What Happened When My Son Brought His Girlfriend Home

My two sons had spent years sharing lovers with a casualness any mother would have disapproved of, but I wasn’t just any mother. That afternoon, the younger one, Sebastián, waited until we’d finished eating to put his proposal to his brother bluntly.

—Hey, Mateo, since you have a girlfriend and we’ve always shared girls, I think it’s my turn to get to know her properly. Bring her home one day.

Mateo looked up from his plate and laughed. The idea didn’t surprise him: I had taught them from a young age that family takes care of itself by sharing everything, not hiding it. He nodded, and the next day he told me he’d bring her on Saturday. Lucía, his girlfriend, arrived in a short dress and with an open, genuine smile that I liked immediately.

She was petite, brunette, with brown eyes that moved quickly around the room as if measuring the terrain. She spoke easily, answered without hesitation, and laughed with her whole body. Before we’d even finished the coffee, I’d already decided I wouldn’t let too much time go by before I got closer to her too, but that afternoon it was Sebastián’s turn.

I had a small secret hidden in the living room: a discreet camera behind a book on the shelf that faced the entire sofa. We’d installed it months earlier to record other visits, and it had never failed. That afternoon it was going to capture something different.

In the middle of the afternoon I asked Mateo to come with me to the storage room in the basement of the building. I told him I needed to bring down some boxes, and he got up without protest. Lucía and Sebastián stayed alone in the living room, she seated on the edge of the sofa, he pouring two glasses of wine.

In the storage room I plugged my phone into the charger and opened the app. The image appeared with surprising clarity. Mateo settled beside me on an old chair, and we sat in silence, watching.

Lucía didn’t waste any time. She raised her glass and looked at Sebastián with a smile that needed no translation.

—Bro-in-law, I love having a little time alone with you. Your brother has told me a lot about you.

—And he’s told me a lot about you —Sebastián replied—. Though words hardly do you justice.

She got up from her armchair, crossed the living room, and sat astride my son’s lap. There were no preliminaries. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as if they’d known each other for years. Sebastián took two seconds to react. He slid a hand under her dress and lifted it up until her underwear was exposed, a tiny piece of black lace that barely covered her cunt. He pushed the fabric aside with two fingers and she gasped when she felt him slip them in without warning.

—You’re soaked, fuck —he muttered against her neck—. My brother’s lucky.

—And you’ve got a free afternoon to fuck me however you want —she answered, laughing, moving on the fingers he was slowly sliding in and out of her.

Mateo, beside me in the storage room, let out a low whistle. I put a hand on his knee without taking my eyes off the screen. The situation had turned me on faster than I’d expected, and I could already feel the wetness running between my thighs.

In the living room, Sebastián yanked her dress up and pulled it over her head. Lucía wasn’t wearing a bra. She had small, round tits, with nipples already hard and dark. She reclined back against the sofa and let him lick the whole stretch from her neck to her belly button. Sebastián sucked one nipple, bit it carefully, then moved to the other, leaving them shining with saliva. He went lower, spread her legs with a sharp tug, ripped away the lace thong in one quick motion, and buried his mouth in her cunt. My son’s tongue moved in circles over Lucía’s clit while two fingers went in and out of her with a wet sound that came through the speaker perfectly clearly. She grabbed his head with both hands and pushed herself against him.

—Oh yes, bro-in-law, eat it, eat it all —she moaned, head thrown back.

Sebastián ate her out deeply for long minutes, pushing his tongue inside, sucking her lips, returning to her clit with quick licks that tore spasms from her hips. When he finally pulled away, his chin was shining and his hair was mussed.

—This isn’t fair —she protested between breaths—. I’m naked and you’re still dressed.

Sebastián laughed and tore his T-shirt off. He was wearing gray sweatpants that gave way easily when she pulled at the waistband. When she tugged them down to his thighs, my son’s cock sprang out, hard, thick, the tip already wet. She let out a small “oh” of approval and ran her tongue the full length before even closing her mouth.

—Must be a family thing —she said, wrapping her hand around the base and squeezing—. You and your brother take me down the same road. Same cock, same shape, all of it just as delicious.

***

Beside me, Mateo’s breathing had gotten faster. I didn’t need to look at him to know it. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen, watching Lucía step down from the sofa and kneel on the rug. She caressed Sebastián’s thighs with both hands before leaning in and brushing the tip of his cock with her lips. This wasn’t going to be a rushed blowjob. She had that calm concentration only women who truly enjoy having a dick in their mouth possess.

