I'm a 19-year-old Colombian girl, living in a cramped studio apartment with my 39-year-old mom, who's also Colombian. She's a total MILF with her 38D tits, curvy hips, and that confident, slutty vibe she gets when she's out clubbing. Her boyfriend, Alex, is this 31-year-old Mexican mechanic—5'7", athletic build, tanned skin, and a cocky grin that makes my pussy tingle just thinking about it. They hooked up at a club a year ago, probably just a one-night stand, but now he's practically living with us. Mom's been single for years, raising me alone, and she loves hitting the clubs on weekends to let loose. Alex supports us financially too—he's generous like that—and recently, he even gifted me a beat-up 2008 Toyota Corolla after Mom's old car crapped out.
From the start, Alex couldn't keep his eyes off me. Mom told me he used to whisper during their fucks that I was a mini version of her—beautiful, sexy, with a body that begged to be touched. I'd catch him staring at my 34C tits or my ass when I walked by, his gaze lingering like he was undressing me. He's handsome as hell for his age, with that rugged mechanic charm, and yeah, I had a massive crush on him. But he was Mom's guy, so I played it cool, avoiding him whenever he came over. Still, the tension was there, simmering under the surface.
Our apartment's tiny—one bedroom, thin walls—so privacy? Forget it. I'd come home from university and hear Mom moaning like a whore, her bed creaking as Alex pounded her. They'd try to quiet down when I opened the door, but the air reeked of sweat and cum, making my nipples harden and my panties soak. It was impossible not to get turned on; I'd sneak peeks through the crack in the door, watching them fuck under the covers—Mom riding his dick, her big tits bouncing, or him slamming into her in missionary, her legs wrapped around him. The smell of sex lingered for hours, driving me crazy. I'd finger myself in my bed at night, imagining it was me getting railed.
Weekends, Alex was always around, lounging in his boxers, his muscular chest on display. He'd brush past me in the kitchen, his hand grazing my waist or shoulder "accidentally." It felt wrong, but fuck, I liked it—his touch sent sparks straight to my clit. Mom noticed and didn't care; she'd ask me stuff like, "Isn't he a good guy? Takes care of us, and I know he likes you." I'd blush and agree, my heart pounding.
Over the past year, things got weirder—and hotter. I'd walk into their room by mistake while they were fucking, catching Mom on top, grinding her wet pussy on his cock, or him drilling her from behind, her ass jiggling. Once, while Mom was cooking supper, I was in bed under the blanket, watching porn on my phone, fingering my dripping cunt and licking my fingers clean. Alex walked in, saw me, winked, and said, "Enjoy yourself, hermosa." I froze, terrified he'd tell Mom, but he just smirked and left. I dressed quick and joined them in the kitchen, avoiding his eyes, but the air was thick with unspoken heat.
At night, it was even filthier. They'd fuck right next to me in the queen-sized bed, low moans filling the room. I'd pretend to sleep, but I'd peek—Mom sucking his dick, her lips stretched around his thick shaft, or him fucking her missionary under the blanket, the outline of his cock sliding in and out. Sometimes she'd ride him naked, her 38D tits swaying, nipples hard, her pussy lips gripping him as she bounced. They knew I was watching, and Mom never said a word—she needed her fucks, and there was no other way. Eventually, it became our thing. I'd finger myself openly, watching like a dirty voyeur, the room stinking of pussy juice and cum. Anyone walking in would've gotten instantly hard from the scent alone.
One night, around 5 a.m., after they'd just finished a session, Mom turned to me, her voice soft but teasing. "Still horny, baby?" I blushed, shy as hell. She patted the middle of the bed. "Come here, sweetie. Sleep between us. Alex will lick that pretty pussy of yours good." He was still there, stroking his rock-hard cock, grinning. I stared at it—thick, veiny, glistening with Mom's juices—and yeah, I wanted it bad. "You staring like you need this dick inside you right now," Mom taunted, her hand on my thigh.
