My Mother and I Ended Up With Five Strangers

They were already looking for each other purely for the thrill of it. The pill they’d swallowed a little while earlier was still throbbing in their blood, erasing any last trace of prudence. Soledad kissed her daughter on the mouth and held her by the nape of the neck, as if afraid the euphoria might tear her from her arms. Behind them, two guys who had joined in not long before found their chance: one went for Soledad’s ass, the other settled in behind Camila without asking permission.

Neither of them broke the kiss. They felt the change—another cock, other hands—and that detail, far from frightening them, sent a shiver through them. It was the third time they’d been fucked from behind that night, and they were keeping count.

No one was looking at them with scandal anymore. A good part of the crowd was too drunk or too high to notice them, and anyway they weren’t the only ones. Here and there, amid the tide of people, some woman let herself be pressed against an unfamiliar body, or two girls kissed amid laughter, lost in their own game.

Onstage, a blonde in tiny shorts with her guitar hanging over her bare chest was singing at the top of her lungs. Her band, all women, backed her with a fast song about the night and desire. Soledad thought she recognized the melody from some far-off summer, but she couldn’t place it. It didn’t matter. She let herself be carried along by the noise and the lights.

She bent down to suck one of her rock-star lovers and Camila imitated her beside her. While they were being penetrated, the two women used the cocks like microphones and shouted the choruses, laughing themselves stupid.

Soledad felt that nothing could go wrong. It must be the fucking pill, she thought. The panic from the beginning, the fear of being recognized, all of it had evaporated. She danced while stripping off the little clothing she had left and urged Camila to do the same. In seconds the two of them were completely naked. The people around them—men and women alike—cheered them on. Soledad was relieved to see they weren’t the only ones: the blonde who had licked her pussy a while earlier was also naked, perched on the shoulders of a tall guy, waving her arms and showing her breasts to the entire stadium.

—Let’s do that —Soledad told her daughter.

—What if Dad sees us?

—I don’t think he will... and if he does, I don’t care.

They asked their lovers to lift them up. The Big Guy and the Long-Haired One hoisted them effortlessly, and they started singing along, even though they didn’t know the lyrics. The crowd was thrilled to be able to look at the breasts of two such beautiful women. They kissed on the mouth. If anyone realized they were mother and daughter, they no longer cared. At that point in the night, nothing mattered to them.

Few suspected the truth. Some took them for sisters, because they looked too much alike. But there was one detail everyone noticed: both their faces and breasts were splashed with semen. That was wild; not even the blonde onstage had dared go that far.

Soledad and Camila licked each other. From below, Rubén snapped a photo of them with the daughter’s phone: Soledad running her tongue over Camila’s wet nipple. Then there was another just like it, but with the roles reversed.

***

Shortly after, they asked to be put down. Not out of modesty—that had already gone—but because they wanted more. Soledad asked the Long-Haired One to seat Camila on his cock. The anal penetration drew a powerful moan from the girl that only her mother heard. Soledad knelt in front of her and started licking her clit while Rubén recorded the scene.

After a few seconds, Soledad signaled to the Bearded One to come closer. She sucked his cock until it was rock hard and then stepped aside, pointing at her daughter’s sex. The guy understood perfectly. Camila took her mother’s hand: she wanted to share that moment with her. Double penetration had always driven her crazy, and she had only tried it a couple of times in her life. Doing it with Soledad, surrounded by people, felt insane and deliciously filthy.

—Do you like it, my love? —Soledad asked in her ear.

—Oh... yes... I love it! I want you to do the same, come on, Mom... go for it. It’s beautiful to have two shoved in at once.

—I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like... but being married, I never dared. I’m not letting this night pass me by.

—You fantasized about it too?

—A thousand times, my love. I think it’s something we all have in our heads, though few women dare. I want to take advantage while I can.

The one who lifted her in his arms and fucked her from behind was the Big Guy. Soledad was crazed by the strength of that man: he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. For a moment she fantasized about giving him her number and meeting him in a hotel every weekend. The Bearded One came up from the front and drove his cock into her sex before she even asked for it.

She had wanted to get herself mentally ready, to think for at least a few seconds... but reality was nothing like fantasies. The two penetrations sank in so fast that for a moment she couldn’t tell them apart. It took her a few seconds to realize the magic was right there: the two sensations fused into one enormous wave running through her whole body. The wave climbed to her throat and burst out as a scream. And then another scream came, and another. The Big Guy made her bounce; she jolted with the cocks going in and out. She looked at Camila and saw her face twisted with pleasure. She probably had the same expression. They took each other’s hands again and came together.

Soledad was glad her daughter was willing to try things she had never allowed herself. I should have done the same at her age, she thought. I shouldn’t have gotten married so young. Though if she hadn’t married Gustavo, Camila wouldn’t have been born, and they wouldn’t be there, enjoying such madness together. That justified everything, even the long nights when her husband had no energy left to touch her.

