I Spied on My Mother at a Secret Party
Several weeks had passed since I discovered that my mother wasn’t going to the beauty salon as often just to get her hair done. At first it was a suspicion, then a certainty, and then an obsession. I had seen her myself leaving that place with a different smile, on the arm of a man I knew by sight, the owner of the business, a self-assured guy who had that way of looking at women as if he already knew how they were going to moan.
What was strange was that far from falling apart, my mother changed for the better. She seemed more alive, more flirtatious, less alone. She walked with a different energy, took better care of herself, laughed at anything, and sometimes even sang while cooking. As a son, part of me should have been glad. The other part, the one that tightened every time I imagined what she was doing with that man, didn’t know where to put itself.
The matter got darker when my aunt Clara started coming over to the house. She wasn’t my mother’s sister, but my father’s sister, yet between them there was an obscene kind of trust. They talked about everything, laughing their asses off, especially when they thought I was locked in my room and couldn’t hear. I did hear. Always.
One afternoon I heard my aunt say that the hairdresser, whom I’ll call Damián, had introduced her to a friend named Bruno. According to her, the guy was tall, dark, broad-shouldered, and knew how to use his body and his mouth with a brutality that left her trembling. She said it without shame, as if she were describing dinner. She also said she had already slept with the two of them together and that she wasn’t planning to die without doing it again.
My mother laughed and said she was crazy. But it wasn’t a laugh of rejection, it was one of curiosity. My aunt kept insisting, teasing her nonstop.
—You have no idea what it’s like to have two men on top of you at the same time —she told her—. One opens your legs and the other makes you watch. You feel like a delicious slut.
I was on the other side of the wall, squeezing my cock over my pants. My breathing was already off. Hearing my aunt talk like that, and hearing my mother stay silent instead of getting offended, got me hot in a sick, direct way.
A few days later, my mother went out one night saying she had a get-together with friends. She came back at dawn. She came in barefoot, wearing a robe barely closed, hair a mess, and with that slow walk of someone who has fucked herself weak. I watched her from the dim hall. When she bent to put down her bag, I saw red marks on her ass and thighs, finger-shaped prints, the marks of slaps or spanks. I also saw a thick stain drying on the inside of one leg.
I locked myself in my room and masturbated thinking about it. About who had opened her up, about how they had put her down, about how hard they must have held her to leave her ass burning.
My obsession fully caught fire two days later, when she left early to buy bread and I stopped pretending I had limits. I checked her phone. I found messages. Damián asked her if she had liked feeling two cocks alternating between her pussy and her ass while Clara kissed her. My mother replied with few words, but enough: yes, she loved it, she was still sore, and she wanted a repeat.
I read that with my cock so hard it hurt. It was no longer just about imagining. My mother was living a secret sex life, unleashed, dirty, and completely real. And I had become the hidden spectator of that life, even if she didn’t know it.
The plan presented itself on its own a week later. I had a supposed weekend outing with classmates, something that would force me to spend one night away. I told her about it at breakfast and noticed an instant spark in her eyes. She didn’t ask too much. She agreed right away, almost with relief. That was enough for me to know she already had other plans.
I waited until she showered and checked her phone again. There it was, all of it. They had arranged to meet at the small house we had on the outskirts, an isolated place with few houses around and no nosy neighbors. My aunt would be there too. Damián wrote that they were finally going to be able to be alone, that that night the two of them were going to end up full of cum and with their asses red.
I wasn’t going to miss that.
I left home in the morning with my backpack, pretending I was heading to the activity. In reality I took another route and arrived much earlier at the country house. I hid in a side shed from which I could see the living room through a crack between some old boards. From there I had an almost perfect angle. All I had to do was wait.
As soon as it got dark, they arrived. I recognized them by their voices before I saw them. My mother got out of the car in a tight black dress. My aunt wore a dark green one, shorter, with an open back. Damián opened the trunk and took out bags of beer, a bottle of liquor, and a box I couldn’t identify. Bruno got out of the front passenger seat. He was exactly as they had described him: tall, muscular, short beard, broad chest under his shirt.
They went in laughing, put on low music, and closed the curtains. The main light was left off; only the kitchen light stayed on, bathing the room in a warm yellow glow. That half-darkness made everything more intimate, dirtier, more clandestine. I could barely breathe.
They drank first. They poured drinks, toasted, and settled near the sofa. My mother sat between the two men. My aunt stayed standing, swaying her hips to the music. It didn’t take long for the game to start. She moved toward Bruno and ran her hand over his chest. He grabbed her waist and kissed her without delicacy. Damián took the opportunity to lean toward my mother and kiss her neck, slow, wet, until it made her close her eyes.
