Mother Son

I only meant to connect the cameras to my phone. Instead I found, recorded and dated, what my mother did every time my father left for work.

We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.

When she came out to the garage dressed like that, I knew I’d lose the bet. What I couldn’t imagine was how far that summer would go with her and her mother.

The moment the gathering loosens up and no one is looking, I slip into the bathroom. I know exactly what I’m going to find in the hamper, and I know perfectly well what I’m going to do with it.

Every night she asked me for something new through the bars of her window, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no, even if it meant rummaging through my own mother’s laundry basket.

His heart was racing and the sheet was soaked in the seven-degree dawn. The problem wasn’t the cold —it was who he’d dreamed about.

I always knew my mother was different from the others, but not until that dawn did I understand how different — or how far I was willing to go.

At four in the morning, locked under the sheets with my mother’s phone, I started opening folder after folder, unaware that nothing would ever be the same.

My mother thought it was another man pounding her against the headboard. Beside her, my sister blew me kisses while my father punished her without mercy.

The car was so packed there was only one seat left: on her son’s lap. Marisol never imagined five hours on the road would be enough to cross the one line she should never have crossed.

Three hours reading stories on my phone were enough for me to accept Iván’s proposal. The next day, that hidden camera changed my whole life.

The rule was simple: keep the mask on, no talking. What Marcos didn’t know was who he was touching on his knees in my living room.

Camila closed the blind without taking her eyes off me, and when I got into bed, I could think of nothing else but what she had said about my mother.

I went downstairs for water at midnight and found her awake, ready to give my wife the one lesson I had never managed to teach her.

He came home in tears because his girlfriend had dumped him that very day. His mother only wanted to comfort him. Neither of them imagined how far it would go.

“You come in wearing a mask and give her pleasure in front of him,” she told me as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And instead of refusing, I was already imagining it.