Y Tu Mama Tambien

Y Tu Mamá También

© Bad Hobbit 2025

The rain was dripping off my cap, even under my hood, running down my poncho onto my legs, soaking me. We waited in line, in the torrential rain, while maybe twenty local people who'd charged off the bus before us went through the gate toward Colombia. Finally, we got under the roof of the border post and a bored-looking official with big sweat marks under both arms stamped our passports.

The locals had all passed through the big iron turnstile into Colombia - which we assumed was where they lived - as we trudged across the no-man's-land between the Ecuadorian and Colombian posts. Even without this tropical storm, the heat and humidity were beyond intolerable. On the porch of the little border office, Mariel unzipped her coat, shook her drenched hair loose, then went up to the window and presented our passports. Maybe a hundred yards away, past the border fence, I could see the local hotel and restaurant where we would be staying for the night. All I could think of was dry clothes, air conditioning and a cold beer.

"No," I heard the guy behind the window say.

"Is something wrong?" I asked Mariel.

"This guy is saying we need visas, Mom," she replied. I always let her discuss things with people along the way. My daughter studied Spanish as part of her university course, and she also speaks passable Portuguese. My Spanish is halting at best.

"That's bullshit," I replied. I started to get the travel documents out of my bag.

"Yeah, I know that, but he's being difficult."

"I can guess what's going on here," I replied. I took out the rather damp piece of paper where it said, in Spanish, that we were allowed to enter the country for up to 90 days without a visa - and tucked a $20 bill inside it. Mariel passed it to the guy behind the window. He looked at it, took the $20 - and passed the paper back.

"No," he said.

I'm not the sort of woman who panics. I resumed my career as a business consultant after my daughter started school, sixteen years ago, so I'm pretty good at problem solving. I try to look at the situation in front of me, figure out the options, and then choose the best - or sometimes the least-worst - way forward.

So here we were, my daughter and me, in the middle of a tropical downpour at some border crossing, way away from anywhere else. When I'd planned this trip with Mariel as a mother-daughter bonding thing to celebrate her graduating from university, it looked exciting and exotic. And it had been; through Chile, Peru and Ecuador, planning to finish in Cartagena in a few days. Everything had gone smoothly, riding the local transport with the local people, making new friends, absorbing the culture. This crossing, in an obscure little place, was part of the experience, giving us an authentic taste of the area. But it was getting a little too authentic for my liking.

The bus we'd arrived on, uncomfortable, noisy and slow, had departed. The next one wasn't for two days. On the Ecuadorian side, assuming the guards would let us back through, there was just about - nothing! One tiny cantina by the bus stop. It was beginning to get dark, the temperature and humidity were sapping all of my energy and the torrential rain showed no sign of stopping. A hundred yards away, the lights of our little hotel were being lit. They promised a warm shower, a dry bed to sleep in, a freshly cooked meal, several cold beers or mojitos and a bus around ten the following morning to take us to Bogotá.

But we couldn't seem to get to the other side of the fence. I briefly considered the typical "I'M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN AND..." rant and realized it would get me nowhere.

"How much does he want?" I asked Mariel. She was usually pretty good at charming anyone in any language, so I was surprised she was having so much trouble. If we couldn't get through the barrier and into Colombia before midnight, we were - not to be too pessimistic - fucked.

Mariel said something, and the guy pulled a parody of a shocked expression. He smiled. Under other circumstances, I'd have considered him cute, but when water is running off you in streams and you're anticipating trying to sleep on a wet porch - assuming we weren't moved on - it tends to make you consider other things.

To my surprise, a door next to me opened. "Escribe," said a deep voice. A tall, very dark-skinned guy in a smart uniform was ushering us inside. I could feel the blast of cool air that could only mean one thing - their office was air-conditioned! (It turns out the machines were 'borrowed' from a nearby cantina that was closed for the season).

Mariel and I stomped wetly through the door, which closed - and was locked - behind us. My daughter immediately shed her soggy waterproof, cap and bag, as I tried to remove the leaking poncho that had covered me and my backpack.

