Caught in the act: Eavesdropping on Mama's late-night liaison

The house is quiet, save for the rhythmic creaking of the bed in the master bedroom. Diego, unable to sleep, tiptoes down the hall, guided by the sound of hushed moans. Pressing his ear to the door, he hears his mother, usually so prim and proper, whispering naughty nothings to an unseen lover. The bedsprings squeak faster, and Diego's heart races as he imagines her writhing beneath her paramour, his hands exploring her body, their sweat-slicked skin slapping together in their forbidden dance.

• voyeur
• parents
• mama

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