What Happens at Grandma’s House Stays at Grandma’s House

My name is Dolores, though everyone in the family calls me Lola. I’m sixty-one years old, I was a mother at sixteen and a grandmother before I was forty. My son Esteban is forty-five, and my grandson Julián just turned twenty-one. The three of us have lived together ever since Marisol, Esteban’s wife, died almost five years ago. Someone had to take care of the house and of that boy who had just barely started university, so I moved in with them without thinking too much about it.

What I didn’t account for was what it meant to be the only woman in a house with two adult men, no partner, no release, sleeping just meters from my room.

I don’t kid myself. At my age, I still have a body that doesn’t match my years. Thick legs, wide hips, big tits that still hold up with dignity, and a round ass that, according to the looks I get at the supermarket, still turns heads. I like to wear leggings because they’re comfortable, but I’m well aware of what they do: they cling to every curve, hug my crack, outline my thong. I notice it on the street, and I notice it in my own house.

It all started to become obvious at breakfast.

One Friday morning I was serving up scrambled eggs when Esteban nudged Julián under the table.

—Hey, hey. Up here —he said quietly, pointing at his eyes.

Julián went red as a tomato and fixed his gaze on his plate. I had my back to them by the stove, but the microwave reflection gave me the whole scene back. My grandson was staring at my ass. Again.

—Sorry —Julián muttered, stirring his eggs like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

—Sorry? This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you —Esteban shot back, trying to keep his voice down—. What’s wrong with you?

—It’s just... Grandma doesn’t help, Dad. This is really hard to talk to you about.

Julián tried to get up, but Esteban grabbed his arm.

—Sit down. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. We’re men, and sometimes it’s hard to control where our eyes go.

—So you too...?

Esteban stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. Then he let out a long sigh.

—If it makes you feel better, yes. My eyes wander to your grandma too.

—That’s pretty messed up, don’t you think? —Julián said.

—And isn’t it more messed up that she’s your grandma?

They looked at each other for a moment and then both looked away at the same time, as if they’d reached an agreement. I was still by the stove, my heart pounding and a strange mix of shame and something I didn’t dare name: a heat I hadn’t felt in years, sliding down through my belly and soaking my thong.

I came over to the table with the pan of tortillas.

—Well now, my boys, does this do? —I said as I leaned in between them to set the food in the middle, perfectly aware that the curve of my ass was right at face level for them.

I felt their four pupils glued to my backside like magnets. When I turned around, both of them were looking anywhere but at me. Esteban had an obvious bulge in his pajama pants. Julián had discreetly crossed his legs.

This can’t go on like this, I thought. And yet I crossed my thighs and squeezed to stop the tingling.

Julián rushed off to university. He came over to say goodbye, I hugged him tight as always, and he put his hands on my hips. I felt his fingers slide a few centimeters lower than normal, right where the curve of my butt begins. His palms lingered a second too long, measuring me, grabbing me. Then he left almost running, with his backpack slung in front of him to hide what he was carrying hard between his legs.

Esteban and I were left alone.

—Did you notice that? —I asked him.

—Notice what?

—Your son put his hands right here —I put my palms on my buttocks and showed him exactly where—. And then he slid them down here.

Esteban swallowed. His eyes kept following my hand as if hypnotized.

—He probably didn’t even realize, Mom.

—Of course he realized. And you can’t stop looking at my ass even now that I’m pointing it out to you.

Silence.

—I’m old, son, but I’m not stupid. I know how the two of you look at me. I’ve spent months trying to make excuses for you, but every day it’s more obvious.

—Mom, you don’t exactly help either —Esteban said, and for the first time his voice sounded more like a confession than an excuse—. I haven’t touched a woman in five years. Five years of jerking off in the shower thinking about anything. I didn’t remarry, I don’t have a girlfriend. And Julián’s twenty-one and his hormones are through the roof. And you still...

—And I still what?

—You’ve got a killer body, Mom. With those leggings you wear... try to understand us. Everything shows. Your tits, your ass, even your pussy is outlined when you bend over.

The silence that followed lasted so long I could hear the kitchen clock. The crude word in my own son’s mouth had left my nipples hard under my blouse.

—I understand —I finally said—. You’re men. You need a woman. I’ve gone many years without anyone touching me either. But I’m your mother and your grandmother.

—Mom, have you looked in a mirror lately?

Something moved inside me. Something that had been asleep for years and was now stirring awake with a heavy pulse between my legs.

