Peeping

It’s two in the morning, I can’t sleep, and I’m alone. The heat is brutal, the bed is burning me, and my mind starts drifting to names and bodies I thought I’d forgotten.

That night I thought of no one. I undressed in the half-light and discovered that the body I had given so much to others could belong only to me.

I was going to wait for him on my knees wearing the new set. What I didn’t imagine was how far I’d go on my own, in front of the mirror, before he arrived.

I parked behind the trees, spread the towel over the back seat, and thought I was completely alone. I had no idea what I’d see when I switched on the headlights.

I’m naked on the rug, facing the mirror, still trembling from the last orgasm. And then I decide to play back what I just filmed of myself.

I closed my eyes thinking I was alone. When I felt the shadow at the door, it was already too late to pretend I wasn’t thinking about him.

I hesitated for a couple of seconds, but the drinks had already made the decision for me. I took off my dress, sat on the sofa, and let the others settle on the floor to watch.

It was nine in the morning, I was wearing a dress that could be pulled aside easily, and a secret was vibrating between my legs. No driver beside me imagined what I was doing.

I stormed upstairs to scold her for the noise, but when I opened the door and saw her like that, I was the one left speechless and powerless.

On the other side of the wall, his mother’s moans kept him from sleeping. And when she called him into her room the next day, Bruno knew nothing would ever be the same.

When the study door creaked behind me, I knew we weren’t alone, and that the woman hiding in the shadows wasn’t leaving.

I put my finger where no father should ever touch and felt him tremble. He said no, that he was my father. But that night I learned what a man becomes when he denies what he wants most.

I saw his silhouette outlined against the refrigerator light, barefoot on the cold tile, and I knew I hadn’t come down that night for a glass of milk.

I went into his room like any mother. I came out knowing my own son desired me, and that a part of me had spent months waiting for exactly that.

When I saw her come down through the lobby at six in the morning, with a suitcase bigger than she was, I knew that summer would be unlike any other.