Chapter 3

“Diablo! Coño! [Damn / Hell! Damn it!!] That’s how you treat your mother???

“Coñaso [Godamnit], what the fuck?!? Mami, what the fuck is that video on your TV?!?

“Callete Mija y respecta tu madre. Ayudame ir por el baño” [Shut up my daughter and respect your mother. Help me to the bathroom]

“Lo siento Mami, I’m sorry I yelled at you like that. Pero ... I need an explanation, Mami.”

“Yo se, yo se. [I know, I know] Just take me to the bathroom and help me clean up and I will tell you the whole story. And hand me my vibrator so I can clean it.”

I climbed over Mami and handed her the vibrator, then helped her from the bed to the bathtub. We were silent while the water ran. I put in bath salts and set up her products along the edge while she used the toilet and sanitized her toy.

Mami got settled in the water. I soaped up a loofah and started washing her back. “Ok, Mami. Dime [Tell me]. Please tell me what is going on. Why are you masturbating to a video of Glenn? HOW do you have a video of Glenn? What did you find? What...”

“Calmate Mija, calmate. Te lo digo todo pero paciencia. [Calm down, Dear, calm down. I will tell you everything but be patient]. Please, be patient and let me tell you the long story.”

“Lo siento Mami, pero por favor, digame.” [I’m sorry, Mom, but please, tell me.] I could not stop the tears and slid to the floor.

“Tranquilo, Bébé, tranquilo.” [It’s OK, baby, It’s OK.] Mami hugged me until I was all cried out. She wiped my tears, made sure Gloria was ok leaning against the tub and finished her bath. After drying off, she helped Gloria from the floor and they lay down in Gloria’s bed, both their heads and bodies still wrapped in damp towels. Maria noted but did not mention the purple baby doll nightie neatly laid out at the foot of Gloria’s bed.

“Perdoname [Forgive me], Mami. I am so sorry I yelled at you like that. I was so shocked. Estaba hacienda paja! [You were playing with yourself!] Masturbating, and to a video of MY Glenn.”

“Don’t get all worked up again, Bébé. Now hush and let me tell you the story and everything will be clear. And you don’t have to worry. He is YOUR Glenn more than you could ever imagine.

“I’m sorry, Mami. I will be quiet. I promise.”

“Bueno, entonces... [OK, then] It has to be more than 10 years ago, long before either you or Glenn moved back home; Laura’s Joe was still alive. There was a rash of burglaries in town and the burglars were working their way to our neighborhood. Laura and Joe talked to Glenn about it and he came home.”

Mami, I didn’t know! Did anything happen? Were either of your robbed?”

“No, no, everything was fine because of Glenn. He brought a friend that was a security specialist and they installed security systems in both our houses – motion sensors and lights, wireless cameras and most importantly warning signs for the lawn and windows. Glenn paid for all of it. And he got his money’s worth. No one even tried to touch our houses. Years later when the cancer put Joe in the hospital more than at home, Laura gave me access to their security website to watch their home because she practically lived at the hospital with Joe. To make her feel better, I also gave her ours. I told her I needed her to watch our cameras when I was on an overnight catering job or one of my gambling trips.

I completely forgot about the security websites until a few months ago. I was in AC on an extended trip and losing badly, so I set up a catering gig for when I returned. I tried calling you to go shopping for my supplies so they would be there when I got home. I called you many times, but you never answered. The next day I found out you were on a date. But, in the meantime, I was in a bad mood because I was losing and driving myself crazy trying to figure out how to get things in order for the gig so I could focus on my last try to recoup my losses. Then I remembered our security website. I logged in to our website and cycled through the cameras. You were nowhere in the house, but your car was in the driveway. So, I thought, maybe she and Glenn FINALLY got together. And then I remembered I had access to his security cameras, too. I would check his cameras and if you were there, I could call the both of you until one of you answered.

Sooo, I logged on to his website and cycled through the cameras. I did not find you, but what I did find made me forget all about my losses at the blackjack table. I had a new focus - Glenn’s guebo enorme. He was on the bed haciendo paja like you just saw while watching porn on his big screen. It was like an accident scene; I couldn’t turn away; worse, it made me muy caliente. I watched as he made long slow strokes, all the way to the head, all the way to the root. Occasionally he would switch to short strokes concentrating on the head. So long, his two hands could not cover it and it was too thick to bring his fingers together when he gripped it. Long, thick and straight as a board. Not even in porn had I seen such a dick. Every so often he would close his eyes and arch his back. I would almost come in anticipation of seeing that giant firehose shooting his leche. But his other hand would slide down his smooth chest, across those abs to los huevos. He would stop stroking, squeeze and stretch his balls tightly until the need passed. Then he would start stroking and sweating all over again. I watched him jerk off for at least an hour. He came buckets twice and each time, it seemed like he was only soft for about a minute before he was stroking that salami again and working towards the next shot.

“No puedes imaginar. You can’t imagine how hot I was. You know I never dated after tu Papa [your father] died so I was caliente como diablo [horny as Hell]. I must have come ten times watching the show. I had to put a towel on the bed before I went to sleep.” Gloria could imagine because all through the storytelling they were both rubbing their legs together and four nipples were visible even through their thick towels.

“Mami, por favor. You were not desperate. I’m not stupid. I know Tio [Uncle] Jose helped you out. You are so close, and I am sure he loved any opportunity to get away from that perra [bitch], Tia [Aunt] Karen”

“Dios me perdone [Lord forgive me], I tried but, believe it or not, my Joe is faithful to that gringo bitch. I had to look elsewhere for relief when missing your Papa was too much for me. But I had to stop that because of the guilt.”

“What guilt? If Tio Jose turned you down?” My head dropped to my chest. “Mami! Not my Glenn!” I couldn’t look at her anymore and turned my back, tears falling. Mami yanked my arm to face her.

“Estas loca!!! Nunca. [Are you crazy!!! Never.] As much as I would love to eat him up, I never touched Glenn. Besides, as respectful as he is, do you really think he would touch me? All the times I shoved his face into my tetas, and he has never copped a feel. Not once. Sigh ... no I found someone else.”

Quivering, I wiped my eyes and pulled myself together. After a moment, a stillness passed over me. My jaw dropped and I could see in Mami’s eyes knew I figured it out. “No ... Really ... Is that why our lawn needed mowing THREE times a week???”

“Yes, Mija. You know your primo looks even more like your father than my Joe. I couldn’t resist.”

“But Mami. He is such a conceited asshole.”