My mother-in-law caught me naked in the pool

I turned forty on a July Saturday with heat that gave no one a break, not even at night. The party had gone on a long time: my friends, Lucía’s friends, music late into the night, too many drinks, and that feeling that summer forgives everything. Around half past one, the last of us decided to call it a night and head out.

Lucía then remembered she had to return some trays and a cooler her mother had lent her for the celebration. Her mother would need them in the morning. So we made a detour before going home.

There were four of us: Lucía, her brother Pablo, my son Tomás — asleep in the back seat like a stone — and me, Rodrigo. We parked slowly so as not to wake the neighborhood. Her parents’ house has a back patio with a pool, separated from the main house by a wooden door. We went in quietly, left the things in the outdoor kitchen, and Pablo and Lucía went inside to greet their parents, who still had the lights on.

I went out to the patio to check whether Tomás was still asleep. He was. I carefully locked the car and went back to the patio.

That was when I found myself staring at the pool.

The water was still. The night, silent. There wasn’t a full moon, but it wasn’t total darkness either: a faint light filtered in from the street. I sat on the edge and put my feet in. It was perfect. Warm, clean, motionless.

What a waste.

I didn’t think twice. I took off my T-shirt, my jeans, my underwear, and left them on a plastic chair beside the outdoor shower. I slipped into the water without making a sound.

There’s nothing like swimming naked at night. The water touches you differently, with no fabric in the way, and the silence makes everything louder. My cock floated soft between my thighs, moved by the current I created just by breathing. I floated on my back for a moment, looking up at the sky. I completely forgot I was forty.

I’d been there maybe ten minutes when I heard a door open.

I froze.

The kitchen door opened and Carmen appeared. Her mother. Fifty-eight years old, dark hair streaked with gray, sturdy build, big tits barely hidden by the thin robe, a woman with a presence you notice anywhere. She wore a thin robe and flip-flops. She was coming straight toward the pool.

No. No, no, no.

I sank down as far as I could. The pool was round and not very deep: even standing, it only came up to my chest. I pressed myself against the farthest edge, in the shadowed area, praying the little light wouldn’t reach that far. My clothes were still on the chair, perfectly visible.

Carmen came over unhurriedly, looked at the water, and saw me.

“Well, Rodri,” she said, unbothered. “Good evening. How’s the swim? I see you couldn’t resist.”

“Carmen, good evening. Yes, sorry, it’s just that the heat... and the pool was so calm...”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” she replied, dragging a chair to the edge and sitting down. “My husband went to bed without telling me, and here I am, wide awake. I’m glad for the company.”

I was less nervous than I should have been. Carmen had always been like that: direct, no drama, with that dry sense of humor that takes the air out of everything. I’d been dating Lucía for almost three years and I got along well with her mother. But this was something else.

“Do you want me to get out?” I asked.

“Why would you get out?” she said. “Keep going. I’m honestly jealous. I don’t have my swimsuit here either, and if I go in to look for it I’ll fall asleep before I get back.”

We laughed. The conversation normalized the situation faster than I expected. Carmen asked about the party, about Tomás, about whether we’d eaten well. I answered from the water, my body submerged to the shoulders, grateful for the darkness. She crossed her legs and her robe opened a hand’s width above the knee. I couldn’t help looking. Thick white thigh, still firm. I felt a tug in my cock that had no business being there, and I realized I’d been thinking for a while about whether there was anything under that robe or not.

“By the way,” she said suddenly, pointing toward the wall, “can you do me a favor before you get out? We need to put the treatment in the pool. It’s in that cabinet.”

She pointed to a green resin cabinet beside the shower. Inside: two one-liter jugs and some floating tablets.

“Now?” I said.

“If not, the water’ll be green tomorrow. Your father-in-law forgot before going to bed. All you have to do is go around the edge pouring in the liquid and put the tablets in the floaters.”

I looked at the cabinet. I looked at Carmen. I looked at my clothes on the chair, right next to the cabinet, with the streetlight falling on them.

“Sure,” I said.

I came out on the darkest side and headed to the cabinet, trying to keep tight to the edge. I picked up the first jug and began to circle the pool slowly, letting the liquid spill in. It was going fine. The water came up to my waist, and the darkness helped.

Until I reached the side facing the street.

“Rodrigo,” Carmen said, in a voice that wasn’t exactly scandalized. “I can see your ass.”

I stopped.

“You’re naked, aren’t you?” she added. It wasn’t really a question.

“Yes,” I answered. “Sorry, Carmen. Really. There was no one around and I didn’t think.”

“It’s fine,” she said, and I heard something in her voice I couldn’t decipher at the time. “Finish pouring the chlorine and take a shower afterward, because you don’t mess around with that stuff.”

