The Familiar Tonic.
CHAPTER 3.
CIt's logical and normal to wake up later than usual the next day. It would be 10 am when I entered the kitchen whistling a cheerful melody, feeling slightly tired but with my mood on cloud nine. My grandmother was preparing breakfast, wearing her floral bathrobe covering that set of dizzying curves that I now knew so well. She didn't resist when I grabbed her waist and pressed my body against hers, although she looked up at the ceiling and let out a sigh of annoyance when I gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
Carlitos, please.
What's wrong with you? Are you mad at me?
He sighed again and looked at me. He had a healthy flush on his cheeks and his green eyes were sparkling. Despite his serious expression, he was radiant, and a smile was struggling to appear on his lips. It couldn't be denied that finishing those years of self-imposed celibacy had done him good. Not even the lack of sleep showed, and that's despite having slept less than I did. After our passionate roll in the hay, he had washed the sheets by hand to eliminate any trace of our fluids and had given himself a long shower.
—No, I'm not angry. But don't be silly where someone might see us —she said at last.
I preferred not to discuss the excessive caution of his. We were alone in the house, and if someone appeared we would hear the heavy iron gate creak open, if it was family or the loud bell if it was someone from the village or a stranger. I moved away from her to please her and looked at the toast almost with as much desire as I gazed at the cook. My stomach growled, demanding to replenish the fuel that had been spent hours in marital bed. What my grandmother said next almost gave me a heart attack.
I spoke on the phone with your mother.
‘What?! When?!’ I exclaimed, so alarmed that I took a step back.
It's been a while, before you woke up.
Didn't you tell her about last night?
—Of course not! Are you crazy? Nobody can find out about that, do you hear me?—said, while serving me coffee and we sat down at the table.
I nodded and took a long sip from my cup. When my heart started beating normally again, I began to spread butter on a slice of toast and looked at my table companion. She was eating as if nothing was wrong, faster than usual due to the hour, and with an undoubted hunger also caused by the nocturnal exercise.
What did you talk about?
—They're coming at noon. He called me to tell me not to prepare food because he's bringing some rabbits that your father's friend, who is a hunter, gave him as a gift.
I remembered what my old man told me before he left in his taxi and left me there. 'Your mother and I will come this weekend or the next one'. I realized it was already Saturday; I had been alone at home for only six days, and everything that had happened made it seem like much more time. It was usual for us to spend some weekends during the summer at my grandparents' house in the village, and my dear parents had chosen precisely that one. If I wanted to repeat the feat of replacing my grandfather on his widow's solitary bed, I would have to wait until they left. At least I could see my mom in a bikini, which would add material to the numerous wanks I'd have to give myself during her stay. Imagining Mom bronzed and with her shiny skin when she got out of the water made me think of the pool, and then my grandma spoke as if she were reading my mind.
There needs to be cleaned the pool, it's made a mess - said -. Lately I don't have many desires to bathe and I've left it a bit abandoned.
But you'll bathe today, won't you? I asked. Seeing her in a swimsuit suddenly occupied one of the top spots on my wish list.
We'll see. Will you take care of cleaning it up?
Okay. There's no problem.
—Thanks, heaven —he said. He downed the rest of his breakfast and got up—. I'm going to feed the chickens, those poor little things will be starving today.
I didn't want him to leave without sounding out his thoughts about what happened last night first. It was clear that the tonic's effects had worn off, and his attitude wasn't as negative as I had feared. Nor was it especially positive, and I needed more data not to mess up when I tried to put it in again.
Wait... Can I ask you something? —I said, looking her in the eyes.
Okay. Tell me.
Do you regret what happened last night?
He closed his eyes for a few seconds and let out another one of his dramatic sighs.
Look, son... I don't know what happened to me last night. I don't know if it was the wine, or the heat, or if I'd been alone for a long time... but we shouldn't have done that. It wasn't right.
Didn't you have a good time? I asked, although I knew very well the answer.
I haven't said that. It was... well, it was... pleasant —she admitted, with an adorable shyness.
—Is it pleasant? You came like a beast.
Hey Carlitos!
Ha ha! Sorry about that. But you haven't responded to me. Are you regretting having done it?
