What My Mother Taught My Wife That Night

Marisol had been widowed for years and had never let it show in her body. She wore her hair short, at neck length, and had an almost religious obsession with order and good manners. The rest was pure nature: big breasts, wide hips, and an ass that seemed not to fit into any garment she put on. Ever since her son Adrián had gotten married, the three of them shared the same house, and living together came with its tensions. That night she would discover one she had never imagined.

Upstairs, in the bedroom, things were not going well.

—Like this, my love, bend over a little more —Adrián asked, trying to guide his wife.

—Like this? —Camila answered, with the timid voice of someone just beginning.

—Arch your back, it’s not just about lowering yourself. You have to arch it.

—I really can’t anymore.

Adrián blew out a breath. They had been married for weeks and he still hadn’t managed to make love to her the way he wanted even once. Camila was beautiful, had a body that drove men wild in the street, but in bed she froze up, cramped, didn’t understand the positions.

—Let’s see, turn over on your back and hold your legs up by the knees —he tried.

—I can’t reach! I’m cramping.

—Unbelievable. —Adrián stood up abruptly and started dressing, defeated—. We’ll try later. I’m going downstairs to watch TV.

Camila stayed seated on the bed, frustrated, feeling awkward. He went downstairs in a foul mood and flopped onto the living room sofa, in the dark, with only the glow of the screen lighting his face.

***

He changed channels several times until he found a series of videos of a woman doing glute exercises. The camera followed her as she got on all fours, as she raised and lowered those perfect ass cheeks in front of the gym mirror. Adrián kept watching, thinking about the absurdity of the situation: he had a beautiful wife and was dying to have her, but couldn’t do a thing.

Anyway, nobody can see me.

He pulled down his pajama pants and started touching himself, slowly, with his eyes fixed on those hips moving on the screen. He was so focused he didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs.

—Oh, son! What the hell are you doing?

The voice hit him like a bucket of ice water. He turned his head and, at the foot of the stairs, in a light, semi-transparent robe, stood his mother.

—Mom! Why don’t you warn me when you come down? —Adrián tried to cover himself, but he was so hard the elastic in his pants wouldn’t give.

—You’re insane, put that away —said Marisol, turning toward the wall—. I came down for water, I heard a noise. I never thought you…

—It won’t go down, Mom! —he said desperately, tugging at the waistband without success.

—Are you still at that? —She peered sideways and saw him struggling with his own crotch—. Rude boy. Respect the house, and respect me, since I’m your mother.

Marisol came closer, ready to scold him at close range, but when she was one step from the sofa, the sentence died halfway.

—Stop being such a pervert… Holy Mother of God!

She had come face to face with her son’s member. She fell silent for a moment, looking at it longer than any mother should.

—Sorry, really, sorry —Adrián babbled—. But it won’t go down and the elastic is too tight.

—Those things are done in the bathroom, not in the middle of the living room. —Marisol looked at the screen, where the woman was still on all fours—. Now I see why you’re like that. That girl has a great body.

—You’re embarrassing me, Mom.

—And you’re not embarrassed touching yourself in the living room? —To his surprise, she sat down beside him on the sofa.

—What are you doing? —Adrián tensed, not knowing where to put himself.

—Please, son. Haven’t you ever had a woman beside you while you touched yourself?

—Yes, but it wasn’t my mother.

—I used to clean you up when you were little. —She settled her robe and drank from a bottle of water on the table—. Though I can see you grew up. That’s why it’ll never fit into your pants.

There was a long, heavy silence, broken only by the distant sound of the screen.

***

—Your little wife doesn’t take care of you or what? —Marisol asked, without taking her eyes off him—. Because that won’t go down.

—We’ve been having problems. Positions are hard for her, she doesn’t know how, and I get frustrated.

—You’ve got it like a rock, son. I even think it’s thicker. —She said it with a half-smile Adrián couldn’t quite read.

—Your comments aren’t helping it go down.

—Oh, so you get turned on when your mom says things to you?

—Mom, when a man’s horny he stops thinking straight. Don’t make it harder.

—Well, maybe I can make it easier for you. —She looked at his crotch, which gave a little jolt at hearing her—. See? Your friend liked what I said.

Adrián swallowed. He knew this was wrong, that he should get up and go upstairs, but his mother’s voice and the curve of her thighs under the robe had him pinned to the sofa.

—Tell me —she went on—. What’s the problem with her?

—She doesn’t arch her back, she doesn’t relax, she cramps up. And I’ve got it so big that sometimes it doesn’t even fit.

