Diego’s Stepmother Was Hiding Something Under Her Bikini

My name is Mateo, and that summer I had just turned twenty-four. I was an ordinary guy, with a couple of serious relationships behind me and not much else to tell. Nothing in my life foreshadowed what happened that July afternoon.

My best friend was named Diego, and I spent almost every hot day with him. The reason was simple and a little embarrassing: his house had a pool, and mine didn’t. Every morning I crossed the neighborhood on my bike and set myself up in his garden as if it were my own.

And there she was. Salomé, Diego’s stepmother. I don’t know how to describe a woman like that without it sounding exaggerated. I’d known her for almost ten years, since she married Diego’s father, and not a single day went by when I didn’t steal sidelong glances at her.

Salomé was Venezuelan, dark-skinned, and very tall. She had long dark hair, huge tits that bounced as she walked, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Her voice was sweet and slow, with that warm accent that effortlessly undid you.

Whenever she saw me arrive, she’d smile and affectionately ruffle my hair. As a child that gesture made me uncomfortable. As an adult, though, it gave me goosebumps and forced me to cross my arms to hide the erection showing in my shorts.

That day was an ordinary Tuesday. Diego and I were in the water, splashing each other like a couple of kids, when she came out into the garden with a towel under her arm. I felt the heat rush to my face before it reached the rest of my body.

Easy, Mateo. She’s your friend’s stepmother. Breathe.

But I didn’t breathe properly. Salomé was wearing a black bikini that looked painted onto her skin, and when she lay down in the hammock and stretched out in the sun, I felt my cock hardening inside my trunks in a way that was hard to hide even under water.

Diego suddenly remembered he had to go inside to get something. He climbed out of the pool, dried his feet, and disappeared into the house. At that very moment, Salomé turned her head toward me.

—Mateo, can you come here for a second, please? —she said, without opening her eyes.

—Wait, I’m swimming —I answered, trying to buy time.

—It has to be now.

I didn’t know what to make up. I adjusted my dick as best I could beneath the waterline, took a breath, and climbed out. I walked toward her trying to keep the towel in front of me, but she saw me anyway and let out a low, amused laugh, like someone catching a prank.

—Pablito… —she began, then corrected herself at once—. Mateo, can you put a little oil on my body? The sun’s really strong today.

—Shouldn’t Diego do that for you? —I asked, my throat dry.

—Diego isn’t here. And I can’t reach my back on my own. Help me, come on.

***

I couldn’t refuse. I took the bottle of tanning oil she offered me, sat on the edge of the hammock, and let a golden stream fall over her shoulders. I began spreading it slowly, with open palms, feeling her brown skin turn soft and shiny beneath my fingers.

The more I touched her, the harder it became to think. I moved down her back, over the curve of her waist, to the start of her hips. She breathed deeply and let out little sighs that raised the hair on the back of my neck and made my cock throb against the wet fabric of my swimsuit.

Then, without warning, she reached behind her and untied the top of her bikini. She let it fall onto the hammock and stayed there, facing the sun, her tits bare, her brown, erect nipples pointing at me without the slightest hint of shame.

—Put some on the front too —she said, looking me in the eyes—. Don’t be shy.

I swallowed. I poured more oil into my hands and brought them to her tits. Her skin was warm, the flesh firm and heavy under my palm. I kneaded them slowly, hypnotized, feeling her nipples harden even more against the center of my hand. I brushed one with my thumb and she let out a low moan that shot straight through my groin. I kept stroking them for several minutes, squeezing, playing with her nipples between my fingers, until a flash of clarity crossed my mind.

—Salomé, Diego could be back any minute. We should stop.

—Relax, darling —she murmured, catching my wrist softly and guiding my hand back to her chest—. I sent him into town to run some errands. He’ll take a while. We’re alone.

