The desperate housewife, her heart pounding, fingers trembling as she slipped into her lace lingerie. Her eyes misted with unshed tears, memories of her husband's betrayal still fresh. She climbed onto their shared bed, breath catching in her throat as she spread her legs wide.
A knock at the door shattered the silence, sending her into a panic. She froze, unable to move, heart racing. The door opened slowly, revealing their teenage son. He paused, taking in the sight of his mother in her most vulnerable state.
His cheeks flushed red as he looked away, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Um...Mom, I don't mean to interrupt, but you forgot to pick me up from school." She stared at him, unable to speak, her mind spinning.
He continued awkwardly, "It's okay if you didn't know. There was just no one else to call, and I didn't want to stay late all by myself."
