifted her legs, offering herself, but with an expression I couldn’t decode: halfway between fear and lust.

—I’m going to fuck you, Mom —I said, pushing my hips a little.

I saw her hesitate, snort, and all at once sit up.

—No... not that, Dani —she exclaimed, pushing me away.

I pulled back and looked at her, baffled. What’s happening now?

—Come here —she said, throwing the seat back to lie down—. Put it between my tits.

She took my hand and placed me in front of her face. She held me between her breasts, squeezed them, and started moving them.

—Like that, my love. Do it between my tits —she begged, watching the tip appear between them.

Seeing her with her tongue out, searching for the tip each time it appeared, made me grab her hair and pull her toward me.

—Like that, my love, like that —she gasped, licking me for the first time.

She lifted her head to take me all the way into her mouth and then squeezed me again between her breasts. There was nothing left to pretend now: what was happening between us was admitted, accepted. And that, more than anything else, drove me crazy. It wasn’t a slip. This is going to keep going.

—Keep going, my love, keep going —she shrieked, pressing me against her body.

I yanked hard on her hair, forcing her to take me down to the base, and I finished on her face and neck.

—Mmm... swallow —I ordered, not letting go of her mane.

And she obeyed, never taking her eyes off me, with a slow bob of her head. Then she licked her lips, gathering with her tongue what had spilled over them. She looked wonderful, giving herself over to something like that. She looked like she’d been lifted straight out of one of those movies I watched alone in my room.

—Mmm. So good, my love —she said, licking her lips one last time.

She gave me a couple more shakes and, suddenly, her expression changed. She covered her breasts, readjusted her dress, and said we were leaving.

—Feeling better now, aren’t you? —she asked with a wicked smile.

She went back to the road and kept driving home as if nothing had happened. Her ability to switch it off threw me: we’d been teasing each other for days, she had just done all that with me, and she acted like we were coming back from the supermarket.

But there was one thing that made me smile inside. For an instant, even if only for a few seconds, I had gotten farther with her than ever before. And that was enough for me to know the rest was only a matter of time.

Will she ever let me go all the way? I don’t know. What I do know is it won’t be because I stop trying.