Mother Son

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.

I’d been in a coma for a month when a warm hand slipped under the sheet in the dead of night. Only when I opened my eyes did I learn who had decided to wake me.

I went into my room and found her naked in a corner, masturbating while she watched me. She said nothing. Neither did I. I just sat down in front of her.

Her cold hands moved slowly over a place no hand should have gone. I didn’t make a sound. But something broke that afternoon, and nothing was ever quite the same.

The doctor was clear: seven days of treatment. My mother, a nurse by profession, said she’d take care of it herself. I had no idea what that meant.

I got up at three in the morning because of moans I couldn’t ignore. My mother’s door was ajar, and I stood frozen in the hallway.

When I went into his room that night, he was already waiting for me. There was something different in his gaze, something I had never seen in my son’s eyes before.

When I entered that room and saw my mother riding my best friend, I knew nothing would ever be the same. What happened next shattered every rule I knew.

When she asked me to undress and climb onto the examination table, I knew something between us was going to break that could never be put back together.

When I went up to his room to see why he hadn’t come down for lunch, my son asked me to close the door. He had something to show me on his cellphone.

I caught her naked in bed, with two fingers buried in her cunt. What I didn’t expect was for my own mother to show up and join the game without asking.

The sun burned our naked skin while Damián split me open without mercy, and in the water, a few meters away, my mother discovered that she was hungry too.

I pulled a dildo from the drawer that still smelled of her and found her with her gaze lowered, biting her lip as if I’d caught her in something more intimate than a secret.

When I clung to his waist on the first curve, I knew I wasn’t going to behave like his father’s wife that night. He was ten years younger than him.

When I went to the park to confront the boy extorting my son, I never imagined I’d be the one paying the most intimate price.

When we reached the harbor and she got off the bike, her hands were still on my waist. Neither of us pulled away right away.

I looked in the mirror and knew something had changed. He was still sleeping on the other side of the hallway, and I had spent ten minutes unable to look away from his door.

When Dimitri called me over to watch my mother service him on her knees, something in me broke forever. Or maybe it was born.

When Arturo asked me to turn around, I understood what he wanted. The most disturbing thing was realizing I couldn’t say no either.

Claudia showed up at her son’s place not knowing we were waiting. Work uniform, tired eyes. No one prepared her for what was coming.