She was the first to moan. Just a sound, brief, but I heard it clearly. Damián slid a hand up her thigh, inching her dress higher centimeter by centimeter. My mother opened her legs a little in the seat, as if she already knew what was coming. Bruno kept swallowing my aunt’s mouth, squeezing one ass cheek with real hunger.
—You’re not wearing anything under this, are you? —Damián murmured, slipping his fingers under her skirt.
—Just a thong —my mother answered in a low voice.
—That’s how I like it.
I pressed my fingers against the wood. Watching him touch her lit me up with a mixture of lust and rage that made me tremble. He moved his hand between her legs, testing her through the fabric. My mother tipped her head back. Her mouth parted slightly. My aunt broke away from Bruno and let out a rough laugh.
—Look at her already like that —she said—. We’ve barely started.
Damián pulled his hand out and brought two shiny fingers to his mouth, sucking them slowly while staring at my mother. She smiled, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Then she stood up and let him unbutton her dress. When the fabric fell to the floor, she was left in nothing but a red thong and high heels. I felt a brutal stab in my crotch. It was my mother, yes, but at that moment she was also a mature, full-bodied woman, desired, putting herself on display for three people.
My aunt soon followed suit. She took off her dress and was left in black underwear. The two men watched them with open hunger. Bruno stroked my mother’s stomach, then wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and kissed her nape while Damián knelt in front of her. He pulled her thong aside and put his face between her legs.
The moan she let out was long, rough, shameless. She braced one hand on Bruno’s shoulder and the other on the wall. Damián licked her from bottom to top, opening her with his fingers, slipping his tongue into her with wet sounds, slowly at first and then with more hunger. My mother rocked her hips, seeking more, rubbing against his mouth.
Beside them, my aunt shoved Bruno onto the sofa and knelt between his legs. She opened his shirt, lowered the zipper, and pulled out his cock. Even from where I was, I could tell how big it was. Thick, dark, fully hard. She grabbed it with one hand and started sucking it with the confidence of someone who knows the job. Bruno held her hair and pushed deeper into her mouth, slowly, until my aunt had to relax her throat to take him in.
My mother could barely stay upright. Damián slid two fingers into her pussy while still eating her out. She let out a sharp cry and said, without holding back:
—Ah, yes... like that... don’t stop.
Bruno pulled away from my aunt and went to her. He kissed her on the mouth, making her taste her own juices mixed with saliva. Then he knelt behind her and pulled her thong down completely. He left it hanging from one ankle and spread her ass cheeks apart with both hands. I watched him dip his head and run his tongue over her ass, slow, insistent.
My mother jumped with pleasure and surprise.
—Fuck... —she panted—. Don’t do that to me like that or I’m going to come.
—You’ll come when I want —Bruno told her, licking her anus again while Damián kept fingering her from the front.
That was too much for me. I pulled out my cock and started masturbating silently, with short strokes, never taking my eyes off the scene.
***
All four of them were completely naked not long after. The men pushed the sofa aside and dragged two mattresses to the center of the room. It was clear they weren’t improvising. They had done this before. My mother and my aunt lay down on their backs, side by side, legs open, offering themselves without shame. Seeing them like that, naked under that warm light, left my throat dry.
Damián lay on top of my mother and went back to kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples until they stiffened. She dug her fingers into his back. Bruno, meanwhile, buried his head between my aunt’s legs and started eating her pussy with a brutality that made her arch on the mattress.
Then they switched. My aunt turned to my mother and started kissing her on the mouth, tongue deep, hungry. Damián spread my mother’s legs and rubbed the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy, soaking her even more.
—I want to hear you ask for it —he said.
—Put it in me —she answered, almost breathless—. Put it all the way in me.
He entered her in one thrust. My mother screamed. Not a discreet moan, but a clear, open scream of pure flesh, startled and delighted. Damián started fucking her with hard, dry strokes, burying himself to the hilt and coming almost all the way out before driving back in. The sound of the thrusts mixed with his breathing and Bruno’s wet sucking on my aunt’s pussy.
My mother clung to Damián’s shoulders, but Bruno quickly came up and put two fingers in her mouth for her to suck. She obeyed as if she already knew her role. She licked them, took them to the knuckles, while Damián kept wrecking her pussy with his cock.
—That’s it, good slut —said Damián—. Look at me while I fuck you.
She looked at him. I saw something in her face I didn’t know. It wasn’t tenderness or a need for company. It was pure vice. She wanted to be used. She wanted more.
