What Mom Asked Me for the Caribbean Trip

In high-society circles there’s always a word for girls like me: “princess.” It means your stepfather owns a company with branches in four countries, your mother changes dresses three times a day, and you spend your mornings at the club and your afternoons deciding between Tulum and Mykonos. It also means nobody has ever told you no.

Until that March afternoon.

We were having lunch in the mansion’s courtyard, under the pergola Mom had brought back from Bali. Damián, my stepfather, was reading a report on his tablet with that half-smile he always wore when his stocks were up. Helena, my mother, was stirring her salad with robotic elegance. And I, Renata, was making plans out loud.

—The girls and I want to go to Cayo Levantado in July —I said, not looking up from my phone—. Ten days, all inclusive. You can transfer the pesos before the weekend, Daddy?

The silence that followed didn’t fit the routine. Damián closed the tablet slowly. Helena set down her fork.

—That’s what we wanted to talk to you about, sweetheart —she said, in a tone I had never heard from her before.

—About what?

—About it being over —Damián cut in—. You’re twenty-two years old, you get an obscene allowance, and your life is held up by my card. Your mother and I decided to turn off the tap.

I looked up. I expected him to laugh. He didn’t.

—Is this a joke?

—No.

This can’t be happening.

—But… —I stammered— I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll work, study something, anything. Just don’t leave me without the trip.

Helena looked at Damián. Damián looked at Helena. That long, dirty look, the kind only two people who have spent years sleeping in the same bed and plotting things the rest of the house shouldn’t know about ever exchange.

—Darling —Mom said, her voice turning velvety—, I think our daughter really wants to please us.

—What are you talking about? —I asked, and a knot tightened in my throat.

Damián leaned back in his chair. He crossed his legs with the calm of someone who already has the answer ready.

—Your mother and I have been talking for a while about how to put a little spark back into the marriage. You know how it is after so many years. We talked about fantasies. My favorite one is seeing her with another woman.

—And I agreed —Helena continued, without blinking—, but on one condition. The other woman has to be you.

The fork slipped from my hand onto the plate. I heard the metal strike porcelain and cut through the air.

—What the fuck are you saying?

—What you heard —my mother said, with the same firmness she used to fire housekeepers—. I want to fuck you. Once. Damián will film us. If you do it, I’ll pay for the trip and your friends’ plane tickets. If not… tomorrow I cancel your card and find you a studio apartment.

I could feel the sun burning the back of my neck. The cicadas. The smell of jasmine. Everything that had always been mine, everything I took for granted, was suddenly hanging by a very thin thread.

—You promise this stays between the three of us —I murmured, not recognizing my own voice—. That it never gets mentioned again.

—I swear —said Damián, and for the first time in years he sounded sincere.

—Okay.

***

Helena got up. She came around the table with the same model-like stride my stepfather paid for in private lessons. When she reached my chair, she grabbed my chin and kissed me. Just like that, in front of her husband, with a warm, firm tongue, tasting of white wine and something else, something my mother had never been to me before. She shoved her tongue down my throat, tangled it with mine, sucked my lower lip and bit it until I moaned into her mouth.

—Come on, princess —she whispered when she pulled back, a thread of saliva hanging between our mouths—. Mommy’s craving something sweet.

—I’m only doing it for the money —I said, already red, already shaking.

—Liar. —Her hand slid under my skirt, pushed my thong aside, and ran two fingers through my cunt, slow, from bottom to top. She pulled them out shining, soaking wet, and held them up to the sun like evidence in a trial—. Look at this, baby. One kiss and you’re already dripping.

Damián gave a short laugh. He put Helena’s fingers in his mouth and sucked them while keeping his eyes on me.

—Like mother, like daughter —he said, savoring me—. Let’s go upstairs before this girl changes her mind.

I wasn’t going to change my mind. That was the problem.

We went up to the master suite. Damián arranged two cushions on the corner sofa, set his cell phone on a small tripod he took from a drawer —as if he had it ready, as if this wasn’t today’s idea— and checked the angle with a director’s care. Helena sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside her.

—Come here, little bitch.

—Don’t call me that.

—I’ll call you whatever I want while I’m paying your card.

The cell phone’s red light came on. A tiny, ridiculous light, and yet it was the only thing I saw for several seconds.

—Start —said Damián.

Helena grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me again, this time slower, marking every move like a director rehearsing a scene. Her fingers unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time, and I was surprised to realize she undid me better than any guy I had ever been with. She yanked my bra off and stared at my tits with the smile of a satisfied salesman.

—I’m going to teach you everything your stepfather did to me when I met him —she murmured against my ear—. It’s only fair.

—Nothing about this is fair.

—It’s the fairest thing you’ll ever get in your life.