I couldn't resist. I climbed in, heart racing. Alex kissed my forehead. "Good morning, hermosa." Mom smiled and slid down, giving him a sloppy blowjob, her eyes locked on mine. Alex grabbed my waist, kissed my neck, fondled my tits, and slipped his fingers into my soaked pussy for the first time. I was drenched from watching them all night. Mom came up, making me feel safe, then Alex flipped me onto my back, stripping off my clothes—I wasn't wearing a bra anyway. He kissed my neck, sucked my nipples, and dove between my legs, licking my hairy pussy like it was the sweetest treat. His tongue swirled my clit, dipping inside, making me squirm. Mom joined in, sucking my tits, pinching my nipples. "My daughter's such a big girl now," she murmured, proud and horny.
Alex ate me out so good, I came hard, squirting all over his face, soaking the bed that was already messy with Mom's cum and his load. It felt like I was pissing, but in the best way. He kissed me passionately, tasting my juices, and Mom suggested he fuck me. She didn't even ask me—I was dying for it. He slid on top, missionary style, pushing his bare cock into my tight virgin pussy. No blood, just pure pleasure as he stretched me. He fucked me slow at first, then harder, pounding for 20-25 minutes, his balls slapping my ass. I moaned, clawing his back, feeling every inch. He creampied me deep, his hot cum filling me up. "Aww, my baby girl," Mom cooed, fingering my pussy and licking his load off her fingers.
Then she suggested I suck him. His dick was covered in my juices, smelling like my cunt mixed with Mom's spit. I loved it—thick, salty, throbbing in my mouth. I sucked him clean, gagging a little, while Mom watched, fingering herself.
After that, things escalated. Alex pulled me onto all fours, Mom lying back with her legs spread. "Eat Mommy's pussy while Daddy fucks you," she commanded. I dove in, licking her swollen clit, tasting her tangy arousal. Alex rubbed his cock against my entrance, then slammed in, filling me completely. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, gripping my hips and pounding me hard. His hands roamed—pinching my nipples, slapping my ass. Mom ground against my face, her thighs squeezing me as she came, flooding my mouth. I orgasmed next, my pussy clenching around him, squirting again. Alex followed, unloading another creampie inside me, his cum leaking out.
Mom cleaned me up with her tongue, lapping at our mess, while Alex stroked back to life. "You two are my sluts now," he said, eyes dark with lust. "This pussy and that one—all mine." Mom grinned. "What do you say, baby? Ready to be our fucktoy?" I nodded, breathless, my body aching for more. From then on, our weekends were endless orgies—tangled in sweat and cum, moans echoing, the apartment reeking of sex. I'd wake up sore, filled, and craving the next time he'd bend me over or Mom would share his cock with me. It was dirty, wrong, and I fucking loved it.
It didn't take long after that first night for things to get even more intense between Mom, Alex, and me. Looking back, I realize Mom and Alex had been exploring some seriously kinky stuff long before I joined in. They'd been together for a year, and in that time, they'd developed this secret fetish for piss play that drove them wild. Mom loved the taste of Alex's piss—warm, salty, and intimate, like a forbidden elixir that bonded them. She'd slurp it straight from his dick after he'd hold it in, her lips wrapped around the head, swallowing every drop with a greedy moan. And Alex? He was obsessed with her squirt. Mom was a squirter, and he'd bury his face in her pussy during sex, lapping up her juices like they were nectar, his tongue probing deep to make her gush all over him. They'd do it in the bathroom sometimes, or right in bed, turning their fucks into these messy, primal rituals. "It's our dirty little secret," Mom would whisper to him afterward, licking the remnants from his chin. They loved it because it felt raw, natural, and totally taboo—something that made their sex feel alive and connected in a way vanilla stuff never could.
I didn't know about any of that at first. But after our threesome started, they eased me into it slowly, making sure I felt safe and wanted. It began innocently enough, or at least as innocent as creampie cleanup can be. The morning after our first full night together, I woke up sandwiched between them, my body sore but buzzing with afterglow. Alex had fucked me twice more before dawn, and Mom had ridden his face while I sucked his balls. The sheets were a disaster—sticky with cum, sweat, and my own squirt. Mom stirred first, her hand sliding down to my pussy, fingers dipping into the mess of Alex's load leaking out of me. "Mmm, look at this," she purred, scooping up a glob of his cum mixed with my juices and bringing it to her lips. She sucked it off her fingers with a wet pop, her eyes locking onto mine. "Taste it, baby. It's delicious—your daddy's cum and your sweet pussy. Clean up after him like a good girl."
