What the Two Mothers Planned That Night

El Marabú was the busiest dive in the city center, and that night the corner table was reserved to celebrate Bruno’s twenty-first birthday. The music bounced off the dark walls, the lights spun over the dance floor, and the guest of honor toasted surrounded by friends. However, the gazes in the place weren’t directed at him, but at the two women accompanying him.

Lorena, Bruno’s mother, had a generous chest that no blouse could hide. That night she wore a fitted white shirt, and every time she leaned in to speak, the neckline opened a little more than it should have. Beside her was Patricia, Iván’s mother, Bruno’s best friend. Thinner, with long legs and an ass that made anyone who passed nearby turn their head.

Behind the bar, two waiters watched them without hiding it.

—What a pair —Rubén muttered while drying a glass—. The one in the white shirt has some scandalous tits.

—Don’t even get me started on the other one —Damián replied—. I’ve spent the whole night pretending to clean that table just to see her ass when she stands up.

—Do you think they’re real? —Rubén asked, nodding toward Lorena’s chest.

—They look natural. And that’s what makes them even better.

Damián set the tray down on the bar and smiled, an idea already forming in his head.

—Tonight the birthday boy is going to get a gift he isn’t expecting —he said—. And so are we.

***

At the table, Bruno and Iván had had several drinks. They’d been friends since high school, almost brothers, and the alcohol that night loosened their tongues more than usual. Iván leaned toward his friend’s ear, lowering his voice so the music would cover what he was about to say.

—I’m going to confess something to you, but don’t get mad.

—Spit it out —Bruno replied, amused.

—Your mother is smoking hot. I’ve spent the whole night unable to look her in the face.

Bruno laughed. Instead of getting irritated, he took a long drink and shot back at him.

—I know. And don’t think yours is falling behind. That dress does no justice to the ass she’s got.

—Doesn’t bother you that I say it?

—Not at all —Bruno answered with a shrug—. It’s my body talking, not my head. I feel the same way about yours, so we’re even.

The two of them looked at each other and burst out laughing like accomplices. There was something liberating about saying it out loud, about discovering the other one thought exactly the same thing. They had another round while watching their mothers laugh together, oblivious to the conversation brewing three meters away.

***

Damián came over to the table carrying a tray full of shot glasses.

—Courtesy of the house for the birthday boy —he announced, handing out the glasses to everyone—. And a special round for the two most elegant ladies in the place.

—Oh, no, I don’t want any more —Lorena protested, laughing.

—I can’t have you refusing me, ma’am. It’s the best drink at the bar. I insist, even if it’s just a sip.

Lorena and Patricia looked at each other for complicity, counted to three, and emptied the glasses at the same time. The table erupted in applause. Bruno hugged his mother, proud, while Iván raised his toward Patricia.

—You’re the best, Mom! —he shouted.

When the atmosphere reached its peak, Damián returned with a different tray. On it were several plastic spheres in different colors.

—Tonight, since it’s a special night, we’re going to play —he explained—. Inside each sphere there’s a slip of paper. Two red, two green, the rest blank. Whoever draws a color wins a prize.

Rubén passed the spheres out one by one. What nobody at the table knew was that the distribution had been arranged in advance: the spheres with colored slips landed exactly in the right hands.

—Red! —Iván exclaimed.

—Green! —Patricia said.

—Red! —Bruno cheered.

—Green! —Lorena finished.

—Perfect —Damián smiled—. The red ones, with me. The green ones, with my partner.

***

Damián led the two friends toward a secluded hallway, away from the noise.

—You drew red, so you get the best prize in the place —he said, lowering his voice—. Five minutes in the bathroom with whoever you want at this party.

—With anyone? —Iván asked, eyes widening.

—With anyone. And I suppose you already know who you want.

Iván looked at Bruno. Bruno looked at Iván. Neither dared say it first.

—You want my mother, don’t you, you bastard? —Bruno said at last, with a half-smile.

—I… I don’t know if…

—Don’t play dumb. You haven’t taken your eyes off her neckline all night. Come on, pick her, you’re dying to.

—Aren’t you going to punch my face in tomorrow?

—Of course not —Bruno patted his shoulder—. But then I get to choose yours. Only fair.

Iván swallowed, hesitated for a second, and finally nodded. The idea of crossing that line, even with the other man’s mother, burned inside him.

—Deal —Bruno said—. I choose Mrs. Patricia. You choose my mother.

***

Meanwhile, Rubén guided the two women toward a corner near the bathroom.

—The green color comes with a cash prize —he explained, showing an envelope—. You just have to spend five minutes in the bathroom with a stranger. Both of you will be blindfolded, and so will they. Nobody will ever know who was with whom.

—What? No, I’m out —Patricia said immediately.

—Wait —Lorena cut in, her cheeks flushed by the alcohol—. Five minutes, good money, and nobody finds out anything. That doesn’t sound so bad.

—Are you crazy?

—It’s been way too long since anyone touched me, Patricia. And I’m in the mood. Come with me, okay?

Patricia snorted, looked at the envelope, and finally gave in with nervous laughter.

—The alcohol is going to get me in trouble —she said—. Fine.