That sentence was like lighting a fuse. I didn’t think about the consequences. I leaned in and kissed her, expecting her to pull away. She didn’t. She kissed me back with an urgency that left me breathless, sliding her tongue into my mouth, sucking my lips, setting the rhythm, showing me how she wanted to be kissed. With one hand she reached for my cock over my swimsuit and squeezed it, measuring it, smiling against my mouth when she felt how hard it was.

—Come upstairs, to my room —she panted against my lips—. Not here.

***

We went up the stairs almost stumbling, laughing like two conspirators. Her room was dim, the blinds half lowered and the fan stirring cool air. We collapsed onto the bed and kept kissing, her hands tangled in my hair, mine tracing her sides, grabbing her ass over the bikini.

I moved down her neck, her collarbone, until I buried my face between her tits. I licked one nipple, sucked it whole, tugging at it with my lips, and she moaned louder and dug her nails into my shoulders. I switched to the other and did the same, nibbling it lightly while she whispered for me not to stop, to suck them as much as I wanted.

My hand slid down her stomach, unhurried, until it reached the edge of the bikini bottoms. And then I felt it. A bulge. Not a small one, not a wrinkle in the fabric. A firm, obvious bulge beneath my palm. I froze, my hand still and my breath held halfway in my chest.

Salomé opened her eyes and looked at me with an odd calm, as if she’d been waiting for that moment all along.

—What is it, my love? —she asked softly—. Did you feel something you weren’t expecting?

—You… have… —the words wouldn’t come out.

—I’m a trans woman, Mateo. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid of how you’d react. —She paused and looked away—. If you want to leave, I understand. I won’t hold it against you.

I sat up on the bed, my heart pounding in my ears. I had never been attracted to men. I had never been with a trans woman. Everything I thought I knew about myself wavered in a second.

What if I let this pass and regret it for the rest of my life?

Salomé started to get up, gathering the towel, giving me the space to escape. And it was seeing her walk away that decided it for me. I didn’t think anymore. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the bed.

She looked at me, surprised, and then smiled. That smile changed everything.

***

I pulled her bikini bottoms down with clumsy fingers, tugging the fabric over her hips, and freed her from the garment that was tightening around her. What appeared left me speechless: a thick, long, dark, smooth cock, the glossy head already beaded with a drop of pre-cum. It contrasted with the lighter skin of her thighs and rested heavily against her stomach. I stared at it, paralyzed between bewilderment and a curiosity I had never felt before.

—What’s wrong, Mateo? —she laughed, amused—. Never seen one this close before?

—Never —I admitted, unable to look away.

—Do you want to touch it? It doesn’t bite. —Her voice had turned into a hoarse whisper—. Only if you want to.

I brought my hand closer slowly, almost afraid, and wrapped my fingers around it. They didn’t quite close. It was hot, throbbing, hard as stone beneath incredibly soft skin. I moved it up and down awkwardly, drawing the skin back from the head, and another clear drop welled up from the tip. Salomé let out a long moan and threw her head back against the pillow, and that sound of hers lit me up in a way I couldn’t explain.

—Like that, my love, harder —she guided me, closing her hand over mine and setting the rhythm—. See how good it feels? It’s a cock, just like yours, except mine is the one I’ve got.

I jerked her off like that for a while, learning the motion, feeling her whole cock swell under my fist. She started moving her hips, pushing against my hand, fucking my fist with short thrusts, and each push tore another rougher gasp from her.

—What if you taste it? —she murmured—. You’ve never done it, have you?

—No. Never.

—There’s always a first time. And you’re going to like it, you’ll see. Come on, suck it slowly.

I leaned in, hesitated for a moment with parted lips an inch from the head, and finally let myself go. I ran my tongue over the tip first, tasting the salty pre-cum, discovering a new texture. I licked the whole head, circling it with my tongue, and then I dared to open my mouth and take it inside. It barely fit. I slid it halfway in and pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva glistening over the dark skin.

She threaded her fingers into my hair, not forcing me, just guiding me, setting a slow rhythm.

—Like that, slowly —she whispered—. Suck the tip, yes, with your tongue there… nibble it gently, yes, my love, like that.