The response was better than I expected. She smiled at me with tenderness, placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned in to give me a long kiss on the forehead.
No, treasure. I don't regret it —whispered, so close that I felt her warm breath on my cheek.
Having said that he left the kitchen and went to put on one of his worn work clothes. I sat down with a big smile on my face and a big bulge in my crotch. Having her close had been enough to make me stiff like an ass. She didn't regret it, she had said, and hadn't pronounced phrases like It won't happen again or something similar. I was determined for it to happen again, and without the miraculous tonic.
Cleaning the pool didn't take me much time. As I already said it was very small, only three meters long, and so shallow that with my 162 centimeters I only covered up to my shoulders. I removed the leaves and dead insects with the net, emptied it, cleaned the interior tiles, and filled it up. I re-mowed the grass around it, cleaned the umbrella and garden furniture: an old iron-painted white table, a few plastic patio chairs from a bar, and a pair of wicker chaise lounges. After turning on the water purifier and checking that the water, fresh and crystal clear, was rising at a constant rate, I went to look for my grandmother.
I was clearing out the last junk from the garage. After five days of work, we finally managed to leave it empty, ready for a good cleaning and a coat of paint. We worked as if nothing unusual had happened, chatting and joking occasionally. Only once did she express her concern about my parents' imminent arrival, and I swore I wouldn't say or do anything that might make them suspect. Otherwise, not even Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, and Lieutenant Colombo working together could have deduced that the plump and bosomy widow had succumbed to lust with her young grandson the night before.
My grandparents arrived after midnight in the taxi whose whiteness blinded under the scorching sun. The hostess greeted them with her usual affectionate attitude, especially my mother, with whom she got along very well. My father gave me a loving pat on the back and left his hand on my neck while questioning me.
And you what? You're working out, aren't you?
I was going to respond cleverly but the grandmother, who was nearby and had an excellent ear, beat me to it.
—But how can you say your son is lazy? —she exclaimed, slapping her son on the arm—. He's been working like a donkey all week. And he hasn't complained once.
Well... I'd have to see it to believe it, said my father, looking at me with a sarcastic expression.
What you wouldn't believe is the amount of cum I put in your mom's body last night, dad, I thought, with a beatific smile. For some reason, probably related to testosterone and some primitive masculine power dynamic, my father no longer intimidated me as much as before. Maybe he was screwing my mom, but I had screwed hers. That was at least a tie.
Talking about mothers, mine greeted me with a hug and a long kiss on the cheek. I felt a little guilty because I hadn't missed her much, and I hadn't thought of her even once while I was screwing her, oblivious to her mother-in-law's charms. I let her know by returning the hug with more enthusiasm than usual. It was nice hugging someone my height for a change. The proximity of her body threatened to get me hard again so I tried to think of something else while we entered the house.
A little later the women of the house worked side by side in the kitchen, preparing the rabbits that had arrived in the taxi and chatting animatedly about this and that. My father was watching a sports program in the living room and I alternated my presence between both scenes, holding a beer in hand. I liked sports, but I liked the cooks more. I stayed for a good while sitting at the kitchen table, gazing at them. They were busy in front of the counter, giving me their backs and unaware of my lustful scrutiny.
The two females couldn't be more different. Felisa, slightly over 1.70 meters of pronounced curves due to a flattering maturity and the healthy mountain air, breasts like jugs, hips of a sexy girl and legs that made you want to grab them like a koala on an eucalyptus trunk. Next to her was Rocío, her daughter-in-law, just over 1.50 meters, a body deceivingly youthful with almost flat chest, compact buttocks of a gymnast and well-turned legs, with the patina of working-class bronzing that would disappear when autumn arrived. One had already been possessed by him, while the other was an unconfessable fantasy of a teenage masturbator who may never come true. Although if anything he had learned the night before was that even the most far-fetched and prohibited desires could be fulfilled.
That day mom was wearing an appropriate summer-camp outfit. A pair of denim shorts that left her thighs exposed and accentuated her well-formed buttocks, some plain white sports socks without socks and a short-sleeved white shirt that hugged her torso so tightly that you could feel the straps of her bikini underneath. No doubt she was eager to take the sun and give herself a bath, and I was glad I had left the pool so clean.