As I struggled out of my wet cape, Mariel began an animated conversation with the cute but intransigent guy, still in his chair. His smile was a little too smug for my liking. Then he said something, and Mariel stopped short. There was an exchange between them, Mariel sounding surprised, the cute guy smiling up at her from his chair.

My daughter turned to me and then looked up at the tall guy standing next to me.

"¿Vosotres dos?" she said, a little shakily.

"Sí."

"Y - y si estoy de acuerdo, ¿nos dejarás pasar?"

"Sí."

"¿Y - y con condones?"

"Sí. No querríamos contagiarnos de ninguna de las desagradables enfermedades yanquis."

Mariel pulled a face. After a moment she said, "Bueno. Vamanos."

"What - what's happening?"

"It's OK, Mom. These guys are gonna fuck me and then they're gonna let us go."

"What?"

"Yeah. Look, it seems the only way, and it's not like they're fat and ugly. And they've agreed to wear condoms. Gonzalo here said they wouldn't want to catch any nasty Yankee diseases." She grimaced.

I finally dropped the cape on the floor, together with the backpack and the smaller bag I'd had in front of me. I was furious that my daughter was going to get raped because these guys had the power to keep us here. I looked to see if there was any way we could dash out the back, but the only way through seemed to be the tall metal turnstile. And the guys had guns, so making a run for it wasn't an option.

I turned to the tall, dark-skinned guy.

"Look, my friend - Hector," I said, reading his name badge, "What do you think..."

"¡Oye, mire a la mama!" he exclaimed, looking down at me.

Gonzalo - according to what Mariel said and the name on his badge - turned to look at me.

"¡Ai, muy caliente!"

I suddenly realized what was happening. Maybe there was a way to save my daughter from being gang-raped.

"OK, guys - here's the deal. Gonzalo gets to fuck my daughter while Hector here fucks me. When both of you guys have come, we go. Capiche? Mariel, could you please translate for me?"

"Mom? Don't do this. I can handle it."

"Look, baby, we share the pain and share the gain. I can't sit by while these two rape you and then walk through to Colombia like nothing's happened. Explain my offer to them. They seem to think I'm hot, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Mariel repeated what I'd said in Spanish - at least that's what it sounded like - and Hector and Gonzalo nodded at each other.

"Claro. Pero vamos a ver lo que tenéis para nosotros, chicas."

"He wants us to undress, Mom," Mariel translated. And with that, she pulled off her wet t-shirt.

And then I realized why they'd picked on us. My nipples get hard and long if I get aroused, or if they're cold. Mariel's clearly do the same. They must've stood out like bullets as she was handing over our passports, with her raincoat open and her t-shirt soaked. Her breasts are good and firm, so she doesn't need a bra. Standing behind her, with packs on my back and front under my poncho, I must've looked like the stereotypical obese middle-aged American woman. If I'd gone first, they probably wouldn't have bothered us.

And it also struck me that I hadn't seen my daughter naked since she was, maybe, twelve. She has a good body - shit, if you look after yourself, any twenty-one-year-old should have a good body - but she's slim, fit and pretty. Her breasts are smaller than mine were at that age, but they look great on her slim frame.

Me, well I had some work done after my daughter was born, to remove some skin sag across my abdomen and restore my breasts to their former quality. That work has stood the test of time, because there's minimal sag. There's a tiny amount of crinkly stuff at the top of my thighs, which I was thinking of having removed with some money from the divorce settlement, but at forty-six I felt I had the body of a woman ten years younger. It was a shame that my husband seemed to crave the body of a woman twenty years younger - but that's another story.

When we were both naked, the guys looked us up and down.

"¡Uau! ¡Bellezas!" Gonzalo said. We clearly met with their approval.

"Y ahora ustedes," Mariel replied. Yes, I also wanted to see what these guys looked like under their smart uniforms.

Gonzalo was fit, slim - maybe even wiry - smooth-chested, and when he removed his underpants, sporting a creditable erection. I'm no expert, but he looked around the same size as my ex, Noah, who wasn't exactly tiny. But Hector was stockier, with big shoulders and a deep chest. And his cock made Gonzalo's look quite average. Now I've never been a 'size queen'. I guess I'd only ever had three male sex partners, with my ex-husband being the only one for around twenty-three years, and cocks never did much for me; or, at least, my husband's didn't. Whether Noah was incapable of finding my G-spot or just had no idea how to stimulate it with his cock, I don't know but, for me, my clitoris was my only source of orgasm. Sometimes he'd use his thumb or a vibrator while he fucked me - or I might rub it myself. Sometimes he'd eat me. But without clit contact, any orgasm that happened would be his, not mine.