I finished going around the pool. When I went to switch jugs, I set the empty one on the edge and turned to the cabinet to get the second. Carmen was sitting right in front of me, three meters away, eyes fixed on the waterline, waiting for it to rise a centimeter so she could see everything.

Silence.

“I’ve seen you,” she said calmly. “No need to get nervous.”

“How much have you seen?” I asked, and it came out rougher than I meant it to.

“All of it, Rodri. All the back part, and now the front too.” She gave a low laugh. “Don’t shrink in on yourself, man, I’m not going to eat you. Get out of the water and hand me the second jug.”

I stood still for a moment, the jug half against my chest, covering myself as best I could. She noticed and clicked her tongue.

“Rodri. I’m fifty-eight years old. I’ve already seen it. Get out.”

I got out. Slowly, with water streaming from my hair, my shoulders, my cock, which wasn’t fully soft anymore. The streetlight hit me full on. She didn’t look away. She studied me calmly, without shame, from top to bottom, and paused for a moment between my legs before looking back up to my face.

“Wow,” she said. “Lucía wasn’t exaggerating.”

“Carmen...”

“Keep doing what you were doing. I’m watching. Does it bother you if I watch?”

“No,” I said, and it was true. It had gone hard without permission, and there was no point hiding it now.

I turned to the cabinet to get the second jug. I had to hold it against my hip to walk. I began circling the pool from the outside this time, pouring in the liquid slowly, feeling Carmen’s eyes on every step. My cock finished hardening halfway through the circuit, rigid against my belly, and there was no way to hide it. She commented on it.

“You got rock hard, Rodri.”

“I know.”

“Good. Good to know I still work for something.”

I finished the circuit. I placed the tablets in the floaters, poured the product into the filter, and stepped under the outdoor shower. The cold water was only a brief relief: my cock didn’t go down. I closed my eyes and ran a hand over my face, and when I opened them Carmen was standing a meter away, with a folded towel in one hand and the other resting on her hip. Her robe had loosened a little. The base of a big, heavy breast was visible, with the dark areola peeking out at the edge.

“Here,” she said, holding out the towel. But she wasn’t letting go of it.

I took it. She didn’t let go.

“Carmen.”

“Rodri.”

I pulled on the towel and she pulled the other way, never taking her eyes off mine. It lasted two seconds. Then she let go, stepped closer, and placed her left hand flat on my chest, over my heart. Her right hand went straight down to my cock and wrapped around it in one go, no hesitation, her fingers closing around the shaft.

“Fuck,” I blurted.

“Quiet,” she said very softly. “Pablo’s inside. And my husband’s asleep upstairs. And you shut up and don’t say a word.”

She started jerking me off slowly, firm-handed, squeezing on the upward stroke and easing on the downstroke, like someone who’d been doing it for years. I couldn’t move. I looked at her face, at the calm way she did it, at the tip of her tongue that slipped out for a second between her lips.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, looking at my cock in her hand. “Thick. Really thick. No wonder my daughter’s happy.”

“Carmen, don’t...”

“Don’t what?” She sped up a little. I had to brace myself with one hand against the shower wall so I wouldn’t fall. “You don’t want this? Because it’s so hard it looks like it might split.”

“I do want it. Fuck. Yes, I want it.”

She knelt down. Just like that, on the wet patio floor, on the cold tiles. She opened her robe and took one enormous breast out to hold it with her free hand while she kept moving the other on my cock. And then she took me into her mouth. The tip first, with a kiss; then halfway; and finally all the way, to the hilt, her nose pressed flat against my belly.

I closed my eyes. Opened them right away because I didn’t want to miss a second. Carmen sucked me in silence, without any wet noises or moans, eyes closed and with a concentration that had me shaking. She drew my cock back to the tip, licked one side, then the other, took my balls into her mouth one by one, and swallowed me whole again. Her dark hair fell over her face and I pushed it aside with both hands so I could see her better.

“Like that,” I whispered. “Like that, Carmen. Fuck, like that.”

She looked up at me from below, my cock buried in her mouth all the way down her throat, and smiled with her eyes. She pulled the tip out for a second.

“Keep your voice down,” she said, and took me back in.

She sucked me for five minutes, or ten, or twenty. I lost count. When I felt I was about to come, I put a hand on her cheek to warn her, and she understood the opposite: she took me even deeper, pressed her lips tight at the base, and started moving faster. I came in her mouth. Long spurts, one after another, holding on to her hair with both hands. She didn’t pull away. She swallowed. She swallowed everything that came out of me, and then, when nothing else was coming, she pulled back a little and slowly licked the tip clean.

She stood up, closed her robe over the breast that had been out, and wiped the corner of her lips with her thumb.