One moment, while taking quick sips from my bottle, I noticed my grandmother was cutting some carrots. Memories of the previous night came flooding back to my mind (in fact, even to this day I can't see a carrot without getting a hard-on), and despite my promises, I couldn't resist throwing her a private joke.
Grandma, do you want me to help you peel the carrots? I said. I put a slight emphasis on the word 'peel' that only she would understand.
She turned her head and shot me a look over her glasses. Immediately she remembered we had an audience and her face recovered its usual sweetness in a blink.
It's not necessary, heaven. I can manage on my own now — she replied. She put a slight emphasis on the last phrase that only I understood, and it produced a mischievous joy in me that responded to my joke with such cleverness.
My mother also looked at me with an eyebrow raised and an ironic smile on her fine lips.
Is it that he helps you in the kitchen? she asked her mother-in-law, although she was looking at me -- Is this really my son?
Both of them laughed and I did too. When the food was ready and the four of us sat down at the table, I received news that changed my approach to the weekend. My old man wasn't staying overnight. He was leaving in the afternoon and wouldn't come back until the next day's afternoon.
—But son, do you really not going to stay? You work too much —said my grandmother, sincerely saddened by the news.
I'd like to, but there's an important music festival in the city tonight and the center is going to be very lively. There'll be work to get bored with —before leaving a rabbit leg bone in one bite, he explained, before taking a single bite of a rabbit leg.
As a good taxi driver, my father was very stingy. He didn't mind working on weekends, day or night, always keeping an eye on urban events, chasing clients who would report good runs. On one hand, I got annoyed that he left, as we had the habit of spending the afternoon playing Stratego when we stayed at the village house, one of the few hobbies we shared. On the other hand, the idea of staying alone with the two women was stimulating. If you're wondering what happened, and anticipating events, I'll warn you that there wasn't Menage à troisBut, as you will see later on, I assure you that I did not waste the afternoon and night of that summer Saturday.
After eating, my father took a brief nap in the guest room and left around five o'clock. The rest of us were in the living room, watching a sweetly sentimental family movie. To be honest, only I was really paying attention. My mother had fallen asleep on the sofa and Grandma was dozing off in the armchair, trying to keep her eyes on the screen. When the movie ended, Mom woke up and got to her feet.
Okay, I'm going to take a bath. Are you guys in? She said, still sleepy.
His short and blonde hair had been ruffled during the siesta and the rebellious side fringe was covering one of his eyes. Of course I signed up, and looked at my grandmother hopefully. After a brief pause, she nodded and went to her bedroom to change. I did the same. I took out my swimsuit with Bermuda shorts from my suitcase, bright colors and long until the knees, very nineties. I put it on without anything underneath. If my erection became too obvious I would get in the water or lie face down on the towel. Or simply the ladies would have to deal with the sight of my vigorous masculinity. I grabbed the battery-powered transistor, tobacco, and lighter before leaving.
Already outside, under the still stifling afternoon sun, I found my mother sitting on one of the loungers, next to her pool bag. As I approached, I gave a good look at her familiar and exciting figure. She wore a simple white bikini with tiny red moons that combined well with the color of her skin and fitted her slender body, leaving little to the imagination but not scandalous. She protected her eyes with large sunglasses and still noticed my gaze as she spread out my towel on the grass.
It's sitting well with you in the field, son. You even look stronger to me, commented.
I limited myself to nodding and smiling, really impressed by her observation, although I hadn't noticed any changes in my slender body, maybe yes after those days of hard work I was more muscular. Then she opened her transparent plastic bag with marine motifs and took out a bottle of bronzer. She spread the white cream on her arms and legs and her already bronzed skin acquired that shine I loved so much. After spreading the bottle towards me and making a gesture I understood instantly.
The scene of a son with immoral fantasies putting bronzer on his desirable mother has been so repeated and exploited in stories and films that I won't dwell too much on describing it. I'll just say that when my slippery hands moved along the back of her thighs, I let myself be carried away and touched one of her buttocks. She gave me a gentle kick and scolded me in a tone more playful than annoyed.
These hands, tough guy.