The sight of Hector's big - and growing - dick was a little intimidating. I was questioning the logic of offering myself to this big guy to save my daughter when he did something I wasn't expecting; he kissed me. His big hand covered my breast, he captured my nipple between his fingers, while his other hand reached behind me to cup and squeeze my ass. His tongue probed my mouth, and his finger slipped into the back of my pussy. I was surprised to find I was starting to get wet.

Instinctively, I reached down for his cock. It felt thick, hot and heavy in my hand. I stroked it - it was surprisingly smooth and silky - and it seemed to get even thicker and heavier. Hector's hand slid around to the front and a clever finger slipped between my pussy lips and began stroking inside my slit in a very pleasant way. Despite my concern that I was technically about to be raped, I could feel myself getting more aroused.

After a minute or two, he reached up to my shoulders and gently pushed me down. OK, I knew what I was expected to do, though he seemed rather too big for my mouth. A thought struck me, and I moved sideways and extracted a pack of wipes from my bag, together with a water bottle. Hector was a little bemused when I wiped over his cock, and then dribbled some tepid water on it to rinse the antibacterial liquid off, but I could imagine what it might taste like if he'd been sitting in his office all day.

I looked to Mariel, who was stroking Gonzalo's cock up and down while he sucked her nipples. "Hey, sweetie. You might like to use a wipe if he wants you to suck him." I gestured to the pack I'd put on the desk between us. As an afterthought, I gently wiped over my pussy. Well, it was always possible...

And then I was on my knees, trying to fit the head of Hector's oversized dick into my mouth. I couldn't taste the disinfectant in the wipes - just some salty pre-cum. And the head was big. I struggled to open my mouth wide enough and not graze him with my teeth. I could only take around two inches before my jaw started to ache too much, so I moved to licking and 'side-sucking' him, working on his balls and the underside of that massive cock-head. He didn't seem to mind.

I glanced across to Mariel, who was having more success - or is that 'suck-cess' - with Gonzalo. Quite a lot of his dick was going in and out of my daughter's pretty little mouth, and Gonzalo's expression showed that he felt she was doing a good job.

Hector, meanwhile, let out a few low moans to indicate that he, too, was also enjoying what I was doing. I reciprocated by having another attempt at getting his cock-head into my mouth. In yoga and Pilates, when you're at the limit of a stretch and you need to go farther, the trick is not to push it but to relax into it. I tried that with my jaw, and I was surprised that the ache reduced and I was able to squeeze another inch inside. I swirled my tongue in a way that I knew guys everywhere enjoy. Hector was no exception; he moaned loudly.

And then he surprised me by pushing my head away and lifting me to my feet - and then onto the desk - before sliding me back as his head went between my thighs and his tongue hit the spot. I think I must've moaned very loudly. Fuck, nobody had licked my pussy in months; longer, because it had been almost a year since my husband announced he wanted a divorce. Since then, I'd dated precisely three men, only one of whom - the first - was allowed into my bed. The experience was so disappointing that the second and third guys never got past a chaste kiss.

But Hector was clearly into pussy eating, and I soon became very into Hector eating me. If this was a prelude to rape, it was better than the prelude to consensual sex that used to occur, albeit infrequently, in my bedroom over a period of some years. Shit, he ate pussy like he'd been starving for a week. His tongue was strong and flexible, snaking a surprising way up inside me, as well as exploring all of the folds between my legs - and yes, there are a few; I like to think of them as my 'wings' - and rimming my ass. That was quite a surprise. It wasn't something Noah ever felt like doing, and it hadn't appealed before. It tickled at first, and then felt so horny that my fuck-hole started to drool.