She had never imagined that seeing her daughter getting fucked by two men at once would turn her on so much. All her old obsession with raising a modest daughter vanished in an instant. Now she wanted her filled, wanted her bouncing on those cocks just like her. Camila’s moans, so close, infected her, and Soledad joined in the chorus.

They didn’t stop penetrating them until the blonde came down from the stage. When the audience began applauding the band goodbye, the rockers let them go. Both of them had trembling legs; it took them a few seconds to stand without help.

—Uf... that was intense, fuck. I loved it —Camila said.

—Have you had enough yet? —the Big Guy asked, smiling.

—Not even close —Soledad replied—. This doesn’t end until the show ends. And there are still bands left.

***

—So what do we do now? —Camila was already thinking of some mischief—. I know! We can take the party somewhere more private.

Soledad looked at her with concern. She feared her daughter wanted to invite those guys home, and that was unthinkable: Gustavo would be back soon. But her daughter had a different idea.

—When we came in, they searched us in a little room at the end of a hallway. There’s a metal door right below the stands. We could go there.

—But... there were guards.

—Don’t be naive, Mom. Everyone’s inside already. They must be outside, making sure nobody sneaks in.

Soledad had to admit she was right. She searched her memory: the room was small, but more than enough for the two of them and their... how many lovers? Five. Fuck, we’re with five at once, she thought, and the idea, which at any other moment would have horrified her, now turned her on. She blamed the pill once more, though she was starting to doubt it was only chemistry.

—All right. Let’s go.

They began the pilgrimage toward the back. Three of the rockers cleared the way, the other two covered them from behind, carrying their belongings. Even so, dozens of hands landed on their naked bodies. Sometimes they had to stop because curious fingers slipped between their legs, and they did nothing to pull them away. Their breasts were squeezed, their nipples pinched. If a man tried to kiss them, they turned their heads to dodge his mouth; but they had no problem reaching for the bulge over his pants. If the kiss came from a girl, on the other hand, they gladly accepted it, tongues entwined, touching and letting themselves be touched.

At one point, Camila bent down to suck a stranger’s cock. At that very moment, another man came up behind Soledad, already with his pants open, and grabbed her breasts. She rubbed her back against him and let him in. She sighed as a stranger penetrated her: a skinny guy with dreadlocks who looked to be her daughter’s age. Soledad fantasized that he was one of Camila’s college classmates. The guy moved fast, with clumsy but firm thrusts, and his cock fit her perfectly. Neither big nor small. Just right.

—This way, Mom —Camila said, taking back the lead and grabbing her hand—. I can see the hallway door. I hope we can open it.

They pushed through the crowd until they reached the metal door. As expected, it didn’t give at first. The Long-Haired One asked them to step aside.

—These doors always open inward, for safety.

With the others’ help, he kept throwing his shoulder against the metal. Another one tried, and then another, until with the Bearded One the door finally gave way with a bang. The poor guy almost fell when the hallway opened in front of him; he saved himself by bracing his arms against the walls. The onlookers turned their eyes forward again, as if saying: “This has nothing to do with us.”

Camila led the march with little hopping steps. That little slut is dying for it, her mother thought, amused.

***

The back room door opened without trouble. Inside were two people: a dark-haired, curly-headed guy who looked angry, and a skinny guy with long hair who was keeping time with the music by nodding his head and tapping his feet. Both were seated on a bench against the wall, with their hands cuffed behind their backs. The dark-haired one stared slack-jawed at the sight of the two naked women coming in.

The skinny one took a few seconds to register the crowd. He was humming something and stopped dead when he saw Camila. He lifted his gaze to her breasts and then moved it to Soledad.

—Well, damn... did the sky crack open and the little angels fall out?

Soledad found it funny. The skinny guy seemed even more high than they were.

—Sorry, guys —Camila said—. We don’t want to bother you. Pretend we’re not here.

The one who pretended they weren’t there was her: she knelt in front of the guy in the burgundy shirt and started sucking him off.

—Hey! Freebies and nobody tells me? —the cuffed skinny guy protested. Nobody answered him.

Soledad also got on her knees and, doubling down, took care of the Big Guy and the Bearded One at the same time. The other two waited their turn and closed the door.

—Hey, are you guys in some huge band? —the skinny guy asked—. Because otherwise I don’t get how you managed to land these two babes.

—I don’t get it either —the Long-Haired One replied—. Both of them are pretty wasted.

—Make that three —said the skinny guy—. Don’t you have anything to drink?

—No, dude. Nothing.

—Check that drawer —Camila cut in, pulling Rubén’s cock out—. They took a little bag of pills from me when we came in. They must have stored them there.

The drawer opened on the second pull. The Long-Haired One was left holding the cabinet door, old and flimsy; but that display of strength made Soledad’s pussy start pouring. She moved to the table and pressed her breasts against it. The Bearded One and the guy in the burgundy shirt jostled for position with their elbows while she waited, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands. The Bearded One won. He lined up his cock, and just before pushing it in, Soledad asked:

—From behind. Give it to me from behind.