Rubén put the blindfolds on them carefully. He took advantage of every movement to brush Patricia’s waist, sliding his hand until it rested for an instant on her ass.

—Sorry, ma’am —he whispered—. I’m just adjusting the blindfold.

—You don’t have to apologize —she replied, surprised by her own words—. I’m blindfolded. I can’t see anything stopping you.

Rubén smiled and let his hands linger a little longer than necessary.

***

When everyone was inside the bathroom, Damián closed the door and pretended to lock it, although in reality he and Rubén stayed inside, watching from the shadows.

—You have five minutes —he announced—. They can talk. You can’t. Start.

Iván moved toward Lorena. Bruno, toward Patricia. In the dim light, the two friends exchanged a look of disbelief before putting their hands on the women they’d wanted all night.

—Oh, starting strong —Lorena moaned as she felt firm hands on her chest.

Iván buried his face in that neckline, licking the warm, perfumed skin while he ripped the buttons off her shirt. Her breasts spilled out, held up only by a lace bra that he pushed aside with his teeth.

—Do you like them? —Lorena asked, panting—. They’re all natural, baby. Enjoy them.

A couple of steps away, Patricia already had Bruno’s hands roaming over her hips. He pulled down his pants and offered her his erection, which she took without hesitation, stroking it to the rhythm of the music filtering through the door.

—I can’t believe what I’ve got in my hands —Patricia whispered before kneeling.

She took him into her open mouth, slow at first, then hungrier. Bruno closed his eyes, unable to believe his friend’s mother was on her knees in front of him. In the corner, Damián and Rubén had pulled down their pants and were stroking themselves in silence, devouring the scene with their eyes.

***

When the five minutes seemed about to end, something nobody expected happened.

—Switch! —Lorena ordered in a firm voice.

Everyone froze. The music kept going, but inside the bathroom a thick silence fell.

—Switch partners —she repeated, taking her hands to the blindfold.

She tore it off. Her eyes immediately searched for Bruno’s, her son’s, who was staring at her, petrified, from the other side.

—Did you really think I’d let myself be blindfolded without knowing who I was getting into it with? —she said, letting the cloth fall to the floor—. I poked a hole in it. I’ve been watching the whole time.

Patricia uncovered her eyes at the same time and locked her gaze on Iván.

—And you, my love? —she asked—. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to go in through the place where you were born?

—Mom… you knew too? —Iván stammered.

—Of course —Patricia replied—. Do you think we’re stupid? That color draw was painfully obvious. We both noticed it from the very first drink.

Lorena stepped toward her son without the slightest shame.

—These perverted waiters wanted to watch incest —she said—. Well, they’re going to get it. But on our terms.

—Come on —Patricia urged, dragging Iván toward her—, come to Mom before my heat dies down.

***

Iván stopped resisting. That woman was his mother, and the idea he had so often pushed out of his head was now right in front of him, offering herself shamelessly. Patricia leaned against the sink and arched her back, and he grabbed her by the hips and drove into her in one thrust.

—God, Mom, you’re so hot —he panted.

—That’s what you’ve got me for —she answered, moving against him—. As long as your mother has this body, you won’t be lacking somewhere to finish.

Bruno, meanwhile, had seated Lorena on the edge of the sink. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him toward her chest.

—I always wanted to know what you thought when you looked at me at home —she murmured—. Your eyes kept drifting, son. Don’t think I didn’t notice.

—I wanted you —Bruno confessed, burying his face between her breasts—. For far too long.

—Then today you get me. All of me.

The two friends exchanged one last look, this time without guilt, while they drove into their own mothers just inches apart. What had started as a game with strangers had turned into something much more forbidden, and neither of them wanted it to end.

***

Lorena was the first to notice her son was close.

—Are you going to cum, baby? —she asked, pressing him to her chest—. Do it wherever you want.

—On your tits, Mom —he begged, pulling back and taking himself in hand.

—Today you get your wish. Fill them up for me.

Bruno emptied himself over his mother’s chest with a hoarse groan, and she received every spurt with a smile, spreading it over her heated skin with her fingers. Beside her, Iván drove into Patricia faster and faster, his hips slamming against the ass he had wanted all night.

—I’m cumming, Mom —he warned.

—Inside —Patricia ordered, looking at him over her shoulder—. All the way in.

Iván obeyed. He spilled inside her, gripping her hips, while Patricia trembled with a long orgasm that left her breathless.

The two waiters, who had not stopped watching, finished almost at the same time, staining the bathroom floor. Damián was the first to speak, still catching his breath.

—Does this happen at birthdays all the time? —he asked.

Lorena straightened her torn shirt as best she could, without losing her smile, and answered while helping Patricia pull herself together.

—Only when two mothers make a deal —she said—. And you served it up to us on a platter.

They left the bathroom one by one, as if nothing had happened. At the table, the half-finished drinks were still waiting and the music kept playing. Bruno and Iván sat back down, not quite knowing what to say, until Iván raised his glass.

—Happy birthday, brother —he said, holding back laughter.

—Best one of my life —Bruno replied, clinking his against it, while their mothers toasted in silence on the other side of the table, keeping a secret that would never leave the four of them.