She took him in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until the tip touched the back of her throat. She held him there for a few seconds, then came back up, leaving a shining trail of saliva. Then she pulled him out all the way and ran her tongue over his balls, sucking them one by one, while her hand gave him a slow, steady stroke. She took him again, and this time started pumping with her mouth, cheeks hollowed by the suction, never taking her eyes off his.

Sebastián closed his eyes and threw his head back. When he opened them again, he looked at her hard and ran a hand through her hair, not to push her but to hold her there.

—Fuck, if you suck my brother off like that, I get why he’s crazy about you.

She pulled back for a second, smiled with her mouth shining and full of saliva, spat into her palm to wet herself more, and lowered her head again. This time she took him all the way in at once, and Sebastián let out a hoarse groan that hit me too, two floors below.

Mateo couldn’t take it anymore. He turned in the chair, grabbed me around the waist, and sat me on his lap, back to the screen but careful not to block it. It wasn’t the first time I’d been with one of my sons: I’d done it with both of them separately and had learned to read their timing and the size of their cocks. Mateo pulled my blouse down over my shoulders and kissed my nape while I kept watching what was happening two floors above us. He slipped a hand under my skirt and checked how wet I was. He let out a low laugh against my ear.

—You’re just as much of a slut as she is, Mom.

—Shut up and put it in already —I growled, never taking my eyes off the screen.

Lucía sat up. She pulled a condom from her bag, tore it open with her teeth, and rolled it onto Sebastián with the kind of precision that shows experience, unrolling it with her mouth over my son’s hard cock. Then, without warning, she climbed on top and sank down in one smooth motion, swallowing him all the way to the base.

The moan she let out came through the phone’s small speaker loud and clear. A muffled “ah, fuck, yours is so big,” her tits bouncing as she began to move. Sebastián held her by the hips, set a slow rhythm, then let her move on her own. Lucía moved as if she knew exactly what she was looking for: rising almost all the way off him, then dropping back down in one full motion, with a wet slapping sound each time, while rubbing her clit against his pubic bone.

—My God, you ride so well —he said, barely audible—. You’re going to make me come in two minutes if you keep this up.

—Practice —she answered without losing the rhythm, grabbing her own tits and pinching her nipples—. And hold on, bro-in-law, this is only the beginning.

***

I had taken my pants and panties off almost without realizing it. Mateo had me pressed against him, one hand squeezing a breast beneath my bra and the other between my legs, two fingers buried deep and his thumb circling my clit. We were in half-light, in a storage room that smelled of old cardboard, watching on a six-inch screen a stranger ride one of my sons. And for years, I had never felt such a clean, perfect kind of arousal.

—Get on your knees, Mom —Mateo whispered in my ear, his voice already broken.

I slid to the floor on an old blanket he’d moved aside. I got on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and heard him lower his pants behind me. He positioned himself behind me and, without any further ceremony, shoved himself all the way in with one thrust. I pressed my cheek against the chair cushion and gave a low, hoarse moan. He moved fast from the very first second, without giving me a break, gripping my hips with both hands and driving into me to the hilt each time. He had that strength that sometimes scared me and at the same time drove me crazy. The sound of his balls slapping against my cunt mixed with the wet slapping from the phone.

—Like that, son, like that, don’t stop, fuck me like I taught you —I begged, pushing my ass back to take him better.

Mateo grabbed my hair, tilted my head back a little, and fucked me harder. With every thrust, the chair I was leaning against creaked. He slipped a finger, wet with my own juices, into my ass and began playing there, in and out in time with his cock.

On the screen, Lucía had gotten off Sebastián and was now on all fours on the sofa, in the same position as me. He had taken off the condom and was sliding between her ass cheeks, rubbing against her open cunt before pushing in again. He was gripping her waist with both hands. They hardly spoke, just breathed, and every so often one of them let out a shared laugh, or a “like that, like that” from her.

—Bro-in-law, don’t stop, give me more, harder, break me —she begged, biting the back of the sofa.

Sebastián didn’t stop. He leaned forward, kissed her shoulder blade, bit the back of her neck gently, and kept thrusting with a steady rhythm, faster and faster, her ass trembling with every blow. He gave her a slap that sounded sharp through the speaker and she laughed, moaning. He grabbed her tits from underneath and used that grip to drive himself in deeper. Mateo, behind me, was keeping almost the exact same rhythm. There was something strange and delicious about knowing the four of us were in sync without them knowing it, four bodies fucking to the same beat, two floors apart and the same heat running through all of us.

—I’m going to come, Mom —Mateo panted behind me—. I’m coming now.