My aunt sat up and straddled Bruno’s face, grinding her pussy against his mouth, while with one hand she grabbed Damián’s cock when it came out of my mother’s body and guided it back inside. Between the two women, between the two men, everything was obscene, rehearsed coordination.
Then they made my mother get on all fours. Damián positioned himself behind her and spread her ass cheeks with a slap. He gave her another, and another. The sound bounced off the walls. Her skin turned red at once.
—That’s how I wanted to see you —he murmured—. Ass up.
He spat at the entrance to her ass and put one finger in first, then two. My mother moaned, pressing her hands into the mattress. Bruno, from the front, offered his cock to her mouth. She grabbed it and started sucking while Damián worked her ass open with his fingers.
—Relax —Bruno told her, holding her chin—. Swallow and open up.
When Damián set the tip against her ass, my mother tensed. He didn’t rush. He pushed slowly, stretching her, letting her adjust to every centimeter. She let go of Bruno’s cock with her mouth and screamed with her face crushed into the mattress.
—Slowly... fuck... slowly.
—It goes in because you want it —Damián answered.
He shoved in halfway, held still for a second, then finished driving himself all the way in. My mother froze, panting hard, back arched and ass offered up. Then he started fucking her. At first slowly. Then harder. Then without any mercy. Each blow made the mattress shake.
I was already masturbating with a hand wet from pre-cum, watching my mother open her mouth to moan while they fucked her in the ass. Bruno held her hair and forced her to go back to sucking his cock between thrusts. My aunt, off to the side, was rubbing her pussy with two fingers, watching the scene with fascination.
—That’s it, swallow and take it —Bruno told her—. That cock looks so good in your mouth while they’re breaking your ass.
My mother no longer answered with words, only broken sounds. Damián slapped her ass so hard she let out a yell and came. I saw it in the jerk of her legs, in the way she clenched the sheets, in the stream of slick running down her thighs. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her from behind while sliding one hand under her belly to rub her clit.
—Again —he demanded—. I want another one.
***
Then came the switch. My aunt took my mother’s place and received Damián’s cock in her pussy while Bruno took my mother on her knees to the other mattress. He made her sit back on her heels and spread her legs. He slid two fingers into her still swollen, wet pussy, then three. Then he pulled them out and ran them across her lips.
—Suck them —he ordered.
My mother obeyed. She sucked them with a lost expression, as if she was already inside a fog of arousal she didn’t want to come out of. Bruno laid her on her back and positioned himself on top. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, opened her with the tip, and entered her in one push. My mother’s scream mixed with my aunt’s, who on the other side was being fucked without pause.
Bruno had a different rhythm. Heavier, more constant. Every time he entered, my mother’s body moved several centimeters backward. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he penetrated even deeper. Damián, still with my aunt, reached out and grabbed one of my mother’s breasts, squeezing it hard.
—Look at them fucking you —my aunt teased between moans—. In the end you liked it more than you said.
My mother let out a shaky laugh that quickly turned into a moan when Bruno changed the angle and went deeper. Then he put her on her side, lifting one leg until it was almost at his shoulder, and kept going. The wet sound of her pussy taking him again and again drove me insane.
It didn’t take long before they all mixed together again. They made my mother sit on Damián’s cock, riding him slowly at first, with her tits bouncing against his chest. Bruno positioned himself in front of her and she started sucking the head of his cock, then more and more, while going up and down on the other cock. Damián grabbed her hips and took control, lifting her and letting her fall hard onto his dick.
—That’s it, sit right —he growled—. Bounce like the slut you are here.
My mother wasn’t pretending anymore. She did it. She bounced. She impaled herself, panting with her mouth full, drooling over Bruno’s cock while the other man drove himself into her from below. My aunt knelt beside her and sucked one of her nipples, then kissed her hungrily when Bruno pulled away for a moment. Seeing my mother kissing another woman, naked, used, panting, was another brutal blow to my lust.
When they changed her position again, I knew what was coming. Damián lay on his back and sat her on his cock, with her back to him. Bruno positioned himself behind her, stroking her opened ass with the saliva-wet tip of his cock. My mother looked back over her shoulder, nervous and aroused.
—I can’t take both at once —she said, though it didn’t sound like a refusal, but like desired fear.
—Yes, you can —Bruno answered—. And you’re going to love it.
He slowly pushed the tip into her ass while Damián kept her stretched open from below. My mother screamed as soon as she felt the double pressure. She grabbed her knees, trembling, and let Bruno keep going in millimeter by millimeter. When he was finally inside, both men stayed still for a few seconds, filling her. She was breathing like she might faint.
