What My Mother Did for Me Under the Wedding Table

Marisol was still a young woman, with long, straight, light brown hair and very fair skin. The most striking thing about her body was her broad, full hips, which supported an ass impossible to look away from. Those curves didn’t just draw the eyes of men in any room: that night, they also drew the eyes of her own son.

The two of them were at a wedding, in a huge banquet hall, sharing the same round table while the music barely let anything be heard.

—I saw you, Adrián —she said, narrowing her eyes—. What are you staring at your cousin for?

—Nothing, Mom, come on —he replied, taking a drink from his glass—. It’s just that something caught my attention, that’s all.

—Oh, yeah? What kind of thing? Don’t go acting like a pervert on me. She’s my sister’s daughter, you’re blood relatives. Don’t make things up.

—Really, I wasn’t looking at her ass or anything like that.

—Her ass? Show some respect, I’m your mother. What kind of way is that to talk?

—I wasn’t looking at anything, Mom. If you calm down, I’ll explain.

Marisol drank again, now with some insistence, and looked at him over the rim of her glass. Adrián snorted and rolled his eyes, frustrated that she didn’t want to understand him.

—It’s just not natural the way you’re drinking —he said, and took the glass from her hand—. Can you ease up a little?

—Oh, and what’s it to you? —she snatched the glass back—. I’m your mother, this table does what I say. And so you know, I’m not the one going around staring at my cousin’s ass.

—Now you say ass too? —Adrián raised an eyebrow, amused.

—You said it was natural —she defended herself, pouring herself more.

—I’m telling you, I wasn’t looking at Camila’s anything.

—Well, that’s stupid, the girl is gorgeous —murmured Marisol, finishing what was left in her glass.

His own mother had just said that.

—I was looking at her dress! —Adrián finally blurted out—. It’s exactly like yours.

Marisol lowered the glass slowly and searched the crowd for her niece. Camila, in fact, was wearing the same cherry-colored, fitted, off-the-shoulder dress as she was.

—Hey, that’s true —she said, surprised—. It looks like mine.

—It doesn’t just look like it. It’s identical.

—You’re right. It’s the same one, the little bitch copied me.

***

Marisol beckoned her niece over and the girl came right away, smiling, glass in hand.

—Tell me, Auntie, what’s up?

—Did you see we’re wearing the same dress?

—Yeah —Camila laughed—. Look at it the good way, we look like sisters.

The two of them laughed, but Marisol was glancing sideways at her son, who couldn’t take his eyes off his cousin’s ass. Something warm and dangerous rose through her chest.

—Well, it looks better on you than on me, my love —she said, and gave her a couple of soft pats on the cheek of her ass.

—Haha, you think so? —Camila spun all the way around to show it off.

—You’re gorgeous. You must be keeping your boyfriend very happy, right? —and she patted her again, this time a little harder, glancing sideways at Adrián.

—I hope so, Auntie. Anyway, I’ll be right back.

Camila headed off toward the dance floor. Marisol turned her head toward her son, who was barely pretending.

—And well? Aren’t you going to say anything?

—She looked really good —he admitted.

—Yeah? Did you enjoy the view, you pervert?

—Uff, you have no idea. Those little smacks you gave her made it bounce so fucking nicely.

Marisol kept a straight face, not blinking, her eyes fixed on him.

—You were picturing her in your head with what you saw, weren’t you? Sick bastard.

—And what did you want me to do? You saw how she looks.

She slammed her palm down hard on the table. Adrián jumped.

—Daniel —she said, using his full name the way she did when he was a child—. We’re wearing the same dress. And if you haven’t noticed, Camila and I are almost the same size.

—But…

—Nothing but. Do you like looking at my ass too? Because right now there’s no difference at all.

—Mom, no, that’s different —he stammered.

—It didn’t bother you with your cousin. Why does it with me?

—Because you’re my mother.

At that moment someone came over to say hello. Marisol stood up to hug the woman and, doing so, turned her back on her son. Suddenly Adrián had his mother’s ass just inches from his face, an almost exact replica of the one he had just seen on his cousin. He swallowed and didn’t look away.

When she sat back down, she looked at him again.