When Sebastián announced on the screen that he was going to come, Lucía asked him to pull out. She turned, knelt in front of him on the rug, ripped off the remains of the condom, and took his cock in her hand, giving him a quick handjob with her mouth open underneath, tongue out. Sebastián came in two pulls: the first rope landed between her tits, the second splashed across her chin and lips. She dragged two fingers over her chin, gathered what she could, and brought it to her mouth without taking her eyes off him.

Mateo, seeing that, pulled his cock out of my cunt, took my hair gently, and silently told me to turn around. I took the base in my hand and gave him a quick blowjob in front of my face, mouth open and tongue out, just like she had. He came a few seconds later, a hot, thick stream that hit my cheek first, then my lips, and the third spilled over my hand onto my tits. I felt the heat on my face, in my mouth, and nothing else mattered in that instant. I ran a finger along the corner of my mouth and licked it while looking him in the eye.

—Delicious, Mom —he murmured—. Like always.

***

I wiped myself with a rag Mateo found nearby and we went back to the screen. Lucía had reclined against Sebastián on the sofa, still naked, the semen already drying between her breasts. They were speaking softly, her laughing, him stroking her hair and playing with a nipple. A few minutes passed like that, in a calm that could have belonged to any couple after sex. But young men’s desire doesn’t rest for long, and a few minutes later she was already stroking his cock again, which was starting to swell once more under her fingers.

—Let’s go to your room, I want you to fuck my ass —she suggested in his ear.

Sebastián jumped up, already half hard, took her hand, and led her down the hall. There was no camera in there. Mateo and I looked at each other, and we were thinking the same thing: it wasn’t necessary anyway. What we’d seen was enough to feed the mind for weeks.

But the arousal hadn’t left us. Mateo had gotten hard again just from hearing her ask for anal. He sat down on the floor against the wall, his erect cock pointing up, and I sat on top of him, this time facing him, lowering myself slowly onto it until I felt him drive in to the hilt. My legs around his waist, my tits against his chest. I looked into his eyes while I moved slowly, up and down, squeezing my cunt around him with every motion. It was strange to look at a son like that, with his cock inside me. We’d been doing it for years and I still found myself surprised by the natural ease with which he accepted it.

—Doesn’t what they’re doing upstairs bother you? —I asked, without stopping my movement over him.

—Not at all, Mom. I know how she fucks, and I like knowing she enjoys my brother. He deserves her, and so does she.

I kissed him, taking his tongue deep into my mouth. I held him against me and let him take control. He grabbed my ass with both hands, spread my cheeks, and moved me up and down, slowly at first, then more insistently, thrusting upward from below until I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Sweat stuck our skin together. He sucked one nipple while he fucked me and slipped a finger in from behind, and that was the moment I exploded, coming on his cock with a long shudder that shook me through and through and made my cunt clamp around him.

—I’m coming, Mom, I’m coming again —he panted.

I got off him, knelt on the blanket, and took him in my mouth, swallowing every inch down to my throat. I let him fill my mouth the same way Lucía had done with Sebastián. I pumped my lips fast, sucking him hard, swallowing his balls, until he came again with a growl, spilling a hot stream onto my tongue. I swallowed almost all of it. Some escaped the corner of my mouth. Mateo looked down at me with that smile sons have when they’re grateful without needing to say it.

We went up the building’s stairs unhurriedly. Before opening the apartment door, Mateo stopped and fixed a lock of hair for me. “You look beautiful, Mom,” he said. And we went in.

Sebastián and Lucía were in the living room, dressed, having a beer. Her hair was still damp from the shower. Sebastián was hiding it well, but his eyes were shining. They greeted us as if nothing had happened.

—How was the storage room? —he asked, too innocent.

—Productive —Mateo replied.

I sat across from Lucía and accepted the beer she offered me. I held her gaze a little longer than necessary. She returned it, and I noticed something: an unspoken question, an almost implied invitation. I lowered my eyes for a second to her mouth, that same mouth that twenty minutes earlier had had my son’s cock inside it, and looked back up. She realized and smiled.

—I hope next time you and I get to know each other just as well —I told her—. With our tongues, no clothes, no bro-in-law or boyfriend watching.

She didn’t look away. She smiled slowly, ran her tongue over her lower lip, lifted her beer, and toasted me.

—Whenever you want, mother-in-law. I’m curious too, to know what you taste like.

Mateo and Sebastián exchanged a complicit glance, the kind only brothers who’ve grown up sharing everything ever share. I leaned back on the sofa and thought of the camera, still recording behind the book. It was a good time to turn it off. Or maybe not. Maybe it was best to leave it on a few more minutes. Just in case.