—It’s obvious you both need someone to take care of those needs. It’s not healthy to keep holding back either.

—And what do you suggest? That we bring prostitutes home?

Another long silence. Esteban immediately regretted it.

—Sorry, Mom. I’d better go to work.

—No —I stopped him—. You’re right. Maybe I’m being selfish. You have needs, and trying to satisfy them with strangers isn’t the most convenient thing. If you want to use me... you can.

Esteban went rigid. The bulge in his pajamas jerked on its own.

—Are you serious?

—Yes. You need it. I’m not young anymore, but I’ve got a pussy, I’ve got a mouth, I’ve got an ass. I can be useful to you for letting out all the pressure you’ve built up. I need it too. The three of us can help each other and keep the secret forever.

—Mom... I’m dying to say yes to you, but it’s not normal for a mother to offer herself like that either.

—Of course it isn’t normal. None of this is. But it isn’t normal either for the three of us to live under the same roof pretending nothing’s going on, while you jerk off in the shower thinking of me and your son stares at my ass at every breakfast.

—I do want to —Esteban said, his voice breaking—. I’ve wanted to for years, Mom.

—Then let’s go to the sofa. And stop calling me Mom when we’re doing it.

***

We got up from the dining room and walked to the living room. Esteban sat down and I stayed standing in front of him, with my back to him. My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it. Between my legs, my thong was already soaked through.

—Come closer —he asked me.

I took two steps back until my ass was inches from his face.

—My God, Mom... Can I touch you?

—Don’t call me Mom. Call me Lola.

I felt his hands on my ankles. He started slowly, stroking up my calves, my knees, my thighs. When he reached my buttocks, he squeezed them with both hands over the fabric of my leggings and let out a hoarse groan. He spread them apart, brought them together, shook them, as if he’d spent years imagining that moment and didn’t know where to start.

—Lola, your skin is incredible —he told me as he pulled my leggings down centimeter by centimeter, uncovering my ass as if he were unwrapping a gift. The red thong stayed buried in my crack, wedged between my cheeks, leaving a dark line of wetness in the center.

—Do you like what you see, son? —I asked, and I surprised myself by how much I needed to hear the answer.

—It drives me crazy. You’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen in my life.

He yanked my thong aside and spread my cheeks open with his thumbs. I felt his hot mouth between them. His tongue licked my asshole from top to bottom, then slid down to my cunt lips and buried itself there, sucking, slurping, eating me with a hunger that didn’t feel like a son’s hunger but like a desperate man’s. He went back up the crease again, drove the tip of his tongue into my ass, came back down to slip between my soaked lips, and sucked my clit with his lips pressed tight.

—Oh, Esteban, you lick my pussy so good —I moaned, grabbing the back of the sofa—. It’s been years since anyone licked me like this.

—You’re dripping, Lola. Your pussy’s a river.

—Then get it in me already. I can’t take it anymore.

—Get on all fours on the sofa —he told me.

I obeyed without hesitation. Arched back, ass raised, face buried in the cushion. My body remembered the position as if the years had never passed. I heard him yank his pants down and felt the hot brush of his cock against my buttocks.

—You sure haven’t forgotten —Esteban said.

—What you learn well, you never forget. Get it in me already, son. Put all that cock in your mother.

I felt his hot shaft slide over my skin, hard and heavy, leaving a wet trail between my buttocks. He pressed the tip to my entrance and pushed a little. The head opened my lips slowly, testing. I was already soaked, opened by desire and by that shame that burned hotter than the friction.

—Do you want me to put it all in?

—Fast, before I change my mind. All the way in.

He shoved in with one thrust and a scream burst out of me unbidden. It had been so long since I’d had anything inside me that it felt like I was being split in two. My son’s cock stretched my pussy centimeter by centimeter until I felt his balls bumping against my clit.

—Jesus, Esteban! That’s huge. You’ve got it all the way in me.

—Do you want me to take it out?

—No. Leave it there. Just give me a second. I want to feel it.

I clenched the muscles of my pussy around his cock and heard him groan like an animal. It had been five years since that man had put his cock anywhere. Five years of holding back around his mother in the hallway, of hearing me cook in leggings, of running into me in the kitchen. All that built-up hunger I was swallowing now with my pussy.

When he started moving, the sound of his pelvis against my buttocks filled the whole living room. Slap, slap, slap. My big ass shook with each thrust and bounced against his stomach. Every push ripped a moan from me that I tried to smother against the cushion. Esteban gripped my hips hard, then my waist, then took my hair in one hand and arched my back.