—Did you at least enjoy it?

—A lot. I’d never been that close. Thanks.

—Thanks? Something’s wrong with you, son. I don’t know where you picked up those habits.

***

Her gaze dropped instinctively and she froze. Under the fabric of his pants, Adrián’s erection was impossible to hide.

—Oh, God —she murmured, covering her mouth.

—And now what? —he asked.

—You… you… —the words wouldn’t come.

—Me what? Move your hand, I can’t understand you.

—That, son. That —she indicated the bulge with her eyes.

Adrián looked down at his own legs and realized it. It was about to split his pants open.

—Sorry, Mom. I don’t know what happened to me.

—Is it because of me or your cousin?

—I don’t know. I had both of you close. I’m a man, Mom, my body reacts. You can’t expect me not to feel anything with you two that close.

—And are you okay? It looks like it’s squeezing you.

—It stings. It’s squeezing me a lot.

—For God’s sake, it looks like you’re going to rip your pants.

—I think we’d better go home.

—Yes, that’ll be best. But you can’t get up like that, look at what you’ve got.

—Then what do I do? —he asked, frightened.

Marisol looked from side to side. The table was empty, everyone else was dancing or talking farther away. She took another long drink, bit her lip, her fingers drumming against the tablecloth.

—Let’s see. I don’t even know who’s sicker, you for getting turned on by your mother and your cousin, or me for letting you. Take it out.

—What? Have you lost your mind? I can’t do that here.

—Let go of my arm, you’re hurting me. We can’t leave like this, and we’re alone at the table. Do you want my help or not?

—Yes, I do —he answered at once.

—Then go on. Take it out.

Adrián freed it from his pants. It sprang upward like a release.

—Holy Mother of God —she whispered, staring without blinking—. Look at how you’ve got it.

—Mom, it hurts.

—Of course it hurts, it’s huge. And thick.

—You’re not helping, you’re making it worse.

—It’s been so long since I’ve seen one that size —she said, and for the first time it didn’t sound like a reproach.

—Mom, there’s already liquid coming out.

—Get farther under the table so it can’t be seen.

Adrián dragged his chair in to hide his legs beneath the tablecloth.

***

—Camila! —Marisol called suddenly—. Come here, sweetheart.

—What are you doing? —Adrián asked, alarmed.

—You shut up and enjoy it.

The girl came over again. As soon as she arrived, Marisol stood up, hugged her, and slowly turned her until she was with her back to Adrián, giving her son a privileged view of his cousin’s ass.

—Oh, Auntie, what’s with the hug? —Camila laughed, hugging her back.

—I haven’t seen you in a while, and we’re about to leave. I wanted to say goodbye properly.

Over the girl’s shoulder, Marisol saw her son frozen in place and gave him a look with her eyes: do it now.

—That’s a shame, Auntie. We should see each other more often —Camila said, oblivious to everything.

Under the table, Adrián began to move, slowly at first, with his cousin’s ass a handspan from his face.

—I know, my love —Marisol went on, taking Camila by the waist—. I hadn’t realized how beautiful you got.

Adrián had his eyes fixed on the taut fabric, on the line of the thong showing through. He sped up.

—Oh, thank you, you think so? —Camila had the slightest idea of what was happening behind her back.

—Of course I do. You should give me a little of that.

Marisol slid her hands down to the base of her niece’s buttocks and gave her a few light pats to make them bounce. The sight sent Adrián’s pace surging.

—Haha, don’t say that, you’re gorgeous too.

—But I don’t have nearly as much as you, honey. Hey, are you tired of dancing yet?

—My legs are numb from sitting.

Marisol gave her son one last look and took Camila’s hands.

—Let me see, give me your hands. Stretch. But don’t bend your knees.

The girl obeyed, leaning farther and farther forward without bending her legs, revealing a spectacular profile. For Adrián it was too much. He clenched his teeth to keep from making a sound.

—That’s it, my love, a few seconds more… There.

—Uff, that stretch felt so good. Well, see you in a bit —Camila straightened up and walked away, suspecting nothing.

***

Marisol went up to her son without sitting down.