When I was left without a bra, Helena bent down and licked my neck, down to my collarbone, down to my breasts. She sucked my left nipple with the calm of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing, took it all the way into her mouth, bit it, pulled on it with her teeth until I let out a muffled cry. Then the right one. Both nipples went hard as stones, shining with her saliva. She slipped one hand down to my skirt, opened it, yanked it off my legs along with my thong, and left me naked on the bed, trembling. My hands were clenched into fists on the sheets. I didn’t want to touch her. I didn’t want to give her the pleasure.

—Open your legs, princess. Let mommy see your pussy.

—No.

—Open them or I tell Damián to turn off the camera and there’s no trip tomorrow.

I opened them. Slowly, humiliated, my face burning. Helena licked her lips as she looked at me between my thighs. She shoved two fingers into me in one go, without warning, and laughed at the moan that escaped me.

—Look at you, piglet. Soaking wet. All wet for your mother. —She pulled them out, showed them to Damián shining with me, and then ran them over my lips—. Taste yourself. Taste how fucking good you are.

I opened my mouth for her. I sucked her fingers with my own inside me, feeling my own taste for the first time on my mother’s tongue.

—That’s it —she said—. Now touch me, princess.

I lifted my hand. Touched her hair. Then her neck. Then, almost without realizing it, her tits, much bigger than mine and hanging with a different weight than the girls I had tried bikinis on with in the mall fitting rooms. I squeezed them. Pinched her nipples. She closed her eyes and sighed like a cat.

—Suck me, princess. Suck Mommy’s tits the way I sucked yours.

I bent down and licked one nipple. Then the other. I sucked on them hungrily, unable to believe I was doing this, and yet I was, and wanting to, too. Helena guided my head downward, over her belly, over her shaved pussy, until my face was pressed between her thighs.

—Now here. Stick your tongue in here.

***

Time stopped working the way it had downstairs, in the courtyard. I don’t know how long it lasted. I know that at some point I was kneeling on the rug, my face against my mother’s thighs, breathing in a perfume that had accompanied me on planes and breakfasts and Christmases, but now pressed against a part of her body I should never have smelled. I opened the lips of her cunt with two fingers and ran my whole tongue along her, from the bottom up to the clit, the way a couple of girlfriends had done to me at sleepovers she never knew about.

—Oh yes, like that, you fucking bitch, you learned fast —Helena panted, digging her hand into my nape, shoving me deeper—. Suck my clit. Hard. Like it’s candy.

I sucked her clit. I took it into my mouth with my lips closed, tugged on it, then with my tongue flat, then with the tip, drawing circles around it. I pushed my tongue into her hole and shoved it in as far as I could, breathing over her, drowning in her wetness. She trembled, writhed, squeezed my head with her thighs.

—Good girl —said Helena, and pushed my nape down again—. Show your stepfather how much you want that trip.

—You’re both pigs —I said, my mouth full of her.

—And you’re enjoying it just like another pig. Look at your cunt dripping, Renata. You’re soaking your legs.

I went down on my mother. I’m writing it that way, plain and simple, because any other way of saying it would be worse. Her hand held my hair, setting a rhythm that forced me to breathe when she decided. Damián had pulled down his pants and was jerking himself off at the side, thick red cock in his hand, keeping the cell phone steady on the tripod, and somehow that was the most obscene part: that he no longer even pretended to be a spectator, that he joined the scene as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—Come here —Helena told him, not letting go of my head—. Put it in the girl’s mouth while she’s eating me.

Damián came closer. He pressed the head of his cock to my lips. My mouth was still full of my mother, and yet I opened it. He slid it in slowly at first, then with a shove all the way to the back, until I felt his balls against my chin. I stayed like that, choking, with my stepfather’s cock in my throat and my tongue buried in my mother’s cunt, feeling the two of them kiss over my head as if I were useful furniture.

—Suck it good, princess —he ordered, moving my face with both hands, fucking my mouth to his rhythm—. With your tongue. Suck it.

I sucked him. I sucked his cock the way my ex-boyfriends taught me, cheeks hollowed, tongue wrapped around it, and he moaned and pulled my hair and called me “daughter” and “little slut” at the same time. I sucked his balls too, one by one, while he jerked himself off in front of my face. When I looked up, Helena was smiling down at me, touching herself.

—Who would have thought you’d be so obedient?

—Shut up.

—No, say it. Say “Mommy.” For the camera.

Go to hell. The both of them.

—Mommy —I said, my mouth full of his cock.

—Again.

—Mommy.

—Good girl.

***

Then she got on all fours. She asked me to eat her ass. I refused, my face burning with shame. Damián came over, grabbed my hair with one hand and pushed my face against my mother’s spread ass cheeks with the other, never stopping filming, and for a moment I hated that man with a force I didn’t know I had in me. Then I stopped hating him. After that there was only heat, and smell, and my own tongue going in and out of Helena’s ass, and the awful idea that something in me —something hidden in a part of myself I had never seen— was responding to it. I licked her asshole slowly, in circles, as if I were hypnotized. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could. I spat on it and licked it back up.

Helena screamed. Damián laughed.