“Turn on the pump,” she said, her voice as even as before, “that button is the green one.”

I hit the button. The machine started, coughed, and stopped.

“It tripped,” she said.

“I pressed it properly.”

“Try again.”

I turned to the electrical panel. I pressed again. It started for a second and stopped again. I turned back, looking for Carmen to ask if there was another switch.

She was a meter and a half away. She looked me up and down without hiding it, with that same calm of hers that was more unsettling than any exaggerated reaction. My cock was going down but it was still shiny, wet from her mouth.

“There may be some power cut,” she said. “We’ll check it tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure.” She paused. “Hey, Rodri.”

“What?”

“My daughter has very good taste. That’s all I’m going to say.”

She turned and went into the house before I could process what I’d just heard. The door closed behind her. I was left alone in the patio, towel in hand, nothing in my mouth but the taste of nothing and a heart beating far too fast for the effort of pouring chlorine.

I dried off, got dressed slowly, and went to check that Tomás was still asleep. He was. I turned the pump back on — this time it worked — and leaned against the car, trying to let the night air bring me back to reality.

***

Lucía came out ten minutes later with a smile.

“How was the swim?” she asked.

“Good. Very good. Relaxing.”

“My mother told me she caught you.”

I stopped.

“What exactly did she say?”

“That you were in the pool with no clothes on and that you had to put the treatment in. She laughed.” She laughed too. “She found it hilarious. Says you didn’t know where to put yourself.”

“I didn’t, no.”

Lucía looked at me with that expression of hers that said she knew more than she was saying.

“And nothing else,” she added.

“And nothing else,” I confirmed.

Nothing else except her final comment, which I planned to keep to myself. And her mouth, which too.

It was almost three in the morning when we got home. Tomás woke just enough to walk to his room and fall asleep again. Lucía called me from the kitchen: Sergio and Natalia, a couple of friends, had texted asking if we could have the last drink at our place. They were closer to here than to her brother’s apartment.

“Tell them to come,” I replied.

They arrived twenty minutes later. Sergio, thirty-two, curly hair, solid build, and a tendency to say exactly what he thinks. Natalia, twenty-nine, blonde, one of those people who laugh with their whole body. They’d already had a lot to drink. So had we. The night had that inertia that long nights get when no one wants them to end.

I poured four drinks. We sat in the living room and someone — I think it was me — started telling the pool story. At first, the shortened version. But Lucía asked the direct question.

“Did she see everything?”

“Define everything.”

“Rodrigo.”

“Yes. She saw me.”

Sergio doubled over laughing. Natalia wanted every detail. Lucía listened with that mix of secondhand embarrassment and pride I never quite understood, though I liked it.

“And what did she say?” Natalia asked.

“That my daughter has good taste.”

Two seconds of silence. Then all four of us at once.

Sergio stood up saying that if being naked was necessary for the night to make sense, he was going first. He took off his T-shirt, his jeans, and stood there in striped boxer shorts, pacing around the living room like it was a catwalk. Natalia encouraged him, clapping.

“Come with me, Rodri,” Sergio said. “Tonight you’ve already shown you’ve got no problem with it.”

“I’ve got no problem,” I admitted.

I stood up, took my clothes off, and sat back down. Just like that. Glass in hand, the conversation carrying on. Lucía was staring at me, eyes wide, with a smile that wasn’t exactly surprise. Her gaze dropped to my cock, which after what had happened in the patio was no longer completely asleep, and she bit her lip.

“My mother has no idea what she’s set in motion,” she said.

“Your mother knows perfectly well what she’s set in motion,” I said.

Another silence. Another burst of laughter.

Sergio ended up without underwear too. He pulled out his long, thick cock and let it hang between his legs with the easy confidence of someone who doesn’t plan on covering it. Natalia stayed in her underwear without anyone asking, and ten minutes later, after another drink, she slipped her bra out from under her T-shirt and threw it over the back of the sofa. She had small tits, with very pink nipples, taut with arousal. She laughed when she noticed herself.

“They’re getting hard,” she announced, like someone announcing the weather. “It’s the atmosphere.”

“It’s Rodri,” Sergio said. “Sitting there with that cock and getting hard.”

It was true. It was half-erect against my thigh, rising every time Natalia moved. Lucía watched everything from the armchair, in silence, legs crossed and glass in hand. She wasn’t undressing, but she wasn’t leaving either. And she was looking at me. At me and Natalia. And at Sergio’s cock.

“Rodri,” Lucía said very softly. “Come here.”

I stood up. Went over to the armchair. Knelt in front of her. She set her glass on the table, took my cock in her left hand — just as her mother had done two hours earlier, and a brief, absurd thought flashed through my head that the technique ran in the family — and started jerking me off slowly, looking me in the eyes. Her other hand slid under her dress.