I glanced across to Mariel. I wasn't sure whether she'd had a shorter treatment from Gonzalo or whether he'd just gone for the main event, but she was bent over the next desk being energetically fucked from behind. Gonzalo had hold of her hips and was thrusting quite enthusiastically, but Mariel didn't seem to mind. She was rubbing her clit and her face had a look on it that I associated with erotic concentration.

Then Hector's skillful tongue, which has been doing some excellent work on my clit, snaked up my body. His mouth took a couple of detours to capture and suck each nipple in turn, before leaving a damp trail up my neck to my mouth. Another long, luscious kiss. Then he pulled back - and handed me a condom in its wrapper. OK, so I'd only had to use one of these once in the past twenty years or so, with my disastrous first date - he was utterly hopeless - but I knew how. I tore the wrapper open and carefully unrolled the slick, thin rubber over Hector's prodigious organ. Knowing where it was going next, what was going to happen to me, made my insides flutter, partly in fear, partly in anticipation.

The anticipation didn't last long, because before I knew it, the big head of that extra-large cock was pressing at the wet entrance of my pussy-hole; a hole that hadn't been filled with anything except the occasional plastic toy for months, and had never had anything that big inside it. Was I scared? Well, yes. Was I maybe a little excited? You betcha!

And as Hector slid the beast slowly into me, I realized that this was going to be an extraordinary experience. He took it slowly, thankfully, because I don't think I could have coped with having something that size shoved in hard. As it was, the stretch was almost uncomfortable, but the pressure on my G-spot as he pushed deeper was intriguing, and my 'wings' wrapped tightly around his shaft and got plenty of stimulation too. I was alternately looking at his rather handsome, dark face and then down in amazement at the beast that was invading my body.

And then he hit bottom, and I almost screamed. The sensations were unlike anything I'd ever felt before - intense pressure on a sensitive spot that I didn't even know existed - while my pussy-hole was trying to adjust to the size of its new occupant and my G-spot was reeling from being stimulated so hard. I threw my head back and moaned loudly.

Hector grinned down at me and then began the reverse journey. The way that ultra-big cock pressed on my G-spot was something new, unexpected - and fabulous. On my God! The sensations inside me as he pulled back, slid slowly in, and repeated that action, were like nothing Noah had ever achieved. And there was this fit and - yes - handsome guy between my legs. I'd never really been attracted to black guys before, not because of any prejudice or bad experience, but just because, in the small social group in which I found myself with my husband, there weren't any younger black guys. Sure, there were some 'patrician'-like African Americans at the clubs we frequented and in the companies I worked for - think Morgan Freeman - but the only guys who might have been attractive enough to invite between my legs, if I'd been inclined to, were parking cars and acting as waiters.

But Hector, he was the real deal. Not only was he ripped, tall and handsome, but he had a prodigious dick and he certainly knew how to use it. Within a few minutes, my feet were crossed behind his back, just above his firm, muscular butt, and he was thrusting in and out of me like a steam train piston. The sensations he was stirring up were like nothing I'd felt before. Apart from the incessant G-spot pressure that was becoming almost unbearable, he'd found several other previously unknown pleasure spots inside me. Right at the top of my pussy-hole there was a region that I never knew could feel erotic sensations - I guess on and around my cervix. Neither Noah - or, indeed, anybody else - had managed to go that deep. I had a sudden vision of Buzz Lightyear saying "To the cervix and beyond!" which kinda made me laugh and offset the sexiness of the situation.

But not for long. Hector had a hold of my titties and kept teasing and squeezing my nipples. He'd lean forward to kiss me - without missing a stroke - and sometimes bend lower to run his clever tongue around my tender buds. And finally, with a grin, he slid one hand down between my wide-open legs and lazily ran his thumb over my exposed and hyper-sensitive clit.

Mariel says I screamed. I don't know; I just felt this rushing in my ears and everything from my upper thighs to my navel turned to jelly. There was a pulsing sensation inside me, and I guessed that Hector must be coming at the same time.

I'd barely had a chance to catch my breath when Hector pulled out. I opened my legs to release him after our powerful mutual climax - only to discover that he hadn't come. It seemed that every spark of that firework display had been mine.

Because he lifted me off the table, turned me around - and slid back in!