—Darling —he said, in that office tone he used to close deals—, next time you’re in the mood for a rim job, you know who to ask.

—Held to it —she answered, her legs shaking—. The girl’s got the tongue of a professional whore.

***

There was more. Helena got up, opened a drawer in the bedside table, and pulled out a harness with a black dildo, thick, veined like a real cock. She buckled it on with the calm of someone putting on earrings for dinner, tugging the straps around her thighs while Damián made me watch. When she was ready, she ran her hand over the rubber dick as if it were hers and came toward me.

—Suck it, princess. Lube it up real nice; it’s going inside you.

I sucked it. I sucked my mother’s strap-on with the same mouth I had just used on my stepfather’s cock five minutes earlier, and she looked down at me with the smile of a fat cat. Damián grabbed my hips from behind and set me on all fours, spread my ass cheeks with his thumbs, spat on my cunt.

—She’s ready —he told Helena—. The girl’s ready.

There was a tug on my hair when I lied that I was almost a virgin, and they both laughed at once, that identical howl long marriages make when the joke is at a third person’s expense. Helena slid it into me slowly first, pressing the tip of the dildo to my hole, pushing little by little until I felt myself opening all the way. When it was fully inside, she held still for a few seconds, her hands dug into my hips.

—Feel it, daughter? Feel Mommy inside you?

—Yes —I moaned into the pillow—. Yes, Mommy.

She started fucking me. At first slowly, with the cadence years give you, then faster, harder, fucking me like she would a woman she was owed. I felt her hitting my back wall, felt the harness’s rubber pouch slapping against my clit with every thrust, felt Damián’s hands pulling my hair from the front so I’d suck his cock again while his wife fucked me from behind.

—Look at her, baby —Helena said to Damián without stopping—. Look at the slut face your stepdaughter is making. She loves it. She loves it when her mother tears her pussy apart.

—Say it, Renata —he panted, fucking my mouth—. Say you love it.

—I love it —I said, and it was true, and I hated myself for saying it—. I love it, Mommy. Fuck me harder.

There was a short negotiation that I lost when she asked me to give her my ass. Damián held me open with both hands while Helena pulled the dick out of my pussy, dripping with me, and set it against my other hole. There was a sudden, deep pain, my protest muffled into the pillow, and after a few seconds that pain turned into something else, something hot and confused climbing up my spine. She fucked my ass slowly, unhurried, whispering filthy things in my ear, while Damián took me in the mouth from the other side. I was being fucked by both of them at once, my mother behind me, my stepfather in front of me, and I felt an orgasm coming that caught me off guard, treacherous, while Mom bit my shoulder and whispered things in my ear I’d rather forget. I came screaming against Damián’s cock, clenching all around Helena’s strap-on, and they both laughed at my cry at the same time.

—Your stepfather has always given you everything you ever asked for —she panted into my nape, never stopping—. The least you owe him is a full show. No edits.

—I can’t take any more —I murmured, drool running down my chin.

—Yes, you can. And you’ll be able to again.

Damián pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time. He jerked himself twice over my face and came in jets: on my forehead, on my closed eyes, on my open lips, on my tongue sticking out. Warm semen slid down my chin, hung from my eyelashes. Helena pulled the dildo out of my ass, knelt beside me, and cleaned my face with her tongue, sucking her husband’s cum off my cheeks, then spitting it back into my mouth.

—Swallow it, princess. All of it.

I swallowed it.

When it was all over, I was facedown, the sheets stuck to the sweat on my back, my ass and cunt burning, not knowing where the walls were or what time it was. Damián saved the recording in a folder whose name I couldn’t read. Helena sat on the edge of the bed, drank water, fixed her hair as if she were coming back from the salon.

—Did you like it, baby? —she asked her husband.

—The best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

—My turn, then —she said, and lay back against him. They kissed as if I weren’t there, as if I were just another towel on the bed.

I closed my eyes. I pretended to sleep. They fucked beside me without lowering their voices —I heard the wet sound of Damián’s cock entering my mother, her moans asking for more, harder, deeper— and I don’t know if it was worse hearing them or understanding, in some cowardly corner of my head, that in that family we had always been three players, and I had only just discovered what game we were in.

***

A month later, in a hammock in Cayo Levantado, one of my friends leaned toward me with a mojito in her hand.

—Renata, seriously, how did you get your stepfather to pay for everything? Flights, all-inclusive, even the massages in the suite. It’s so weird. It’s… almost suspicious.

The sun was falling on my shoulders. The sand was burning. Beyond us, the sea opened up in that impossible green only the Caribbean has.

—I’d rather not talk about it —I said.

And as I said it, I felt that new knot in my chest —shame, disgust, desire, all of it together— that had been with me since that afternoon and that, I sensed in that very instant, was never going to leave me. I ordered another drink. I closed my eyes. And instead of the sea, what appeared behind my eyelids was my mother’s face over mine, whispering, “Again.”