It wasn't the first time it happened, and she took it as a bit of an over-the-top joke but understandable between a mother and her son. Of course, the massage put me hard like a shepherd's crook and I sat on the towel to hide. I didn't have a minute to try to calm down the heat, since at that moment my grandmother arrived, and as soon as I looked at her, my blood boiled and the bulge in my Bermuda shorts threatened to rip the fabric.
He was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, a turquoise green that perfectly matched his mature balding, with no ornament except for a small white starfish on the neckline. And what a neckline... The fitted garment only covered half of his massive breasts, which vibrated slightly to the rhythm of his rapid steps. I was sure that any sudden movement would have made them jump out of their flimsy lycra prison. Around his wide hips, a flowery pareo waved, accentuating the volume of his plump buttocks and leaving only one of his thighs visible. He had taken off his glasses and completed the poolside ensemble with a flirtatious round hat for masturbation, adorned with a blue ribbon.
Conscious that he wasn't taking his eyes off her, she walked across the grass until she reached the recliner under the umbrella. She was smiling shyly and I noticed she seemed uncomfortable, as if instead of her grandson thousands of people were gazing at her in a stadium.
I have to buy myself a swimsuit. This one has become too small for me, said him, talking to his daughter-in-law.
My mom took off her sunglasses and gave it a look.
You look good, woman. And that color really suits you, said Mom.
I'm telling you I feel small. I've gained a lot of weight since last summer.
Hey, you're great, Feli. I see you looking younger than the last time we came here.
My close relatives and friends called my grandmother 'Feli', a diminutive form of Felisa. I would listen to them talking in silence and couldn't help but feel proud, as the relief of the previous night had undoubtedly taken several years off her solitary widow's back. I had to restrain myself from showering her with a hundred compliments and flatteries that came to mind, all of which would have been inappropriate in my mother's presence. When she stood up and took off her apron, I could see that the swimsuit was having serious trouble covering the entirety of her rounded behinds. It was true that it was too small for her, something that couldn't make me happier.
—Okay, I'm going to refresh myself because it's making such a hot day —said the chunky mermaid in green swimwear.
He got into the water and my mother remained lying face down on the sunbed, with her head resting on her arms. I knew it would still be a good while before she took a bath, so I didn't waste the opportunity and jumped into the water.
Oh no! But what a brute you are —my grandmother complained, splattered by the impact of my small body.
She got back at me by throwing water at me with her hand and started moving slowly through the water, waving her arms and bending her legs to cover herself up to her neck. After checking that my mom wasn't looking, I approached her and whispered in her ear. The sunbeds were far enough from the pool that we could talk in whispers without worrying, and besides, the transistor music was overpowering all other sounds on the quiet summer afternoon.
You're tremendous with that swimsuit.
Shh! Be careful what you're saying, your mother might hear us -- she whispered, looking nervously over the edge of the pool.
Calm down, she can't hear us.
I let the water cover me up to my neck as well, which in my case turned out to be much easier, and I followed it when it moved away a bit. In such a small space there was no escape route.
I also think you're better than last summer -- I said to him.
Come on. Can't you see I'm fatter now?
You're making me fat.
—Carlos! —she scolded me. She looked at my motionless mother again and tried to move away from me again.
As if I wanted to prove my assertion, I lowered the trunks down to my balls, letting my hungry sea snake balance itself under the water. I approached my catch from behind and grabbed it by the waist, pressing the glans against the wet fabric that covered its buttocks. It noticed, tried to wriggle free without success, and turned her head to look at me. Her cheeks were already very red and her eyes shone in the shadow of her hat. In other circumstances I would have yelled at her, but she had to settle for a forceful whisper, between furious and supplicating.
Stay quiet. You promised you wouldn't do anything weird with your parents here.
What happens beneath the water doesn't count —I said, mocking—. Don't worry about my mother. She's probably fallen asleep again.
I pushed a bit more and my cock slid into the tight crack of her ass, dragging the swimsuit fabric along. She stirred a little, fearful of drawing attention. Not only did she fail to shake me off but I changed my grip from her waistband to the underside of her breasts. She contained a deep sigh and tried to avoid it again without success. The situation and struggle were heating me up to unsuspected limits, but I forced myself not to go overboard.
Carlitos, for God's sake... For.
Relax, I'm not going to shove it up your ass.
