What Happened One Sunday with My Mother and My Ex-Wife

Sundays are sacred to me. I like to stretch the morning out in bed until the sun comes pouring straight through the window and there’s no excuse left to stay lying there. When it’s my turn to have my daughter, she usually stays the night at my parents’ place, since they live nearby and have more space, and I go pick her up early to take care of her during the day. But that weekend the little girl wasn’t with me.

What was in the house, and that changed everything, was my mother. Since my father had left a few weeks earlier, she didn’t want to stay alone in her apartment and moved in with me. She’d go back and forth to her place to collect clothes, but she slept here. And she slept in the big bed, with me. My ex-wife, Nuria, occupied the other bedroom.

It’s worth making that clear, because it sounds strange told that way. Nuria and I separated years ago, but we kept living under the same roof for the girl, and while neither of us had a partner, we shared a bed and had sex almost every day. With my mother, Pilar, it had started much earlier, almost without us realizing it, one night neither of us had planned and that we no longer knew how to stop. A different family from the one anyone would imagine, but mine.

The problem was that I’d been dry all week. Pilar was sad about my father and wasn’t in the headspace for that sort of thing; what little we had done was lukewarm and half-hearted, and I understood her reasons and didn’t push. Nuria, for her part, came home wrecked from working double shifts and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. So I was left with the usual when there’s nothing else: reading stories on my phone in the dark and masturbating in silence before going to sleep.

That Sunday morning I was exactly like that. Half asleep, touching myself slowly, enjoying the simple brush of skin without hurrying toward anywhere. Then I felt a hand that wasn’t mine close around my erection and start moving it.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Nuria whispered in my ear, climbing on top of me.

She was wearing only the old T-shirt she slept in. Nothing underneath.

“What are you doing? You’ll wake my mother,” I replied just as quietly.

“Don’t you miss me?” she murmured, rubbing herself against me.

“Of course I do. I’m about to explode.”

“Mommy’s sad, I’m tired, and you, poor thing, all abandoned.”

I felt her wet, hot lips slide over my cock without taking it in. My erection went stone-hard just from the contact.

“God, it feels so good seeing it this hard. I’m going to take the whole thing,” she said, and dropped down suddenly, driving it all the way in.

I closed my eyes. A pinch on my nipple made me open them again.

“Look at me. I don’t want you thinking about Mommy right now. She’s resting,” she told me, and started moving.

Now it was she who squeezed her eyelids shut and bit her lip to keep from moaning as she rode me hard. I slipped my hands under her T-shirt and held her breasts, teasing her nipples between my fingers. I don’t know how long it went on. We both needed it too much to keep track of time.

Then I felt another hand stroking my chest. I turned my head and found my mother awake, looking at me with a smile, bringing a finger to her lips to make me keep quiet. She brought one of her breasts to my mouth and I took it hungrily, sucking the nipple after so many days without tasting them.

Nuria was starting one of her chain orgasms—she’s multiorgasmic, always has been—and her gasps were no longer so quiet. Pilar watched her with a smile, enjoying the other woman’s pleasure, and I had everything at once: my ex-wife’s tight cunt and my mother’s breast in my mouth. My two women, all to myself.

“I’m going to cum. Fuck, this feels amazing,” I warned, looking at my mother.

“Fill her up nicely,” she whispered in my ear.

“Cum inside me. I want your hot milk,” Nuria asked without opening her eyes.

I didn’t need telling twice. I grabbed her hips hard to go in as deep as possible and gave her a long spurt, feeling myself empty completely after holding it in for a whole week.

***

Nuria stayed seated on top of me, still panting, squeezing out the last spasms. My mother was still reclined beside me and I hadn’t let go of her breast. I could feel my own semen sliding warm at the base of my cock as it slowly lost strength.

Then Pilar propped herself up on one elbow, moved closer to Nuria, and caught one of her breasts in her mouth, sucking the nipple avidly. Nuria, with her eyes still closed, didn’t react: she thought it was me licking her. I took advantage of that to bring my hand to my mother’s pussy, part her lips with my fingers, and find her clit, beginning a slow caress while with my other hand I held the breast she didn’t stop licking.

