What Happened with My Stepfather When Mom Traveled

I never thought I’d end up like this with my mother’s husband. At twenty-three, I thought I had everything under control, but that afternoon, when Esteban and I crossed the line for the first time, I knew there was no going back. And the worst —or the best— part was that I didn’t want there to be.

Sweat glistened on his chest and he was still breathing hard, but his face wasn’t that of a satisfied man. We were both naked in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop, and I looked at him, waiting for a smile that never quite came.

—What’s wrong? —I asked him, running a finger along his sternum—. Didn’t you like it?

—It’s not that, Mariana. I liked it too much. That’s the problem. —He stepped back a little and ran his hands over his face—. I shouldn’t have done it. You’re Lorena’s daughter. If your mother finds out, if anything happens…

—My mother will never find out —I cut him off—. And you’re not my biological father, Esteban. You married her when I was already twenty. You didn’t raise me, you didn’t watch me grow up. You’re my mother’s husband, nothing more. And for months now I’ve stopped seeing you as just that.

—I know, my love, I know. —His voice softened—. But I feel guilty. And at the same time I can’t stop thinking about you. Your body, your mouth, the way you’ve been looking at me these past few weeks. I’ve never felt anything like this for anyone.

The phone rang on the table and the two of us froze. My mother’s name flashed on the screen. Esteban gestured for me to calm down and put it on speaker.

—Hello, my loves, how are you? —Lorena’s voice filled the kitchen—. Mari, my love, are you having a good time? Is Esteban taking care of you?

—Hi, Mom —I answered with the most innocent tone I could fake—. Everything’s fine. I went out with the girls today, we ate out and I’m home already. I’m going to shower and go to sleep.

—That’s good, sweetheart. Look, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. —She paused—. After the final, your sister wants to stay on for some federation meetings. So we’re staying until Tuesday, maybe Wednesday. Can I pass you to Esteban?

—I’m here, Lorena —he said, and I was surprised by how firm he sounded—. Don’t worry about anything. Indulge your daughter’s whim, she earned it. We’ll manage on our own. Maybe we’ll even sneak off camping for the weekend.

—Oh, thank you, my love. I’ll let you know when we head out. Have fun, and if you go camping, let us know so we don’t worry. I love you both, bye.

She hung up. For a second neither of us said anything. Then I looked at him and smiled, feeling the weight of fear turn into something else.

—See? Even the universe is taking our side —I said—. Five days, Esteban. Five whole days for us.

I moved closer slowly, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him. At first he resisted, his lips tense and his hands still, but it didn’t last long. He grabbed my waist, lifted me as if I weighed nothing, and sat me on the cold kitchen counter. We were still naked, and when I opened my legs I felt his erection stir again against me.

—Wait —he murmured against my neck—. We’re both a mess. Sweaty, sticky. Let’s take a bath first.

He carried me facing him, my legs around his waist, and took me down the hallway like that to the bathroom. He turned on the tub and, as the water rose, he put me inside and sat behind me, my back resting against his chest.

The warm water covered us up to the waist. Esteban took the sponge and began running it over my shoulders, my arms, without any hurry. But soon the sponge was forgotten on the edge and it was his hands that traveled over me. He squeezed my breasts from behind, teased my nipples until they hardened, and I tipped my head back onto his shoulder.

I could feel his erection hard against the small of my back. I started moaning low, almost without realizing it, while one of his hands slid down my stomach. When he touched me between my legs I shuddered all over. No one had ever touched me like that, with that exact blend of patience and hunger.

—Just like that, right like that —I gasped, spreading my legs wider in the water.

His fingers found my clit and began drawing slow circles. I writhed against him, moved my hips seeking more pressure, and the water rocked with every movement I made. Every time he sped up a little, I held my breath.

—Give me more, please —I begged him, my voice breaking.

Suddenly he stopped, kissed the back of my neck, and told me in my ear to wait for him, that he’d be right back. He got out of the tub dripping wet and disappeared down the hallway. I was so turned on I couldn’t take it: I slipped a hand between my legs and kept going on my own, while the other squeezed one breast, waiting for him.

When he came back, he was carrying something in his hand. It was a red dildo, thick and long, with a wide base. I opened my eyes, surprised.

—Where did you get that? Don’t tell me it’s my mother’s —I said, half laughing.

—Not at all. —He smiled for the first time all night—. I bought it a while ago to give it to her, but your mother was never interested in toys. So I kept it. And look who’s going to be the one to break it in.

***

He climbed back in behind me in the tub. He turned on the vibrator and pressed it first to my breasts. The buzz against my wet skin gave me goosebumps. He slowly moved it down, over my stomach, over my pubic mound, until the tip touched my clit and I let out a long moan.

—Easy —he told me in my ear—. We’ve got all night ahead of us.

He played with me for a long while, bringing the toy closer and pulling it away, until I was begging shamelessly. Then, without warning, he slid it inside me. I was so wet it went in at once, with no resistance. I felt it filling me, vibrating against my walls, and I gripped the edge of the tub with both hands.

—God, Esteban, don’t stop —I moaned.

He started moving it, in and out, with a rhythm that climbed up my spine like an electric current. With his other hand he held me against his chest and from time to time he bit my shoulder. I moaned louder and louder, not caring about anything, feeling like the whole empty house was ours.

—I’m going to come —I barely managed to say—. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.

He sped up. The vibrator went in and out quickly, buzzing without mercy, and suddenly everything exploded. I came with a force I didn’t know I had, so intense that water splashed out of the tub. I was left trembling, my breathing ragged, collapsing against him.

I had barely caught my breath when I felt him move. He got out of the water, stood in front of me, and took my chin. His erection was right at the height of my mouth.

—Now finish what you started —he said, his voice hoarse.

I took him with both hands and put him in my mouth. I worked him all the way down, slowly at first and then faster, while he held my hair and set the rhythm. It didn’t take long. I felt him tense, heard him hold his breath, and he came into my mouth with a low grunt. After everything before, he still had plenty left to give me, and I didn’t waste a single drop.

When I stood up, the dildo that had been left inside me slid out on its own and fell into the water with a loud “plop.” We both laughed, and Esteban pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, this time without a trace of guilt.

—You’re incredible —he told me, resting his forehead against mine—. I want you to sleep in my bed these next few days. You’re going to be mine whenever I want, wherever I want.

—Whatever you want —I answered—. But on one condition: no pajamas.

It was Thursday night. I had five whole days ahead of me, five nights in his bed, and as I dried myself in front of the mirror and watched him do the same behind me, I knew neither of us would want my mother to come back too soon.