"¡Ai, mami! ¡Qué coño más apretado y caliente!" he breathed as he pushed so deep that he carried me further across the desk. I yelped, but with Hector behind and over me, I was in no position to resist; not that I wanted to. As I said, my Spanish is rather halting, but I guessed he was appreciating my pussy. I didn't think I was particularly tight, but with something the size of Hector's dick inside it, it couldn't help but get stretched.

With Noah, if I orgasmed once in a session, that would be it. Hector had other ideas. One big, powerful hand went under my hip, cupping my mound, slipping a finger between my plump pussy lips. "Oh yes!" I breathed. And then...

And then I felt a finger on the other hand circling my butthole. I mean, yes, it tickled but, combined with everything else - his finger in my slit, the powerful thrusts of his massive cock going, if anything, deeper than before - it felt sexy. There was a lot of fluid around, so I shouldn't have been surprised when the tip of a finger - or maybe a thumb - opened my tight ring and slid easily inside.

Girls, have you ever had anything up your ass? Noah tried once or twice to ass-fuck me. It wasn't successful. I dunno; too little lube, minimal preparation, me nervous, him clumsy - whatever. It fucking hurt and we quickly abandoned it. So I was wary of any anal play. But there's something about having a guy slide a digit into your lubed ass and play with the inside of that sensitive ring, while he's fucking you - fucking you expertly - that's dirty and depraved, and if it's the right guy, so fucking hot. And Hector was the right guy.

I guess I lasted a minute, maybe two, of this treatment. I was bent over the desk, defenseless and vulnerable. My pussy was getting force-fed more meat than she'd ever tasted in her life. My clit was being rubbed skillfully, and there was a very naughty thumb fucking my tight, sensitive asshole. And I could see my daughter, similarly bent over a desk as Gonzalo pounded into her from behind. It seemed that he wasn't quite the considerate fucker that Hector was, as my daughter was rubbing her own clit, but she sure didn't look like she felt she was being raped.

With stimulation off the scale, I just gave into it and let climax number two roll through me. Each time Hector's big cock hit my cervix or the new pleasure zone behind it, he seemed to create another ripple in the tsunami that was my orgasm. It went on and on forever until I was just a wet, sobbing mess.

When he pulled out of me, I collapsed onto the desk, still shaking. And I was shocked when he turned me over, took hold of my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. More? Oh my fucking God! How much more of this could I take?

The unspoken answer was 'As much as Hector needs'. And, it seemed, he needed a lot. This time he went in hard and fast. My pussy was already stretched sufficiently to accommodate him, so it was kinda what I was expecting. He pushed my ankles up toward my head and, with me bent double, proceeded to hammer my pussy like crazy. I could see that he was sweating now, despite the cool air conditioning. Did it hurt? Fuck, no! I thought I'd be sore by now, but it seemed my pussy was enjoying her meal so much that she was drooling. Two powerful orgasms down and she was still hungry for more.

I glanced to my left - and what I saw shocked me. There was Mariel, on the edge of the desk, legs spread wide, gazing up at Gonzalo, as he thrust slowly in and out - of her ass! He was cupping her titties while my daughter was rubbing her clit and moaning softly. It seemed that sodomy was on the menu and she and Gonzalo had ordered a big portion. She kept moaning "¡Sí! Sí!", so it seemed she wasn't objecting. I just prayed that Hector didn't choose that option with me, as my virgin ass would never be able to take the huge tube steak that he was wielding. I copied my daughter and started rubbing my clit, hoping that my second coming wouldn't be my last.

When I dragged my eyes away from the spectacle of my little girl seemingly behaving like an anal slut, I was confronted with a view of Hector's powerful body that was very appealing. The curve of his shoulders, the bulge of the muscles of his upper arms, the swell of his deep chest, the sight of his hard six-pack rippling as he hammered his huge cock into me - it all added to my excitement. I was a tiny fraction away from coming, and it looked like he was close. I ramped up the pressure on my clit and stared down at the unfeasibly-large cock that looked like it was occupying all the available space between my wide-spread thighs. I breathed "¡Sí! ¡Fóllame duro! ¡Haz que me corra otra vez!" My Spanish was just about good enough - my vocabulary expanded by a recent drunken late-night conversation with my daughter - to be able to beg him to fuck me hard and to make me come again.