Ah, man, that's all we need now!
I slid one of my hands down her stomach to the groin and introduced it under the fabric, stuck like a second skin to her plump pussy. She let out a shudder that rippled the surface of the water when my fingers probed beneath the red pubic hair. She was breathing as if she had done several laps in an Olympic pool and shuddered when she felt my lips on the burning skin of her neck and shoulder.
For once and for all... Please -- begged, with less conviction than before.
Go to the bathroom and wait for me there. I'll be there in five minutes.
Are you crazy? Not a chance.
—My mother won't find out.
What if he misses us and comes looking for us? Eh? What if he enters the house to drink water or whatever? Stop talking nonsense, for God's sake.
I wasn't going to convince her to take a quick powder in the bathroom, but at least she was considering the situation and no longer struggling. She was getting turned on without needing the aphrodisiac, and that was enough victory. Or almost. I couldn't leave the pool with such an awkward connection and had to relieve myself somehow without drawing my mother's attention, who continued lying face down, sunbathing and showing no signs of activity.
Come here.
I leaned my back against the pool wall, in a position from which I could watch the sunbeds. I dragged my grandmother gently, holding her by the wrist, and made her sit beside me. I brought her hand to my groin and she looked at me alarmed, with her green eyes very wide open.
Come on... Give me a masturbation and I'll leave you alone, I swear.
What are you saying?! he exclaimed, close to my ear. He looked at my mother and then back at me again. You can't... let that slip out here in the water. What if your mom gets pregnant?
I'm almost bursting out laughing at my naive companion's argument.
Don't be like the town, grandma. That's just legends. Sperm die in water, especially if it has chlorine - I explained, pretending to be an expert in biology.
—Are you sure?
Of course yes. I was a bad student but I learned something in high school.
After a few seconds of hesitation, I finally managed to get his fingers wrapping around my cock, like the loving tentacles of an octopus. Without stopping to look at my mother, he started masturbating me underwater. His hand was moving faster than I would have liked, but I admitted it was a good idea to finish as soon as possible, despite how much I wanted to spend hours playing with her in the pool. The water was so clear that if I looked down, I could see the white hand stimulating the dark trunk.
—But don't look! Conceal yourself, for God's sake —she said, and accelerated her pace so that the water was agitated around her chest.
I passed my arm over his shoulders and grabbed a breast. I put my hand under the swimsuit fabric until I found the nipple, hardened by the fresh water, and pinched it until I heard her contain a weak moan.
Carlitos...
Only a little... That's how I finish early.
And I wasn't mistaken. Sucking that monumental tit and the skilled movement of her hand took me to ecstasy in just a few minutes. I pressed my lips together not to roar with pleasure and my entire body trembled while my full eggs emptied with several intense underwater discharges. When my grandmother saw the semen suspended in front of me, forming something like smoke from a cigarette in the water, she whispered a new invocation to her god and waved under the water to make the evidence of the crime disappear as soon as possible. Before she left me, I gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
Only five minutes after my mother turned around and got up, looking towards the pool with her characteristic ironic smile. There was nothing that betrayed the unleashed lust a little earlier. I floated face-up, relaxed under the sun, and my grandmother swam very slowly from one end to the other of the small pool. Both of us stayed staring at it, expectant. If she had noticed something strange while tanning, she didn't show any signs of it.
It seems you two have become very good friends, huh? You don't stop whispering to each other — he said finally, in a mocking tone but without any signs of suspicion.
My grandmother smiled, and despite her efforts to hide it, I could see that the comment had made her nervous. She didn't have to be. My mother had noticed the whispers but it was obvious she had no idea of their content.
We were talking about how bad you cook. You should let grandma give you some classes before coming back home —I said, before the silence became uncomfortable.
—Oh yeah? Now you'll see.
Said so he took off his sunglasses and jumped into the water. He came over me to try to submerge my head, and despite just having run out of breath from the touch of his body, it hardened my eager love tentacle again. We laughed and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon until the sun began to disappear behind the mountains. It was a good afternoon, no doubt, an agreeable afternoon with family spiced up with sinful nature acts, hot and underwater. But the day wasn't over yet. The night of that interesting June Saturday still remained.
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