Seduction

I came home from the hospital with my arm in a cast and a thought I couldn’t shake. That night I went to the bathroom, and my mother appeared in the doorway just when I thought I was alone.

It was six forty. She checked her watch, asked me to pull over by the alley, and before I could ask anything, she was already kissing me.

I joked that she should sleep with me that night. I never imagined that after midnight, my bedroom door would actually open.

For weeks I’d been pretending I wasn’t looking at him. That night, with two drinks too many and the house empty, I stopped pretending and went downstairs looking for him.

When she got into her trusted cab wearing a short dress and nothing underneath, neither she nor the driver imagined how far the game would go in the rearview mirror.

With mascara running from my tears, she took my hand and led me upstairs, determined that what we felt would no longer be a secret.

I told him I just wanted to practice taking photos. It was a lie. What I really wanted was for him to finally look at me the way I’d been looking at him for weeks.

I was on all fours, shaking, ass up, my own cock dripping on its own. He’d barely put the tip in and I was already begging him to break me completely.

When Valeria told me her three cousins were waiting to celebrate, I never imagined the celebration meant finding out whether I was good for more than balancing their accounts.

That night I didn’t have a condom in my bag, nor any intention of asking him to put one on. I only wanted to find out how far we could go.

I got into the car thinking about my flight. Three days later, when I got off the plane, he was already waiting with an offer that made me sweat before I even shut the car door.

I’d spent months fantasizing about her in silence. That afternoon, during the lesson, she looked up from the book and said: You need to be more careful with the bathroom door.

No one in that house knew what I was hiding under the black dress. No one except him, the masked stranger I handed it to in a dark hallway.

When I opened the recent files folder, the images appeared as thumbnails. I wanted to close it fast, but she was already looking at the screen with me, in silence.

I was twenty-seven and still a virgin. That afternoon, alone in someone else’s house, I found something that forced me to look in the mirror and admit what I’d been hiding.

The first afternoon I went to help him, I thought I’d only be doing his exercises. I never imagined I’d end up discovering with him everything my home had denied me.

Since I was widowed, my nieces spoiled me and looked after me. That afternoon we were left alone by the pool, and I knew nothing between us would ever be the same again.

I’d spent months covering for him among the worst pack in the prison. The day he told me who the woman in his visits really was, everything changed.

The doorbell rang after two. I was still wearing the wrinkled shirt from the party, and he walked in smiling as if he’d known me all his life.

She shut the sacristy door, placed her cold hand over mine, and told me she wasn’t a little girl anymore. The wind howled outside and I knew I was lost.