Just about then, I felt orgasm number three begin to build. I was moaning like I was being tortured. If he'd shown me the instrument beforehand, as they did with Galileo, I might've fainted away. But knowing I had to go through with it, and now having experienced the delirious torment that Hector's cock had been able to inflict, I was almost there. So close. So - oh fuuuuuck!

I was about three contractions in when suddenly my pussy was empty. Hector had let go of my ankles reached down and quite roughly lifted my head and shoulders off the desk, while he ripped off the condom with his other hand. The first spurt hit my cheek, and then that fat cock-head was between my lips, his hand pulling my head down as his hard abs pushed him deeper. My hands came up to limit his penetration, just as I started to gag, and my mouth filled with hot, slightly astringent cum, which I swallowed as best I could. My pussy and ass were still throbbing, and my legs were shaking.

I felt totally and utterly fucked. I turned my head just as Mariel sang an incoherent song, her legs jerking and - amazingly - a couple of spurts of fluid gushed out of her open pussy.

*****

We ordered tacos and refried beans, unsure of whether the salad would be safe, and pretty certain that the ceviche wouldn't be, this far inland. The rain had stopped while we were in the border post, and although the hotel's shower was barely warm and a pretty pathetic dribble, I certainly felt better for getting cleaned up. Two cold beers in and neither of us could stop giggling.

I leaned in close. "But you let him fuck your ass! I mean, that's a little - extreme, don't you think?"

"I realized I wanted it. He'd got his fingers up there - first one, then two, then three. I've done anal a few times at college with some of my more persistent boyfriends. Sometimes it sucks, other times it makes me come harder than anything else. Gonzalo was great in my pussy, and he kept whispering these filthy things in Spanish in my ear, and kinda goading me. 'I want your lovely tight ass,' he'd say. 'You'll love it.' And he made it sound like I wanted it too. I managed to tell him that if he wanted it, he'd have to use lots of lube. I don't know, but the thought of getting ass-fucked - especially as I kinda felt I didn't really have a choice - got me so horny. About a minute after he'd started suggesting it, I came. And then he opened a drawer, pulled out some lube, used his fingers to stretch me - and then he was in my ass. It felt so hot and absolutely filthy, I came twice more!"

I ordered us two more beers as the food arrived.

"But Mom, you got the biggest cock I've ever seen. I was kinda jealous, and also kinda worried."

"You wanted the big cock?"

"Well, I guess so. I had two guys with big cocks at college, one black and one Latino. It sure feels different if the guy can really stretch you and go so deep that you think he's gonna cum out of your mouth!" She giggled. "But hey, Mom, I think you kinda liked it."

"Liked it? I..." I leaned closer. "Mariel, I fucking loved it. It was sublime and outrageous and filthy and depraved and so wrong that it was right. OK, so I'm talking bullshit, but sex with Hector was frankly the best in my rather sheltered life. Your Dad didn't come anywhere close. To think I was stuck with that loser for so long." I took a swig of my beer and started to eat.

We were finishing the last of the generous portion of guacamole on what was left of the taco shells when Mariel suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Hey, Mom! Look who just walked in!"

I turned and there, in civilian clothes, were Hector and Gonzalo, sitting down at a nearby table with two bottles of beer.

Mariel looked at me, and I looked at her. I nodded - and we both burst out laughing.

The guys looked up as we approached.

"Hola, muchachos. ¿Les gustaria a los dos un poco mas?" Mariel smiled down at them. I thought that, in her tight, strappy top, braless and with her hair loose, if I was a guy I'd want to fuck her again. I was sure these two would agree.

Feeling Gonzalo's dick sliding up my ass was another strange sensation. Mariel and I had gone to our room ahead of the guys to prepare. By the time they'd arrived, we were naked and my daughter had persuaded me to lube up my ass and stretch it with a plug.

"But it never worked for me before," I protested, a little lamely, as she worked her slippery fingers into my tight hole. A day before, the idea of allowing my daughter to do anything as intimate to me as this would've been bizarre. But things change.

"Trust me, Mom; Gonzalo is the best butt-fucker I've ever met. If you're gonna do it with anyone, he's the one. And if you got off on Hector's size in your pussy, then Gonzalo may be a disappointment, though he really does know how to use his cock."