—Lola, you squeeze incredible —he panted behind me—. Your pussy’s tight like a twenty-year-old girl’s.

—Harder —I begged him, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice—. Fuck me harder. Fuck me like you’ve been holding back for five years.

Esteban slapped one of my ass cheeks, making me cry out. Then another. Then he grabbed both hips and started driving into me to the hilt with brutal rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and burying himself in one shot. My tits bounced inside my bra, my thighs trembled, the sofa creaked under our bodies.

—That’s it, baby. Just like that. Tear your mother’s pussy apart. That’s what I offered it for.

—Mom, you’re so dirty.

—Call me Lola. And stick a finger in my ass while you’re fucking me.

I felt Esteban’s thumb press against my asshole and slide in little by little. The feeling of having him in both places at once made my eyes roll back. Pleasure was clouding my judgment. I wasn’t his mother anymore. I was a woman who’d been dry for years, empty for years, and who was finally feeling something. Something brutal, something forbidden, something that made me clench my teeth and push my hips back to take him deeper.

—I’m going to come, son. Your cock is going to make me come.

—Come, Lola. Come with your son’s cock inside you.

And I came. I let out a long scream into the cushion, my legs trembling, my pussy spasming around his cock. Esteban moaned behind me, not pulling out, thrusting slowly while I fell apart.

***

The sound of the lock froze both of us in place.

Esteban stopped dead, still with his cock buried to the hilt. I turned my head toward the front door and there was Julián, backpack in hand, completely petrified. The door open behind him. His eyes fixed on the scene: his father kneeling on the sofa, his grandmother on all fours, the leggings around her knees, her buttocks marked with the red prints of hand strikes.

—Son, let me explain —Esteban began.

Julián didn’t move. His eyes were huge, his mouth half open and, most obviously, a bulge growing in his jeans.

—My love —I said, separating from Esteban with a moan when his cock slid out of me, leaving me open and dripping—. Come, get closer to Grandma.

I sat down on the sofa, still breathing hard, my thighs open and my red pussy on display. Julián came over in slow steps, as if he were walking on glass. He couldn’t tear his eyes off me.

—This was my idea —I explained—. Your father and you have needs. I do too. We’re the three of us alone in this house, and it makes no sense to keep pretending we don’t want each other.

—But he’s your son, Grandma.

—And you’re my grandson. A man with needs. Or are you going to tell me that what you did to my hip this morning was accidental? Or that you didn’t get hard when I bent down to serve you eggs?

Julián lowered his gaze to the floor. He was rock hard under the fabric.

—Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal. You’re a man; you like women. It’d be strange if you didn’t.

—All my friends have been with someone already —he confessed in a low voice—. I still haven’t. I’m a virgin, Grandma.

The word melted me from the inside. My virgin grandson, twenty-one years old, looking at his grandmother’s open cunt.

—Your grandma can fix that. I’m the one who’s going to give my boy his first time. But if we’re going to do this three ways, I make the rules. All right?

Father and son nodded without speaking.

Julián took off his T-shirt and pulled down his pants with trembling hands. When he was exposed, I let out a gasp.

—Holy God, Julián. That’s a lot thicker than your father’s.

—You don’t want it anymore? —he asked, scared.

—Of course I want it. I want it now. Come here, my love.

I pulled him toward me and took his cock in both hands. It was long, thick, young, trembling against my palms. I ran my tongue over the tip and heard him moan as if he were about to faint. Then I took it all into my mouth, burying his nose in my pubis, and he grabbed the back of the sofa so he wouldn’t fall.

—Oh, Grandma, you suck so good.

—Your grandma has experience, my love. And your first time should be enjoyed.

I sucked his cock for a few minutes, slowly, deeply, my tongue circling the crown. Then I pulled it out with a wet pop and looked at Esteban, who was massaging his own while standing nearby, staring at us in a daze.

—We’re doing this my way —I said, getting up from the sofa—. Lie down on the rug on your back, Esteban.

Esteban obeyed. I climbed on top of him, face to face, took his cock in my hand and guided it into me. A long moan escaped me as I felt him enter again, filling me completely while my hips adjusted to his size. I started moving up and down slowly, feeling him slide in and out while my big tits bumped against his face.

—Now you, Julián. Get behind me. Slowly.