—And well? Did you take advantage of how I set your cousin up for you?

—Uff, Mom, I loved it. She’s just as hot as you. But I couldn’t finish, it was too little time.

—Oh, you’re such an idiot. I had her right in your face.

—I know, but I need more time.

—Well, I can’t keep her here all night.

—And if… you help me?

Marisol’s eyes went wide.

—Have you lost your mind? How am I supposed to help you? I’m your mother, don’t forget that.

—It wouldn’t be that bad, think about it. You’re wearing the same dress as her, your body is almost the same. I’m just going to imagine you’re Camila.

She drew in a breath, drank half her glass in one swallow, bit her lip, cracked her fingers. She didn’t know what to answer. And yet, something in her belly had already decided for her.

—Do it quickly, before I change my mind.

She turned her back to him and offered him the whole view of her ass cinched in that cherry dress.

—Uff, Mom. Honestly, you’re even better than she is.

—Hurry up, you pervert.

—Can you back up a little more?

Marisol took two steps back, until her ass was just inches from her son’s face, pretending to look for someone in the crowd to hide it. Beneath the tablecloth, Adrián began moving again.

—God, this feels so good, Mom.

—Don’t take long, please, this is already too much.

—Can you lean forward a little? Like my cousin?

Marisol bent forward without flexing her knees, giving him the same image Camila had, but closer, more hers, more forbidden. Adrián quickened the pace, holding in every gasp.

—For God’s sake, Mom, you’re a thousand times better than she is.

—Do you like what you see? —she asked, turning her head just a little.

—I love your ass, Mom.

She straightened again, once more just inches from him.

—Mom, a little more, I’m almost there.

—I can’t stay like this all night, people are going to think it’s weird.

—I need to finish, I’m almost done.

Marisol hesitated for a second. Then, in a very low voice:

—Fine. Kiss them for me.

—Seriously? —he asked, incredulous.

—Quickly, before someone sees you.

Adrián didn’t think twice. He brought his mouth close and began kissing her buttocks over the fabric, while still moving under the tablecloth.

—Do you like it, you dirty boy?

—I’m obsessed with it, Mom. A thousand times more than Camila’s.

—Then enjoy it. I understand that as a man you have your needs —she said, and there was no reproach left in her voice—. Can I touch them? —he asked.

—Do whatever you want to them, but hurry.

Adrián lifted a hand and stroked that firm, warm ass through the dress.

—Why the change of attitude, Mom?

—I’m not made of stone, son. I have needs too, just like you.

***

Marisol looked from side to side. No one. Then she did something neither of them expected: she bent down and crawled under the table.

—Mom —he whispered, startled.

—Shhh. This is only going to happen once, you hear me?

Beneath the tablecloth, kneeling on the floor between her son’s legs, Marisol said nothing else. She took the erection in her hand and brought it to her mouth.

—Mom… what a mouth you have. Thank you.

—Shhh. Keep quiet, will you?

She started sucking it carefully, attentive to any noise coming from the dance floor. Adrián pretended to look at his phone, his knuckles white against the edge of the table, while inside he was burning up.

—You’re so good, Mom —he murmured, barely moving his lips.

She quickened, and a couple of times had to stop because of the size. Then she started again, determined, never lifting her head.

—I’m going to cum, Mom.

Marisol peeked out for an instant from under the tablecloth.

—I told you: this happens only once. I’m going to swallow it. Finish спокойно.

And she took him back into her mouth. Adrián put a hand on her neck, just barely, and stopped holding back.

—Now, Mom. Now.

He came into her mouth, and she took it all without spilling a drop, swallowing each spasm while the music kept playing a few feet away, oblivious to everything.

A few seconds later she came out from under the table, fixed her hair, and returned to her seat as if nothing had happened.

—You have to be more careful —she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin—. What you’ve got isn’t normal. Learn to be gentle with girls’ heads.

—Didn’t you like it, Mom?

She looked at him for a long while, with something new in her eyes.

—I loved it —she admitted quietly—. Just be more considerate with whoever lends you her mouth. In this case, your mother.

And she drank the last of her glass, never taking her eyes off him, fully aware that this was not going to stay a one-time thing.