And she was right; he did. But not before showing me that he knew how to use his mouth. Foreplay was a little minimal - mostly some kissing, nipple sucking and pussy-teasing with his fingers - but Mariel and I were pretty juiced up and fizzing from the memory of what these guys had done to us earlier, so when Gonzalo started nibbling around my 'wings', I was very inclined to let him eat his fill. Maybe ten minutes later I was shoving my clitoris against his tongue, he had two fingers up my pussy, rubbing my G-spot delightfully, and he kept tugging on the plug, stimulating the inside of my ring in a strange but intriguing manner. And I came, very enjoyably, if not quite as powerfully as I had with Hector.

While his cock inside my pussy wasn't as utterly orgasmic as Hector's, he sure beat Noah in the fucking stakes. It also felt weird, having that hard plug in my ass, which moved as he slid in and out of my wet pussy-hole, stimulating me in an unusual, but not unpleasant, manner. Unlike with my daughter, Gonzalo seemed happy to rub my clit as he fucked me from behind, bent across my bed.

While the sensations between my legs were building nicely, I was completely transfixed by what was happening on Mariel's bed. Hector was on his back, head toward me, and Mariel was trying, clearly with some difficulty, to slide down that enormous dick. Unlike me, she'd never had kids, so I guessed she was ultra-tight.

"Oh FUCK!" I heard her moan. "You're - you're fucking HUGE!" And yes, he was. But it was Mariel who had decided that we would change partners, so her task, should she choose to accept it, was to take Hector's enormous dick inside her pussy. It wasn't something that Tom Cruise would ever attempt, but then he wasn't properly equipped for that task. Mariel was - kinda. A looser pussy might've made her experience a little easier, but she was determined to feel what I'd felt earlier. I watched as, inch by excruciating inch, she forced that huge dick into her. She was facing towards me, squatting over Hector's body and easing lower and lower - if 'easing' was a word to describe the way her tight little pussy was getting bent out of shape. Her little squeaks and moans almost made me want to hold my little girl as I had when she was a child. But she was a big girl now, and that part that made her female was getting stretched bigger by the moment.

Maybe the sight of my daughter, struggling to fuck herself on an XXXL cock, added to my excitement. Maybe Gonzalo muttering in my ear "¡Ai! ¡Eres una pequeña zorra muy caliente! ¿Y ahora, en el culo?" got me hotter. I was close. He was calling me a hot little something - I could guess what. And the thought of being sodomized by a guy that my daughter had assured me was an expert was almost tipping me over the edge.

"Sólo - sólo un momento, por favor. Hazme venir - primero." Yes, I would try anal with this handsome Latino, but I wanted to come first. That way, if it didn't work out, if it hurt like it had with Noah, at least I'd have had another orgasm.

He licked the back of my neck - something I find very erotic. Then he reached around and squeezed my breast, palming the nipple. His fingers on my clit were getting me very close, his cock-head, relentlessly rubbing my G-spot felt great. I was so close...

Mariel screamed. "OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Shit, that's so DEEP!" I watched her bounce a little, with maybe two-thirds of that huge lump of man-flesh buried inside her pussy and the rest still sticking out. She looked down, open-mouthed. "Fuck! There's - there's MORE!" She threw her head back, as she bounced again on that enormous dick. I recalled the sensation when Hector had plunged right to the limits of my pussy and hit my womb. Gonzalo didn't have the length for that, but the sensations he was stirring up, and the memory of how it felt to be utterly filled and drilled, tipped me over. I came again.

Gonzalo took that as his cue. Moments later, I felt the strange and surprisingly erotic sensation of having the plug gently tugged out of my butt. Gonzalo slipped out of my pussy, managing to reach and apply a thick coat of lube onto the condom he was wearing, and line up with the recently-vacated hole.

"¿Ahora?" he breathed in my ear. I felt some cold lubricant being pushed into my butt by his slick fingers, and then the pressure of his cock-head on my ring. I remembered Mariel's instructions; 'Push out, like you're trying to take a shit.' Romantic? Not so much. Practical? Well...

"Sí."