I leaned over Esteban’s chest to give Julián room. I felt his young, trembling hands on my hips, then the tip of his cock searching clumsily. Esteban reached in and guided him.

—Here, son. In your grandma’s ass.

—In the ass?

—Put it there —I said—. My pussy’s occupied, but my ass is waiting for you, my love.

I felt Julián’s thick head pressing against my asshole and clenched my teeth. Esteban had left my ass well lubricated with saliva a while earlier; it slid against the opening, trying to get in.

—Slowly, my love. Slowly. It’s the first time for both of us, in a way.

Julián pushed in centimeter by centimeter. The pain was intense at first. I felt the ring of my ass stretching around his thick cock, opening, burning. I clenched my teeth against Esteban’s shoulder and took a deep breath. Then the burning turned into something else, something that filled me in a way I never thought possible. When Julián finally buried it all the way in, I felt the two cocks separated only by a thin wall of flesh inside me. I was full in an almost obscene way.

—I’m in, Grandma. I’m inside your ass.

—That’s it, my love. Your first time. Inside your grandma’s ass. Now move, both of you.

The two of them started thrusting in different rhythms that little by little began to synchronize. When Esteban went in, Julián came out. When Julián went in, Esteban came out. I felt filled on both ends without pause, one cock filling my pussy while the other fucked my ass. The sound of their bodies against mine filled the whole room. Slap, slap, slap in front, slap, slap, slap behind. I moaned against Esteban’s chest while Julián grabbed my hips and learned how to fuck a woman.

—Do you like it like this, Grandma? —Julián panted.

—Don’t stop. Neither of you stop. Fuck your woman.

Esteban was kissing my neck while pushing from below and sucking one nipple. Julián picked up speed. He was learning fast. Each thrust shook me whole, my ass slapped against his pelvis, my tits bounced against Esteban’s chest. Pleasure built in waves that ran from my belly to the nape of my neck.

—My God, you’re driving me crazy —I shouted, not caring who might hear—. My son in my pussy and my grandson in my ass. Harder. Both of you.

—You’re so dirty, Mom —Esteban panted.

—I’m a whore, son. Your whore. Your old whore. Fuck me like one.

The thrusts became more intense, deeper, wilder. Esteban grabbed my buttocks and spread them so Julián could get more access. I clenched around them from inside with everything I had, and I heard them both moaning, one beneath me and one behind me, the two men in my life buried in my body.

—Grandma, I can’t take it anymore —Julián groaned, thrusting faster and faster—. I’m going to come.

—Me neither —Esteban panted—. Your pussy’s going to make me explode.

—Wait —I told them, and they both stopped on the spot—. I want to feel you on my face. Both of you. Come here.

They pulled out of me. I felt the sudden emptiness, my pussy closing, my still-open ass throbbing. I knelt on the rug and took one in each hand. I started stroking them fast, squeezing them, looking up at them with my tongue out. Then I took Esteban’s cock all the way down my throat, then Julián’s, alternating, sucking one while jerking the other. I could taste the two of them mixed on my tongue, feel the weight of their hot members against my cheeks, their hands in my hair gripping me hard.

—Come on your woman’s face —I told them, pulling their cocks out of my mouth and working them again with both hands—. Cover my face.

Esteban was the first. He let out a rough groan and I felt hot spurts on my left cheek, the first one against my eye, the second on my lips, the third sliding down my neck to my tits. I opened my mouth wider and stuck out my tongue to catch the last drops. Julián came a second later over the other side of my face, and he came so much it was incredible. Long jets of young semen soaked my right cheek, my forehead, my hair. It ran down onto the big tits I had on display, forming white threads between my breasts.

I stayed kneeling, face soaked, mouth open, chest heaving and tongue out, licking whatever I could reach. Feeling more alive, dirtier, and happier than I had in years.

Julián looked at me with shining eyes, his young cock still hard and dripping.

—Grandma... that was incredible.

—From now on —I told them, wiping a finger across my cheek and licking the semen from my lips—, whenever you get the urge, your woman will be waiting for you. My pussy, my ass, my mouth, my tits. Whatever you need. But this doesn’t leave this house. Ever.

Esteban helped me stand and hugged me from the front, still with his drooling cock resting against my belly. Julián joined the embrace from behind, pressing his naked body against mine. I felt his hands at my waist, his lips on my shoulder, his cock still hard wedged once again between my buttocks, and I knew we had just crossed a line there was no coming back from.

And the truth is, I didn’t want to go back.