I grew more confident with every movement. I took her deeper, until the tip hit the back of my palate and I gagged a little. I pulled back, breathed through my nose, and went down again, this time more slowly, swallowing almost all of it. Salomé moaned louder and shook her hips against my face.

—Fuck, yes, take it down, darling —she panted—. Oh, what a sweet mouth you have, Mateo.

I found a rhythm. I took her in and out of my mouth for minutes, while with one hand I stroked her dark, heavy balls and with the other I kept jerking her from the base. Salomé didn’t stop moaning, writhing on the sheets, repeating my name, and hearing her like that pushed me to keep going, to surrender to something I had never imagined for myself. My own cock had gotten harder than ever inside my trunks, and I squeezed it with my free hand over the wet fabric.

—Fuck, Mateo —she panted, her breathing broken—. For someone who doesn’t like this, you’re sucking it way too well. I’m going to come if you keep going like that.

I sped up. I sucked the tip hard, flicking my tongue beneath the head with little jolts, and felt her whole body tense under me. She closed her thighs around my head, dug her fingers into my nape, and arched her back.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, darling, pull it out if you don’t want to swallow it —she moaned through clenched teeth.

I didn’t pull it out. I don’t know why, but I didn’t. I left it inside my mouth and felt the first lash of hot cum hit the roof of my mouth, then another, and another, filling my mouth with a thick, salty stream. I swallowed it with difficulty, never stopping sucking, while she shuddered and gasped my name. When she went still, I let her cock go slowly, my lips shining and a thread of semen dripping down my chin.

I didn’t answer. I had no words. I only knew that the shy boy who had climbed those stairs was no longer the same one now kneeling on her bed, his mouth full of the taste of another cock, discovering a desire he hadn’t even known lived inside him.

Salomé grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of her. She kissed me on the mouth without disgust, searching for her own taste on my tongue, and slipped her hand inside my trunks. She grabbed my cock and jerked it hard, fast, almost mercilessly.

—Now it’s your turn, my love —she whispered in my ear—. Come for me, like this, in my hand.

It took only a few strokes from her. I’d been holding back for so long that I exploded at once, coming in thick spurts that stained her fingers, her stomach, and the edge of her tits. She laughed, satisfied, and brought her wet fingers to her mouth to suck them in front of me without looking away.

***

We were so lost in each other that neither of us heard the car in the driveway. It was the slam of the front door downstairs that ripped us out of our trance. Diego was back.

—Shit! —I blurted, springing up.

I looked for my trunks on the floor and yanked them on, my hands shaking and my cock still only halfway down. Salomé, on the other hand, moved with astonishing calm, straightening her clothes, though that tiny bikini barely managed to hide the cock she’d had in my mouth a minute earlier.

—I was hoping for a lot more —she told me, tying her hair into a makeshift ponytail—. Next time I’m going to take it all the way up your ass, you’ll see.

While I tried to catch my breath, she scribbled something on a piece of paper and slid it into my hand. It was her phone number. She smiled, came closer, and gave me one last kiss, brief and full of promises, biting my lower lip before letting me go.

I went down the stairs trying not to let my face betray me, with the taste of her cum still at the back of my throat. Diego was in the kitchen, taking soft drinks out of the bags, completely oblivious to what had just happened one floor above.

—And my stepmother? —he asked, without looking up.

—Taking the sun, I think —I lied, with the steadiest voice I could fake.

I went out into the garden and sat on the edge of the pool, my feet in the water and the folded paper burning inside my fist. I didn’t fully understand what had happened. I had kissed Salomé, yes. But I had also discovered her secret, sucked her off until she came in my mouth, swallowed her cum, and liked it.

I was confused, that much was undeniable. My head was a whirlwind of unanswered questions. And yet, amid all that bewilderment, there was only one clear thought, pounding hard in my cock once again beneath my trunks: I was already counting the hours until the next time I met her.