Mother Son

I only meant to tell him to turn the porn volume down. I never imagined that argument would end with the two of us on his bed, with nothing between us.

When Greta opened the bathroom door and found us like that, I knew the lockdown was only just beginning to drag all our secrets into the light.

I called my psychologist because I’d been burning all day. Her voice convinced me that no desire was a sin, not even what I felt for Diego.

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.

She lowered her forehead onto the oak desk, between the son and his mother, and understood that her title as a respectable mother-in-law had just died in that office.

Ever since I returned to his life, every shower was our ritual. But that afternoon I offered him something no mother should offer, and he didn’t hesitate.

The night she offered me a test to see if she was worth it, my mother took off her robe and I understood there was no going back between us.

Hidden among the trees, they heard them gasping, and back at the table the woman whispered an idea to her son that he never imagined he’d dare to carry out.

My friend couldn’t take his eyes off her. I pretended to be annoyed, but the truth is I understood perfectly what he felt when he looked at her.

I live naked in this apartment where no one knows us, waiting for my son to come back each night. After him there will be no other man, and I knew it from day one.

It was my daughter’s wedding, but it was him I looked for in the crowd. A ballad, the sand under our feet, and suddenly he was no longer just my son.

Two hours before the vows, I tried to steal one last kiss from my fiancé and crossed the forest to his cabin. The back window showed me something I’d never forget.

I thought I knew my son until that night, when his confession forced me to choose between indignation and something far darker that had slept for years.

I’d spent my whole life seeing her in heels and stockings, but until that night on the sofa I’d never imagined what her feet could make me feel.

I never thought a late-night talk with my grandmother, half-finished drinks, and the TV on in the background would uncover what happened every Saturday in the other house in town.

At the first traffic light, she hiked up her dress and I understood that this car ride wasn’t about shopping. My mother had other plans for us both.

Marisol thought her son was only watching his cousin. But that night, in the same dress and with the same curves, she realized the real temptation was her.

It was three in the morning when I heard the key in the lock. I hid behind the curtain, never imagining what my mother would let them do a meter away from me.

He came to my room to confront me about what happened on Saturday, but what he confessed afterward left me breathless: he had seen everything, and he liked it.

“I’ll help you,” Lorena said before going upstairs to change. When she came down in that fitted skirt, neither of them imagined how far that morning would go.