—Fuck... fuck... —she repeated—. What a beastly thing.
Then they started moving. Short at first, just a few centimeters, coordinating so they wouldn’t slip out. Then with more confidence. Watching two cocks entering her through different holes, watching her body jerk to the rhythm of both men, was such an obscene sight that I felt like I was going to come right there and then. My mother screamed nonstop. My aunt stroked her face and kissed her mouth between her own moans, masturbating as she watched her.
—That’s it, that’s it... don’t stop... —my mother said, already conquered by pleasure.
They gripped her hips and sped up. The mattress thudded against the floor. Her breasts trembled, sweat gleamed on her stomach, and the smeared makeup gave her an even more depraved look. When she came, it was violent. She went rigid, thrown back with a hoarse moan that ended in a full-body shiver. Even so, they kept going a few more seconds, taking advantage of her body’s contractions to finish her off.
***
The ending was not delicate. It was never going to be. They lifted my mother off Damián and made her kneel beside my aunt. The two of them ended up side by side, panting, hair tousled, their bodies marked with saliva, fingers, and slaps. Bruno stood in front of them and started jerking off while looking at their faces. Damián did the same beside him.
—Mouth open —Bruno ordered.
The two of them obeyed. My mother lifted her face first. Her lips were swollen and her eyes half closed. Bruno came with a grunt, spraying his load over her mouth, cheek, and neck. Some of it got between her lips. She didn’t turn her face away. She tried to catch with her tongue what landed near the corner of her mouth.
Damián shot his load a second later. He splattered my aunt’s face and my mother’s breasts. Both men breathed hard, emptying themselves in jerks, watching them take the semen without protest.
My aunt turned to my mother and, laughing, wiped a thick drop off her chin with two fingers. Then she put it in her mouth and kissed her. My mother kissed her back with the same naturalness, sharing saliva and cum between them. I felt a spasm in my stomach watching that. My hand sped up on its own.
But they weren’t done. They rested only a few minutes, drank beer naked on the mattresses, kissed again, and started touching each other once more. Damián lay back while my mother gave him a slow, deep blowjob, swallowing his cock almost to the base. My aunt sat on Bruno’s face and he ate her out desperately, gripping her ass cheeks with both hands.
I was still there, hypnotized, breathing in short bursts. My mother was going up and down on that cock with obscene skill. Sometimes she stopped to lick his balls, to spit on the tip and keep going. Damián grabbed her hair and shoved himself deeper, making her choke. She didn’t pull away. She coughed lightly and swallowed him again.
Then it was Bruno who made her lie face down so he could fuck her in the pussy again, holding her wrists behind her back while Damián kissed her on the mouth. My aunt, beside them, spread her legs with two fingers so the other man could lick her. It was all excess, hunger, savage repetition. There was no conversation anymore. Only flesh slamming together, dirty orders, and moans.
My mother ended up with her ass at the edge of the mattress, receiving another round of fingers, tongue, and cock in turn. They took her from behind again, this time less carefully because she was already open and eager. Each thrust tore a deep groan out of her. When she begged them not to stop, I knew she had fully surrendered to that version of herself she didn’t show anyone during the day.
I couldn’t hold out anymore. I came in silence, gritting my teeth so I wouldn’t make a sound, my eyes fixed on her while they fucked her in the ass and filled her mouth with insults and orders she accepted between pants. I stayed there shaking, spent, pressed against the wood, while inside the house they kept giving themselves over to their private party.
A while later, well into the night, the four of them ended up exhausted on the mattresses. My mother fell asleep in Damián’s arms, one leg over his, naked and marked. My aunt was snoring on her side next to Bruno. The room smelled of sex, sweat, alcohol, and dried semen.
I waited until the silence was complete. Then I slipped away from the shed, got my backpack back, and left with shaky legs. I walked to the road still with the image of my mother spread open, letting herself be used, burned into the back of my eyes. When I got on the first ride back to the city, I was still hard.
The next morning I got home before she did. I showered, lay down in bed, and tried to sleep a little. Around noon, I heard her key in the door. She came in calmly, already dressed, perfumed, with her usual serene face. Later she poked her head into my room and asked how things had gone away. I lied without hesitation. She kissed me on the forehead and smiled.
I smiled back, pretending everything was normal, while inside all I could think about was how she had screamed when they put the cock in her ass and the look on her face when she came between two men. Since that night I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop spying on her. And I also knew something worse: once you’ve seen too much, there’s no way to look at your own home innocently again.