I hesitated, my cheeks burning, but the way she said it—proud, loving—made me curious. I was still riding the high of finally being included, feeling like the missing piece in their puzzle. So I leaned down, my tongue tentatively licking the trail of cum from my inner thigh. It was salty, thick, with a hint of my own musk. Alex woke up then, grinning as he watched. "That's my girl," he murmured, his hand stroking my hair. Mom guided me, showing me how to lap it up properly, her fingers spreading my lips to expose more. "See? It's all part of loving each other. No waste, no shame." I did it, sucking the creampie from my own pussy while she kissed me, tasting it on my tongue. It felt intimate, like sharing a secret meal, and yeah, I started to like the warmth, the way it coated my mouth and made me feel owned by them both.
From there, they introduced me to more in the 69 position, which became our favorite way to play. We'd tangle up on the bed—me on top of Mom, my face buried in her pussy, or vice versa—while Alex watched or joined in. One afternoon, after a lazy morning fuck where Alex had filled Mom's cunt with his load, she pulled me into a 69. "Eat Mommy's creampie, sweetie," she cooed, her legs wrapping around my head. I dove in, my tongue scooping out his cum from her swollen folds. It was messy, dripping down my chin, but Mom was moaning, her hips bucking as she licked my clit in return. Alex knelt beside us, stroking his cock, and that's when he first squirted on me—well, sort of. Mom was grinding against my face, her arousal building, and suddenly she gushed, her squirt splashing my mouth and nose. It was warm, like diluted piss but sweeter, tangy with her essence. I sputtered at first, surprised, but Mom held me there. "Drink it, baby. It's Mommy's love juice. Alex loves it too—watch."
Alex leaned in, his tongue joining mine to lap up her squirt from her pussy and my face. He groaned, savoring it, his eyes rolling back. "Fuck, it's addictive," he said, kissing me deeply so I could taste her on him. I swallowed, feeling a weird thrill. It wasn't gross; it was hot, like being part of their world. Mom assured me it was natural. "God made no mistakes, mi amor," she whispered, her fingers stroking my hair as we untangled. "Piss and squirt are just extensions of our bodies—warm, wet, meant to be shared in bed when we're making love. It's how we connect, how we show we trust each other completely." Hearing that from her, my devout Catholic mom who prayed every Sunday, made it feel almost holy. Like this was our sacred ritual, not sin. I nodded, believing her, and from then on, I craved the taste of her squirt, begging for it during our sessions.
Piss came next, a step up that they introduced gently. It was a few days later, during one of our weekend marathons. We'd been fucking for hours—Alex pounding Mom doggy-style while I rimmed her ass, my tongue circling her tight hole, tasting her sweat and musk. I loved anal rimming her; it made me feel powerful, like I was worshipping her body. She'd moan, pushing back against my face, her cheeks spreading wide. "Yes, baby, lick Mommy's asshole. Make me feel good." And I'd do it eagerly, my own pussy dripping, knowing Alex was watching, getting harder. Sometimes he'd rim me too, his rough tongue probing my ass while Mom sucked my clit, or vice versa—she'd bury her face in my crack, her tongue swirling, making me squirm with pleasure. It was filthy, but I adored it, feeling so special, so included in their secret sex life. No one else knew; it was just us three in our cramped apartment, our bodies entwined in ways that made me feel loved and desired.
That night, after Alex had creampied Mom again, she suggested we try something new. We were in 69—me on top, licking his cum from her pussy while she ate mine. Alex was behind me, his cock hard, but instead of fucking, he pulled out and aimed at my face. "Open your mouth, hermosa," he said softly. Mom paused, looking up at me with reassurance. "It's okay, sweetie. Just like the squirt—warm and loving." I was nervous, but the trust in her eyes, plus the way she'd framed it as God's design, made me comply. He let go, a stream of hot piss hitting my lips. I flinched at first, the salty tang flooding my mouth, but Mom reached up, holding my head steady. "Swallow, baby. It's part of us." I did, gulping it down, feeling it warm my throat. It wasn't awful—bitter, yes, but intimate, like drinking his essence. He moaned, loving how I took it, and Mom slurped the rest from his dick afterward, her usual ritual, before kissing me and sharing the taste.
