I wasn’t supposed to be there.
Not in that room. Not listening to those sounds. Not watching her my best friend’s mother through the sliver of a cracked door like a goddamn pervert.
But I didn’t move.
Because the sounds she made weren’t just private.
They were filthy.
And I’d never heard anything like them in my life.
It Started Innocent Enough
Mark had invited me to crash at his place over spring break. His mom had a big house outside the city fancy, quiet, with enough space for everyone. She insisted we stay in separate rooms like we were still in high school.
I remembered her vaguely from past school events. PTA meetings. Soccer games. She was always the best dressed woman there, always the one with eyes that lingered a second too long, always smelling like money and temptation.