Feeling his cock squeezing into my tight hole was - well, strange. I pushed, as instructed and, it transpired, it hurt a lot less than when Noah had tried it. Was it pleasant? Well, not at first. It wasn't exactly painful, but I guess I was focused on making it not hurt, rather than letting it feel good. Whatever, once Gonzalo's cock-head had popped through and was inside my rectum, it started to feel better; erotic, even.

Yes, Gonzalo knew how to fuck an ass. Each stroke took him a little deeper, but ended with him pulling back against my sphincter which felt amazingly hot. He kept crooning in my ear "¡Ai! ¡Un culo tan apretado!" Yes, my butt sure was tight, or had been before Gonzalo invaded it. But hey, it felt - it felt surprisingly good to have it filled with cock. Especially when, having loosened me sufficiently, he increased the speed.

Mariel had explained to me the do's and don'ts of anal sex. More lube than you think is necessary, stretch in advance with fingers and a plug if you have one. (Mariel seemed to think that it was necessary to bring a butt-plug on a mom-and-daughter road trip. As it happened, I was glad she had). Push out as he's going in, get the angle right so he goes in straight, try to relax the ass once his cock-head goes past the ring and ensure he keeps stimulating the inside of the sphincter - the most sensitive part, apparently - on the back-stroke. Don't go too deep too fast, apply more lube as you go along... Oh, and ensure lots of clit play and dirty talk. Anal sex isn't romantic - it's filthy and depraved and should be treated as such. And not everyone can get off from the pleasure zones inside their rectum, so clit-play is very important.

It seemed Gonzalo knew all the rules, and then some. He found places deep inside my ass that enjoyed being stimulated by the bulbous head of his stiff cock. OK, they weren't going to give me an instant orgasm, but added to the other sensations, he was ramping me up in just the right way. While I didn't fully understand his whispers in my ear - "Un culo tan apretado," and "Eres una zorra sucia," I got the basic idea. Yes, my ass must feel tight - much tighter than a pussy that, over twenty years earlier, had squeezed out an eight-pound baby. And I later discovered that 'zorra sucia' means 'dirty slut', which at that moment, I confess I was.

See, anal sex isn't just a physical thing. The brain plays a huge part in how the body enjoys the experience. If, like me, you've been subjected to an inept husband trying to get his cock up your butt, your brain is telling you that it's gonna hurt before anything happens. If, on the other hand, you've witnessed your daughter having a squirting orgasm from having a handsome guy's dick deep in her ass, you might want to try it with said guy to see if he could do the same for you.

And, ultimately, he could. I have to say that maybe, if I hadn't been transfixed by the sight of my daughter writhing and moaning in an extended orgasm, impaled on Hector's enormous dick, her spread legs flailing out of control, I might not have been quite so receptive. But that, coupled with Gonzalo's more regular-sized cock plowing to its full length into my virgin rectum, tugging mercilessly on my sensitive ring, and with his fingers rubbing rather expertly on my clit, I hit my first anal orgasm that night, at the ripe old age of forty-six. As my anus went into orgasmic ripples, I felt an answering pulse from Gonzalo's cock, and reveled in the fact that I had become a dirty anal slut who was milking semen from the cock of a handsome Latino guy.

*****

The bus bumped its way along the potholed road towards Bogotá. Twenty years earlier, no sane gringo would've dreamed of making this journey. Kidnappings and murders were the order of the day. But now we felt safe - if a little tender after our recent experiences.

"He was - he was huge, Mom. I mean, I'm still sore. But he hit places that..."

"I know, Baby. He hit the same places inside me. My pussy isn't complaining, but I've had to put tissues in my panties in case my ass leaks. It still feels like it hasn't returned to its normal size."

"But it was good, right? And that was really your first experience of..." She leaned closer. "Of butt sex?"

"Yes. And it was as good as you said."

"I'm glad."

"And was Hector's huge cock everything you could've wished for?"

"God, I thought he would split me in two! But - but I've never come that much. I mean, with both of those guys. They were just amazing."

"Yeah. Just imagine what it would've been like if they'd decided our passports were in order!"

"Too horrible to imagine," Mariel replied.

We both laughed loudly.