—Let me see. —Marisol looked again—. Honestly, son, maybe it wouldn’t fit me either. It’s too thick.

—Mom!

—Does it bother you that we’re comfortable with each other?

—On the contrary. I like it. And you’re making it worse for me.

—Well. I’ve got a son who loves it when his mother talks to him like that. —She took another sip—. Go on, stroke yourself. You need it. I’m staying right here.

***

Adrián started the back-and-forth again, this time without hiding. His mother watched him with a mix of fascination and pride he had never seen in her before.

—It’s hard for you to hold it, isn’t it? —she commented.

—I always end up using both hands.

—Where did you get something that big, my boy? —Her voice had grown deeper, hotter.

—Don’t talk like that, Mom, or I’ll want to finish.

—Good. You need to. Don’t you want mommy to watch you come?

—God… —A moan escaped Adrián—. Your clothes aren’t helping either.

—Want more stimulation? —Marisol stood in front of him, fingers at the tie of her robe—. Want to see me without this?

—Take it off yourself.

And then, from the darkness of the staircase, a third voice froze them both.

—What are you doing here?

It was Camila. She came down barefoot, rubbing her eyes, and stopped when she saw her husband with his member out and her mother-in-law standing in front of him.

—Come, daughter, sit with us —said Marisol with disconcerting calm.

—For God’s sake, Adrián, are you touching yourself in front of your mother? —Camila didn’t know whether to laugh or run away.

—Don’t worry, beautiful —intervened her mother-in-law—. It’s normal. Men need to let off steam, everybody does it. It would be unfair to scold him. —She paused—. Besides, that way I can help you with your little problem.

—Did she already tell you I’m a disaster in bed? —Camila asked, lowering her gaze.

—You’re not a disaster, princess. You’re learning. But your mother-in-law can teach you.

—Really? How?

Marisol came over to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gently.

—I’m going to teach you how to use that gorgeous body you have. Let’s start with the basics. Let me see how you do oral sex.

—Here? In front of you? —Camila looked at her husband, and he, far from refusing, nodded slowly.

—I’m a lonely woman, daughter —said Marisol, almost in a whisper—. Since Adrián’s father died, I haven’t been with anyone again. Seeing you two, newly married, so full of desire… woke up something in me that I thought was asleep. And I’m not made of stone. I have needs too.

Camila looked at her for a long moment. Something in that woman’s honesty disarmed her.

—Then teach me —she said at last—. I want to be the best wife for your son.

***

—You will be. Come, kneel between his legs. —Marisol guided her to the floor, in front of Adrián—. First things first: when you’re with him, you’re his. Let yourself go, let yourself be handled.

She took a hair tie from her own hair and handed it to her.

—Tie your hair up. That way he can grab you by it whenever he wants.

Camila made a ponytail and leaned over her husband’s member. She tried to take it in her mouth, but as soon as the tip went in, it got stuck.

—I can’t, mother-in-law. It doesn’t fit.

—Yes it does. You’re doing it wrong. For a cock this thick, you have to tilt your head to the opposite side from where it points. —Camila tried again and gave up—. Come on, move aside. Watch me.

—Mom! —Adrián protested.

—Do you want your wife to learn or not? This stays between us. Right, Camila?

The girl only nodded.

—Besides —Marisol added, already kneeling in her daughter-in-law’s place—, where do you want your mother to get a cock at this age? Lend me yours for a moment.

Adrián looked at her, incredulous, but his body had already decided for him. Marisol leaned in, tilted her head with a lifetime of practice, and took it all the way in, until her lips touched the base.

—My God, Mom… —he panted, throwing his head back.

—How do you do that, ma’am? —Camila asked, fascinated, coming closer to look.

Marisol motioned for her to come closer with a finger, without taking him out of her mouth. She smiled with her eyes, showing her the exact angle, the way her throat gave. Then she began moving her head up and down with a slow, deep rhythm.

—Stop, Mom, you’re taking it all out of me —moaned Adrián.

She pulled him out, eyes wet and a thread of saliva hanging, and turned to her daughter-in-law.

—See, daughter? You have to adapt your mouth to the shape it has. His bends to the left, so you tilt your head to the opposite side, and it goes in on its own, as if your mouth were a mold.

—I want to see it again —Camila asked, with no trace of modesty left.

Marisol took him back into her mouth, this time hungrily, and Adrián had to dig his fingers into the sofa. When she took his hand and brought it to her head, giving him permission to guide her, he understood that this had stopped being a lesson.

