Mother and Daughter, Two Bottles, and a Confession
For years, Romina had imagined her mother while making love to her boyfriend. That night, with wine loosening her tongue, she could no longer keep it inside.
For years, Romina had imagined her mother while making love to her boyfriend. That night, with wine loosening her tongue, she could no longer keep it inside.
I went down determined to confront him about his affair. I ended up on his lap, with my robe lifted and my body burning for something I should never have felt.
When she twisted her ankle, my aunt didn’t look for another chair: she sat right on my lap, in front of the whole family, and started moving slowly.
Bruno had spent the whole night staring at his friend’s mother’s neckline. What he didn’t know was that the two women had worked out every detail of the game long before they did.
No one at the firm imagined what Lorena did during lunch break, two floors down, behind a door she always locked.
Claudia thought of herself as a respectable, religious, faithful mother. But that afternoon, kneeling in front of her own son, she understood she could no longer ignore the darkness in her.
When his mother came down the stairs in that tight dress, Marcos knew that trip to the movies was not going to end the way he expected.
I massaged him after the beach, without thinking. I felt his erection under his trunks and knew that summer wouldn’t end like the others.
I found her dancing with a stranger when she was supposed to be with her friends. I followed her, hid, and what I saw behind that curtain changed everything.
I hugged him to comfort him and then felt his erection against my hip. In that instant I knew neither of us would ever be the same again.
She opened the door in a badly tied robe, heels on, and a smile that wasn’t a welcome. Her husband wasn’t there, and she knew it when she let me in.
We were 19 when Laura decided to teach us how to kiss. What began as an innocent game took us much farther than anyone imagined.
It was late, we were alone at home, and Mom began talking about something she never should have told us. By the time I wanted to stop her, I no longer wanted her to stop.