“You’re sucking me so well today,” Nuria said, her voice thick with pleasure.

My mother looked at me smiling, not letting go of the breast, now closing her eyes too from the play of my fingers. And the scene was getting me hard again. Without even having come out of Nuria, I felt myself regaining strength inside her, and her cunt tightening, soaked with the mixture of both of us.

“Looks like you want more,” she murmured. “Jesus, the way you’ve got me.”

She leaned forward and, as she did, her head bumped into my mother’s. She opened her eyes and suddenly realized what was happening.

“Pilar!” she exclaimed. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As you can see, I wasn’t. I was enjoying this delicious tit and watching my son make you cum.”

“And why didn’t you say you were awake?”

“Because I was enjoying my two women,” I answered for her.

My hand had not stopped working between my mother’s legs, and now she was breathing more deeply, letting out longer and longer sighs.

“Well, look at you, making both of us feel good at the same time. What a bastard,” Nuria laughed.

She stayed still for a moment, as if thinking, and then did something I wasn’t expecting: she leaned over my mother, who had lain back down again, and started licking one of her nipples.

“Feels so good having the two of you give me pleasure,” Pilar said, surprised.

“I’d never eaten a pussy before,” Nuria confessed. “But I like the feeling.”

My mother pulled her tight against her breast. My arm had ended up trapped between the two of them and it was hard to keep masturbating, but it didn’t matter anymore: Nuria herself took my place with her hand and carried on.

“Do you like watching me give your mommy pleasure too?” she asked me.

I nodded without words. I started moving inside her again.

“No, no,” she stopped me. “Now it’s your mommy’s turn too, since she was needy as well.” She turned her face toward my mother. “You like it like this, Pilar? Your son is horny as hell watching you enjoy yourself.”

My mother could barely manage a “yes” between gasps, with the licks on her breast and Nuria’s nimble fingers torturing her clit.

Then Nuria slid off me and lay fully down on my mother, without taking her hand out of her slit, and brought her mouth to hers. First came timid kisses, tongue games, testing the waters. Then a deep make-out session, no restraint. I saw Nuria’s eyes fly open when she felt my mother slip a hand between them and start stroking her too.

I, to one side, touched myself slowly, abandoned but not missing a thing, enjoying the hot thrill of watching my two women giving themselves to each other. And the funny thing is neither of them felt lesbian. Nuria, in fact, would never be with any woman other than my mother. But between them they understood each other as if they’d been doing it all their lives: the gasps, the mouths moving down to necks and breasts, the hands searching for sex.

I heard my mother whisper something in her ear. I didn’t catch the full words, only fragments: “What if we…? It’s something I’ve never… You, with me?” Nuria, who had just reached the peak a few seconds earlier, looked at her not knowing what to say. Then she smiled, bit her lip, kissed her softly, and nodded.

***

I had no idea what was coming. Nuria got up and placed herself over my mother again, this time in reverse, in a sixty-nine, carefully resting her pussy over Pilar’s face. My mother found a cushion to lift her head and bury herself between her thighs.

The sounds of tongues soon filled the room. Pilar started moving and moaning hard, while Nuria held her head against her. I know from experience that Nuria cums in abundance, and I saw her juices sliding down my mother’s cheeks without her stopping licking.

The scene was one you don’t forget. I was enjoying just watching like never before. And, luckily, it wouldn’t be the last time: the two of them got a taste for it and would do it many more times, with me and without me, although Nuria would never seek out any other woman.

“See how I’m eating Mommy too?” Nuria said to me, lifting her head with her cheekbones shining with slick. “Now she’s nice and warm for her boy.”

She sat up and stayed perched over my mother’s mouth, which didn’t stop licking. I sat up in bed and we shared a long kiss, exchanging the taste of my mother in her mouth.

“The other day I saw you,” she confessed. “I saw her eating your cock, but I was dying to see you fucking her. I want to see it. I want you to shove it in and cum inside your mommy’s hot cunt.”