—You’re a goddess, Mom —he panted.

—Don’t talk to her like that —Camila said, laughing nervously.

—Let him, my love —Marisol answered, taking him out for a second—. Right now it’s his instinct. You concentrate on giving your man pleasure and let him say whatever he wants. Come on, now try it yourself.

***

Camila returned to her place and, this time, with her head tilted the way she had been taught, she managed it. She took it all in for the first time.

—That’s it, my love! See how it fit now? —the mother-in-law celebrated, proud, taking Adrián’s hand and placing it on the ponytail—. Now control her, son.

He guided her maybe too fast, and Camila choked and started coughing.

—Careful, you brute! She’s barely learning —Marisol scolded him, stroking her daughter-in-law’s back—. Easy, sweetheart. Trick for next time: put your hand at the base of the cock. No matter how hard they push, they won’t hit your throat.

—Thanks for the tip —said Camila, catching her breath, and for the first time she truly smiled.

—Mother-in-law, could you teach her how to get on top? She struggles a lot.

—All right, horny kids. —Marisol got on all fours on the rug—. Camila, daughter, get beside me and follow me. First you arch your back. Like this.

—It won’t work for me.

—I know what’s happening: don’t open your legs so much, that’s advanced level. Bring your knees together and arch.

Camila closed her legs, pulled her belly in, lifted her hips, and finally got it.

—There it is! —she said, delighted.

—Perfect. And now rest your forearms out front, put your weight there, without stopping the arch. Stick your ass out. —Marisol corrected her with firm hands—. There. Now anyone can enjoy you and you’ll enjoy yourself too. All right, son. Put it in her.

Adrián positioned himself behind his wife and thrust into her in a single plunge. Camila’s whole body trembled.

—My God, mother-in-law… —she moaned, clutching the rug.

—Do you like it? —Marisol asked, seated beside them, watching her son’s hips slam against her daughter-in-law’s ass.

—Finally —Adrián panted—. Finally I’m enjoying my wife.

—Cross your ankles, sweetheart —the mother-in-law told Camila, and crossed them herself—. That way it tightens more.

—She’s much tighter now, Mom! —he exclaimed, losing rhythm from pure excitement.

—You’re welcome —Marisol replied with a smile.

***

—Mother-in-law, teach me how to ride him —Camila asked, panting.

Adrián sat on the sofa and his wife tried to mount him, but she did it abruptly, upright, and he let out a cry of pain.

—I see the mistake —said Marisol, standing up—. Stand up, sweetheart. Watch me. When you sit down, don’t do it with your back straight; lean forward and slide it in slowly. It’s much easier.

—Mom… really? —murmured Adrián, watching her slip her underwear down.

—Don’t you want to go in through the place you were born? —she said, looking him in the eye—. Doesn’t that bother you, Camila?

—Not at all, mother-in-law. If anyone deserves to enjoy it, it’s you. I’ve spent the whole night learning from the best.

Marisol bent forward, settled herself over her son’s member, and just as she had explained, slowly worked it in, leaning forward, until she sat all the way down. She let out a long moan, like a woman who had been waiting too long.

—Beautiful mommy… —Adrián held her by the hips.

—Do you like your mother’s ass, sweetheart? —She began to move, slow at first, then harder.

—I love it —he panted.

Camila came closer, kneeling beside them, not missing a thing.

—Look closely, daughter —Marisol told her between thrusts—. When you want your man to finish inside you, straighten your back, stand up straight, take your hands to your hair, and talk to him. Like this.

She rose, perfect, hands at the nape of her neck, and began squeezing as she moved faster and faster.

—You tighten so much more like that, Mom —Adrián moaned, breathless.

—Enjoy your mother’s ass, that’s what it’s there for. —Marisol’s voice cracked with pleasure—. Come for me, my love. Fill me.

—Mom, I’m going to come!

—Do it, my darling. Come where you were born, here, in front of your wife.

The thrusts became violent, uncontrolled. Camila watched them, biting her lip, just as aroused as they were. Adrián dug his fingers into those wide hips, arched, and emptied himself inside his mother with a hoarse groan that seemed never to end. Marisol never stopped moving, milking him until the last drop, until he collapsed against the backrest.

The three of them remained silent, panting, in the dimness of the living room. And Marisol, still seated on her son, looked at her daughter-in-law with a complicit smile.

—Lesson one —she said, catching her breath—. Tomorrow we continue with lesson two.