I started liking it because it made me feel even closer to them. The first few times, it was overwhelming, but soon, I craved the warmth, the submission. During our fucks, I'd beg for it—Alex pissing on my tits while Mom licked it off, or me slurping his dick clean after he'd emptied his bladder into her mouth. It became part of our journey, a way to bond deeper. And God, I loved the entire sex journey with them. Waking up tangled in their limbs, the apartment smelling of piss, cum, and sweat—it was our world. I'd feel special, like the luckiest girl, part of this secret that made us a family in the most twisted, beautiful way. Mom would cuddle me after, whispering, "You're our perfect little slut, mi vida. God blessed us with this." Alex would agree, kissing us both, his hands roaming our bodies.
Anal rimming stayed a favorite. I'd spend hours with my face in Mom's ass, tongue-fucking her hole while she fingered herself, or Alex would rim me until I squirted, his beard scratching my cheeks. It was raw, loving, and I felt empowered, desired. Our weekends blurred into endless pleasure, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was dirty, wrong to the world, but to us? It was everything.
Mom's POV: Mom, Daughter, and her boyfriend
I never thought I'd find myself scrolling through some anonymous erotic stories on my phone late at night, but there I was, curled up in bed after a long day at work, my body still humming from the weekend's escapades with Alex and my daughter—let's call her Sofia in this story, though in real life, she's my everything. I'm Maria, 39, a Colombian mom who's always been a bit of a wild card, even if I hid it behind prayers and Sunday mass. Life's been a rollercoaster, but lately, it's felt like heaven on earth. Anyway, I was browsing this forum for some light reading—nothing too heavy, just fantasies to get me in the mood before Alex came home. And then I stumbled upon these two parts. At first, I thought it was just another hot tale: a young Colombian girl, her MILF mom, and the mom's boyfriend turning into this steamy trio. The details hit too close to home—the cramped studio, the clubbing, the mechanic boyfriend, even the car gift. My heart raced as I read on. The descriptions of the sex, the voyeurism, the way it escalated... it was like someone had peeked into our lives and written it down.
By the time I finished the second part, my pussy was soaking through my panties, and I had to set the phone down to catch my breath. It was relatable, sure—God, was it ever. But then it hit me: the writing style, the little personal touches, the way the "daughter" described her feelings... it was Sofia's. My Sofia. My 19-year-old baby girl, who'd been exploring her sexuality with us for months now. I knew her voice, her quirks, the way she phrased things when she talked about her day or her fantasies. She'd written this? My cheeks burned with a mix of shock, pride, and arousal. I loved that she was so open, so happy in her skin. Sex had always been my escape, my joy, but in my past relationships—those toxic assholes I'd dated before Alex—it had been twisted, hurtful. One ex would call me a slut for wanting it rough, another would cheat and leave me bruised in more ways than one. I'd raised Sofia alone, praying she'd never go through that. But seeing her embrace her desires, write about them so vividly, made me swell with love. She was safe with us, with Alex and me. No pain, just pleasure. And yeah, I wanted the best for her—always had. If this was her way of processing it, of sharing our secret world, I was all for it.
I confronted her the next morning over coffee in our tiny kitchen. Alex was out fixing a car, so it was just us. "Sofi, mi amor," I said softly, sliding my phone across the table. "I read something last night. These stories... they sound a lot like us. Did you write them?" Her eyes widened, her face turning that adorable shade of red, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, Mom. I... I wanted to share it anonymously. To feel free." I pulled her into a hug, my 38D tits pressing against her smaller ones. "Baby, I'm not mad. I'm proud. You enjoy sex so much, and you're happy now. That's all I ever wanted for you. No more toxic bullshit like what I went through." She hugged me back, and we talked for hours—about her crushes, her explorations, how she'd always been curious but held back. I admitted I'd sensed her likings: the way she'd linger in the room during our fucks, how she'd touch herself watching us. But I couldn't confess everything; she was young, still figuring it out. Now, though, with our trio, it was all out in the open.
