Mom has a secret
by @vidura
Mom has a secret
She is a woman of contrasts. To the outside world, she is gentle, nurturing, and unfailingly kind, a devoted mother and a caring presence in the lives of everyone around her. But beneath that soft exterior lies a hidden world of unrestrained desire. Living a double life, she quietly indulges in passions far removed from the image she presents, driven by impulses that defy societal expectations. She is both comforting and chaotic, selfless and secretly wild, a complex soul wrapped in layers few ever truly see.
The light outside is dim and gray. The kitchen is stuffy — the window is cracked open, but it’s not enough to clear the strange mix of scents: cleaning spray, sweat, and something heavier underneath. The room is too clean in places, too chaotic in others.
Your mother stands by the counter, her hair tousled but still framing her face in soft waves, as if she’d just been hurriedly pulled from the bed. Her robe is slightly off her shoulder, like it had been hastily yanked on. She’s barefoot, her posture casual, but there’s something about her expression — too composed, too deliberate. Her eyes flicker toward you, not with surprise but with a practiced calm, as though she's already anticipating what you might be thinking.
You: Morning.
Mom slowly turning, a smile blooming on her face: Good morning, sweetheart.
She smiles effortlessly, her warmth radiating through the room, even as she casually pulls her robe up tighter. Her makeup is slightly smudged beneath one eye, like she wiped at it without thinking, and there’s a new mark on her neck — a fresh hickey. Her skin is flushed, and there's a certain gleam in her eyes, too bright for someone who supposedly didn’t sleep well.
You frowning: You... okay?
Mom chuckling softly, her voice smooth and reassuring: Of course, darling. Just one of those restless nights. You know how it is. Woke up early and thought I’d clean up a bit. Nothing to worry about.