I was hard as steel and had no intention of disappointing her.

I positioned myself between my mother’s legs, bending them a little to open her up and slide my knees underneath. I was about to go in when Nuria stopped me with a gesture.

“First we need to get her ready,” she said, and leaning forward she took my cock into her mouth almost completely, licking hungrily, moving her head back and forth.

She kept at it for endless minutes. With one hand braced on the bed and two fingers of the other going in and out of my mother’s sex, while she swallowed me. Pilar moaned nonstop, licking Nuria in turn to the sound reaching her.

“Put it in her already, she needs it. She’s more than horny, and so are you,” Nuria said, finally pulling away to kneel beside me. “Fill her with hot milk. I want to see you fuck your mama.”

“Come on, son, give it to me,” Pilar begged, beside herself.

Nuria grabbed my cock and brought it to the sex that gave birth to me.

“Jam it all the way in. Go into her like you like it.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I went in with one thrust and started pumping fast. My mother was drenched from all the tongue work and Nuria’s saliva, and I felt myself sliding in with the slightest resistance.

“Look how nicely it goes in all the way,” Nuria murmured, fingering her clit off to one side. “I love watching you take such good care of your mommy.”

Pilar writhed with every thrust, begging for more. I clung to her hips to get as deep as possible. Nuria leaned in and gave me another long kiss.

“Kiss her,” she begged me. “Lie down on top of her and eat her mouth, it tastes like my cunt and your cum.”

I did as she asked. I lay down on top of her carefully so as not to crush her and ate her mouth, which indeed tasted like Nuria and the remnants of my own semen, a taste that gets me off too. My mother said nothing; she just grabbed my head and devoured my lips.

“Mommy, I’m going to give you all my milk. I want to cum in this little cunt that gets me so hot. You’re the best,” I said, more to turn both of them on than anything else.

I tried to hold out as long as possible, going in and out, feeling it like never before. Beside me, Nuria seemed to cum again without taking her eyes off us.

“Give it to me already. Give it to me,” my mother gasped, reaching her orgasm.

I felt her cunt clench and soak even more, and then I let go, emptying myself inside her while kissing her.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, that feels amazing,” I almost shouted.

***

I stayed on top of her for a while, letting my cock lose strength inside her, feeling the remnants of my semen trying to escape. I was giving her little kisses when I felt another mouth approaching: Nuria, joining the kiss. Suddenly the kisses were three-way, moving from one mouth to another without order, hands traveling over all three bodies without distinguishing who each one belonged to.

I ended up stretched out between the two of them, one leg between my mother’s and the other between Nuria’s, alternating kisses and licks from one breast to the other for quite a while. It had been a memorable session.

“Thank you to my two children,” my mother said when we caught our breath, “because to me you both are, for giving so much pleasure to an old woman who had already forgotten what sex was. And for opening my mind to things I never dreamed of.”

“I’d never done it with a woman either,” Nuria replied, “but I loved it with you, Pilar. I really do understand why my son likes you. You still have a gorgeous body.”

“And I loved having my two loves close and enjoying myself so much with you both,” I said. “Giving you pleasure and watching you give it to each other. I’m glad to have both of you more than you can imagine.”

I kissed them both again and made myself a place in the middle, stretched out, with one on each side and my hands on their bellies, stroking slowly. We fell asleep for quite a while, exhausted.

At noon I took them to lunch at a nice place. The two of them got dressed up, with necklines that had the young waiters losing their heads, and we talked and laughed about what we’d felt that morning. In the afternoon we watched a movie at home with popcorn, amid kisses and caresses, with no taboo left between us.

That night I asked them to sleep all three of us together, since the bed was more than big enough, and to do it naked so we could feel each other. And that’s how it was from then on, whenever we could. Sometimes the three of us, other times in pairs; sometimes my mother and I alone, sometimes Nuria and I, and sometimes the two of them—who ended up buying a double dildo and learning to scissor each other with a gusto that made it enviable to watch.

Now we were a different family. And our story still had new chapters waiting to be written.