Yet I stayed frozen, staring at the phone, my body trembling slightly with leftover excitement.
Every detail replayed vividly in my mind their entwined bodies, my mother’s trembling movements, her soft, seductive moans echoing again and again.
It felt like I’d been there in that room, a silent intruder in their most intimate act.
My pants were already uncomfortably tight, my erection pressing hard against the fabric, straining as if it might tear through.
I shut my eyes, replaying the images, and reached into my pants, grasping the stiff, hot flesh.
In only a few strokes, I came, my breath catching as guilt hit me instantly guilt that burned hotter than the excitement had moments ago.
Those two feelings sin and thrill tangled inside me like knots, leaving me weak, confused, sick with shame.
But the heat soon gave way to dread.
I thought of Mom the way her waist arched, the way her body moved with that irresistible rhythm, the lust that seemed to radiate from her skin when she was with Dad.
And that fear I had buried beneath disgust crept back up.
Kevin.
That bastard with his greasy smile and those hungry, leering eyes.
Now that Dad was leaving, he’d have no one watching him.
Only Mom at home.
Would he try something?
Would he touch her the way Dad had?
Would he press his hands across her soft skin, draw those same moans from her lips?
… I lay in bed, eyes open wide in the dark.
Fear and disgust gnawed at me, coiling deep in my chest.
By morning, sunlight flooded the house, bright and sharp too bright for the heaviness sitting inside me.
At the door, I watched as Mom slipped gracefully into the driver’s seat.
She wore a knee-length pencil skirt that hugged her curves, the hem riding up slightly as she moved, revealing the smooth stretch of her legs under sheer nude stockings.
Her white pearl-strap Mary Jane heels glimmered in the sun, the delicate straps wrapping her slender ankles like a lover’s fingertips.
When she sat, the skirt rode higher, the sheer stockings glowed faintly under the light, and her full, round hips pressed into the seat.
The fabric of the skirt pulled taut across her bottom, tracing every tempting curve.
This morning she had chosen a light pink silk blouse, slightly open at the collar, revealing a soft line of white skin with every breath she took.
My eyes followed her movements unconsciously.
When she pressed her foot against the brake pedal, her calf muscles flexed lightly under the nylon, the high heels angling her feet just enough to make her legs look endless.
As she leaned forward to adjust the rearview mirror, the blouse tightened across her chest, stretching taut over the swells of her breasts.
When she turned to speak to Kevin, her graceful neck curved like a sculpture, her collarbone showing briefly, the faintest motion of her chest visible with each breath.
Kevin sat in the backseat beside Ze, chatting animatedly with him.
His eyes kept wandering I saw them flick toward Mom again and again, lingering on her legs, sliding up toward her hips, the hunger behind them barely hidden.
Every word or laugh from Mom seemed to tug at him.
And every time she turned, he wore a simpering smile that made my stomach twist.
I heard her laugh, a soft, melodic sound.
It should have been comforting.
But now, knowing how he looked at her, it only tore at me.
Ze’s innocent laughter mingled with Kevin’s jokes.
Dad sat in the passenger seat, focused on his phone, completely unaware.
Only I, standing outside, could see the full picture: my mother radiant and unaware, my father blind, and that wolf sitting behind her, drinking her in.
“Be careful on your way, Rui,” Mom called from the car.
“Come on, big brother, we’re leaving!” Ze giggled.
Her voice, always soft and warm, pierced me like glass this time.
Mom adjusted her posture once more.
The fabric of her skirt pulled even tighter across her hips.
I couldn’t see inside, but I knew knew that damn cousin’s greedy eyes would be glued to her every movement.
And I remembered that image from the camera, the way Mom had moaned under Dad’s body.
Now, unknowingly, she was again the object of another man’s gaze.
“Got it, Mom,” I said, forcing my voice steady.
I watched as the car rolled away, sunlight glaring against my eyes, while my heart sank like a stone.
… The car pulled out of the driveway.
Mom’s hands rested firmly on the wheel.
The tires’ quiet hum filled the silence.
Dad sat beside her, watching the scenery slip by the familiar streets, the passing facades, all fading into the distance.
He looked out the window, his reflection already a ghost.
In the back seat, Ze leaned against the glass, clutching his stuffed toy.
His little lips were clamped shut, his eyes shiny with unshed tears.
For once, he was quiet, the sadness of parting weighing even on his innocent heart.
When they reached the station, Mom sighed softly.
“Don’t overwork yourself.
Come back soon.” Dad unbuckled, stepping out of the car.
He slung his bag over his shoulder.
Then, bending to the window, he said gently to Ze, “Be good, alright?
Listen to Mom while I’m gone.
I’ll be back soon, my little man.” Ze nodded, biting his lip.
Dad turned his gaze on Mom next, full of affection and unspoken words.
“Take care of home while I’m away, sweetheart.” Mom only smiled, her lips soft, her nod full of grace.
That’s when Kevin leaned forward from the back seat, his voice eager and falsely steady.
“Don’t worry, Uncle!
You can leave everything to me.
I’ll look after Aunt and Ze like a real man should!” Dad’s expression warmed instantly.
He chuckled, reaching through the window to pat the boy’s shoulder.
“That’s my nephew.
Good, good I trust you.” …