“Did she touch it?” she asked very quietly, so the others wouldn’t hear.

I froze. I didn’t know what to answer.

“Rodri. Did my mother touch it?”

“Yes,” I said.

She closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, she was looking at me differently.

“Just touched?”

“No.”

“With her mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” She gripped my cock tighter. Her hand under the dress moved faster. “Did you come?”

“In her mouth.”

“Fuck, Rodri. Fuck.”

Sergio and Natalia had gone quiet and were watching us from the sofa. Natalia was straddling Sergio, in panties, and he had a hand inside them. Neither of them said anything. They just watched.

Lucía stood up, pulled her dress over her head, and dropped it to the floor. Under it she wasn’t wearing anything. She sat back down in the armchair, spread her legs, and pointed to her cunt with two fingers.

“Come here,” she said. “Now. I don’t care if you want my mother, but you’re paying me back right now.”

I knelt between her legs and ate her out. I pushed my tongue between her wet lips, sucked her swollen clit, slipped two fingers inside her and curled them, looking for the spot I know by heart. She grabbed my hair with both hands and pushed her pelvis against my face.

“Like that,” she panted. “Like that, like that, more...”

Behind me, Natalia was moaning softly. There was no need to turn around to know Sergio had yanked off her panties and was doing the same thing to her. The whole living room smelled of wet pussy and alcohol.

Lucía came first. In a long spasm, pressing my head against her, biting her lip to keep from screaming. When she eased, she pulled my hair up.

“Fuck me now,” she said. “Fuck me the way my mother sucked your dick.”

I got on top of her. I drove my cock into her in one thrust, all the way in, and she arched her back. I started moving hard, grabbing her by the hips, no soft rhythm, straight to the bone. The armchair creaked. She dug her nails into my back and bit my shoulder so she wouldn’t make noise.

“Harder,” she panted. “More. Break me.”

I changed her position. I put her on her knees on the armchair, chest against the backrest, and went in from behind. From there I could see Sergio on the sofa, lying back, Natalia mounted on him, riding him with her tits bouncing and her mouth open. The two of them watched me while I fucked Lucía. Sergio gave me a chin gesture that said everything. Natalia laughed without stopping her movement.

“What a beautiful cock you’ve got, Rodri,” she said, her voice broken by the thrusts Sergio was giving her beneath. “Now I understand your mother-in-law.”

“And me,” Lucía gasped from beneath me. “Understand me, fuck...”

I grabbed her hair and pulled back. She let me. I bit her neck. Squeezed one breast with my other hand and kept fucking her hard, skin slapping skin, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out. It lasted longer than it should have, considering what happened in the patio. The second time around, you can hold out.

Lucía came again, squeezing around me in spasms that nearly took me with her. Natalia came seconds later, sitting on Sergio, letting out a little cry with her face against his shoulder. I held out until Lucía turned around.

“Come on my face,” she said. “I want you to come on my face.”

I pulled out. She dropped to her knees on the floor, between my legs, and opened her mouth. I held her by the nape of the neck with one hand and jerked myself twice with the other. I came on her. On her tongue, on her lips, on her cheek, on her chin. Thick spurts. She didn’t close her eyes. She looked up and smiled with her mouth open and her tongue out, and when I was done she ran two fingers over her face to gather the cum and licked them clean.

Sergio clapped once, slowly. Natalia laughed.

“What a family,” she said.

No one answered because it wasn’t necessary.

The night went on for another long hour. There were more hands, more tongues, more drinks. At some point Natalia sucked me off while Sergio fucked Lucía from behind on the sofa opposite, and at some point we switched again without saying anything, as if it had all been agreed from the beginning. No one crossed a line they didn’t want to cross, and that’s why all the lines crossed without a sound. Four people in a living room, stripped of the usual layers, fucking with the calm of people who had the whole dawn ahead of them.

Sergio and Natalia left after four. They dressed slowly, laughing at nothing, with rumpled clothes and their hair a mess. We closed the door and Lucía kept looking at me. Still naked, still with my marks on her neck and tits.

“Do you know what my mother texted me while they were here?” she said.

“No.”

She turned the phone toward me. Carmen’s message said: Tell your boy the pump starts by itself at five. He didn’t need to turn it on. Good night.

I read it twice.

“She knew from the start,” I said.

“Of course she knew,” Lucía confirmed. “My mother doesn’t need excuses to stay where she wants to stay.”

I laughed to myself, in that way you laugh when you understand something late. Lucía turned off the living room lights, took my cock like someone taking a hand, and led me toward the bedroom without saying anything else.

No need to.