The two men in cuffs stared at her, their jaws hanging open. In years of following bands all over the country, they’d seen strange situations and very willing women, but never two like Soledad and Camila, ready to get fucked by everyone at once.

Soledad moaned when the cock slid in. The guy started fucking her without mercy. Camila wanted the same treatment, moved beside her, and spread herself open. This time the guy in the burgundy shirt got in before someone could steal his spot.

—I found it! —the Long-Haired One shouted just as Camila was being penetrated. He held the little bag aloft.

—That’s to share! —the cuffed skinny guy shrieked.

—Relax, there’s enough for everyone —the Long-Haired One assured him.

He started handing them out. Standing at the edge of the table, Soledad and Camila took the chance to suck him off. One pill went into the skinny guy’s mouth, another into the curly-haired dark-haired guy’s. The only one who didn’t want one was the guy in the burgundy shirt.

—I don’t need any of that to have a good time.

—Good for you —the Long-Haired One told him, swallowing his own.

—Enjoy them —Soledad said—. My daughter paid dearly for hers.

—Really? —the skinny guy asked, his pupils dilated.

—Yeah —Camila replied—. I didn’t have any money, so I paid with my body. And I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.

Soledad got another rush. Something that would horrify any mother turned her on. It excited her to know her daughter had given up her body in exchange for pills. It was insane, yes, and it was her own daughter; but for some reason that made it even hotter. She blamed the chemistry again, though she almost didn’t believe it anymore. Maybe there’s something broken in my head, she thought. Only a very sick woman gets turned on by this.

—I want another —she said, to shake off those thoughts.

—Mmm... one more and that’s it —the Long-Haired One warned her—. You don’t fuck around with this stuff.

He and the Big Guy each took one. One they placed on Camila’s tongue, the other on Soledad’s. Both women were left with their mouths open, their bodies shaking with the thrusts from behind. The cocks were shoved into them and, while they were being sucked, they swallowed the pills.

The effect hit within seconds. Soledad’s unpleasant thoughts dissolved into a waterfall of filth. Yes... I love it when they fill her. I’m going to ask her to do it again, and record it. I want to see them fuck her. I want both of us to be that much of a pair of sluts. This time she didn’t feel guilty. She enjoyed it. Once again the certainty came over her that everything was perfect and nothing could go wrong.

Camila felt the same. She was also hugely turned on seeing her mother turned into those men’s toy. She was fulfilling one of her wildest fantasies: having sex next to her mother. And with her. That idea had been haunting her since the day she came home and caught Soledad masturbating on the bed. She had her legs wide open and her fingers going in and out. Camila spied on everything in silence until her mother was done. Later she would touch herself thinking about that image. Since then, the idea had only kept growing.

To keep penetrating them while they were at it, the rockers moved the table away from the wall and took it to the center. Camila lay on her back and Soledad settled on top of her, in a perfect sixty-nine. The two cuffed men got hard just watching a mother and daughter devouring each other as if they’d been lovers for years.

—Hey, uncuff me, I want some too —the skinny one asked the Big Guy.

—I don’t have the keys, kid.

—There weren’t any in the drawer —the Long-Haired One noted—. And the handcuffs go behind that pipe. No way out. You’ll have to wait for the guard.

—That son of a bitch cuffed me for smoking a joint. That’s all!

—You look like there was more to it than just a joint —the Big Guy said.

—And him? —he asked, pointing at the curly-haired dark-haired one.

—He grabbed the guard’s ass —the skinny guy burst out laughing—. I don’t blame him, the girl is hot as hell.

Soledad was tempted to tell them she had licked that same guard’s pussy a while earlier. She said nothing: her tongue was busy with her daughter’s clit, which was soaked through. The rockers took turns freely: to the mouth, where they sucked them happily; to the sex, enjoying how wet they were; or from behind, where there was no resistance left at all.

The orgasms came more than once. Camila’s juices splashed her mother’s face, and Soledad’s bathed her daughter’s. Sex between women, incest, group sex... all fantasies that had been throbbing inside Soledad for months, years, and were now real and more intense than she had imagined. And the cherry on top was still to come: infidelity. Gustavo can go to hell, she thought, with an old bitterness. He deserves the horns. He deserves them.

They were having a marvelous time when the door opened. It was Patricia, the security guard. Seeing the room full of people, she flinched, not quite understanding. There were five men with their cocks out and two naked women, covered in semen and sweat, licking each other on the table. When Camila turned her head, she recognized her instantly. And she would never have imagined the other one was her mother, but there she was. Soledad didn’t even flinch: she was still with her mouth pressed to her daughter’s pussy. She only reacted when the guard spoke.

—Can someone explain what the fuck is going on here?

—Oh shit, we’re fucked —the cuffed skinny guy muttered—. The cops showed up. Now we’re all going to jail for sure.