That night, as we lay in bed with Alex, things felt even more intimate. We'd always been straight to the world—me with my past flings, Sofia with her college crushes—but between us, it was different. Neither of us had tasted another woman's pussy before Sofia and I tried it. We both ate our own, sure; I'd lick my fingers clean after fingering myself, and Sofia did the same, especially after squirting. We followed the same diet—healthy, fresh foods that kept our juices tasting sweet and tangy, not bitter. One night, during a marathon session, Alex had just creampied me, his thick load dripping from my swollen lips. Sofia was on her knees, begging to clean me up. "Eat Mommy's creampie, baby," I moaned, spreading my legs. She dove in, her tongue scooping out his cum mixed with my squirt, lapping it up like it was nectar. It was our favorite—eating pussy after a creampie, the salty warmth coating our tongues, making us feel connected, owned. But that time, as she licked me, I reached down and tasted her too. My tongue flicked her clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking. It was electric, forbidden, but we loved it. Now, we're bisexual only for each other—straight to everyone else. No other women, just us, sharing that secret bond.
Alex grinned as he watched us kiss, tasting his cum on our lips. "My girls," he murmured, his cock hardening again. I secretly wished he'd marry Sofia someday. Not just fuck her, but make her his wife, our trio a hidden family of love and lust. He'd take care of us both, and we'd keep our dirty secrets safe. But for now, we focused on the moment. Sofia suggested I write the next part from my POV, to share my side. "Tell our story, Mom," she said, her eyes sparkling. So here I am, reliving it all.
Flash back to that first night we included her. God, it was magical. I'd been with Alex for a year, and our piss play had been our kink—me chugging his warm, salty piss straight from his dick, swallowing every drop like it was holy water, bonding us in that raw, intimate way. He'd lap up my squirt, his face buried in my pussy, tongue probing to make me gush. It felt natural, like God's gift for horny souls. When Sofia joined, we eased her in. That morning after, I woke her with my fingers in her creampied pussy, scooping up Alex's load and feeding it to her. "Taste us, baby," I cooed. She did, and it became our ritual—cleaning up after fucks, no waste, just love.
69 was our go-to. I'd pull her on top, her hairy pussy grinding against my face while she ate my creampie. One afternoon, Alex filled me deep, then watched as Sofia licked it out. I squirted on her face, warm and tangy, and she sputtered but swallowed. "Drink Mommy's love juice," I urged, holding her there. Alex joined, lapping it up, kissing her so she tasted me on him. It was addictive, holy even. Piss came next. During a doggy session, Alex aimed at her mouth. "Open, hermosa," he said. I reassured her, "It's warm and loving, like the squirt." She gulped his stream, salty and bitter at first, but soon craved it. We'd chug it together—me slurping from his dick after he'd pissed in her mouth, or vice versa. It made us closer, our bodies' essences shared.
Anal rimming was filthy bliss. Sofia would bury her face in my ass, tongue-fucking my hole while I fingered my clit. "Lick Mommy's asshole, baby," I'd moan, pushing back. She'd do it eagerly, her own pussy dripping. Alex rimmed her too, his beard scratching her cheeks until she squirted. It empowered her, made her feel desired.
Alex was a master with his fingers. He'd use both to finger our holes—thumb in ass, fingers in pussy, curling to hit our spots. Once, he tried something wild: one hand on Sofia, two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass, stretching her while his other hand did the same to me—fingers plunging into my cunt and asshole simultaneously. We came hard, squirting and clenching, our juices mixing as he pumped us. "My sluts," he growled, loving how we took it.
Now, in bed, our bodies tangled, the air thick with sweat, cum, and piss. Alex had just creampied Sofia, his load leaking from her tight pussy. "Eat her creampie, Maria," he commanded, stroking his cock. I dove between her legs, my tongue scooping out his cum, salty and thick with her musk. She moaned, grinding against my face. "Mommy, yes... clean me." I lapped it up, swallowing every drop, then sucked her clit until she squirted, her warm gush flooding my mouth. I chugged it, tangy and sweet from our diet, feeling her love. Alex pissed on us then—first on my tits, then Sofia's, the hot stream making us shiver. We licked it off each other, our tongues dancing, bisexual only for this.
Sofia straddled my face next, her pussy dripping. "Your turn, Mom." I ate her out, tasting our shared essences, while Alex fingered us both—his left hand in my holes, right in hers, pumping until we orgasmed together, squirting and clenching. He creampied me again, and Sofia cleaned it up, her tongue deep inside me. We kissed, cum and squirt on our lips, Alex watching with lust.
"You're our family," I whispered to them both, my heart full. Sofia smiled. "And you'll write more, Mom?" I nodded, loving this life. No toxicity, just love, lust, and safety. For my daughter, forever.