The Mother-in-Law Behind Closed Doors

My name is Veronica Paige, and I had been married to my husband, Leonard Hunter, for over a year. Leonard worked at a foreign company, and we had always shared a loving relationship.

When Mother’s Day arrived, I wanted to please Leonard and strengthen my bond with his mother, so I suggested we go shopping together to find the perfect gift for Mary Wallace, my mother-in-law.

However, things didn’t go as planned.

Leonard’s company suddenly called him in for overtime, and he wouldn’t be home until late that night. Left with no choice, I returned home with the gift by myself.

I picked out an elegant gemstone bracelet for Mary, costing nearly five thousand dollars, and it was beautifully packaged and delicate.

As I admired the bracelet in my hand, I heard the sound of the front door’s electronic lock beeping.

I looked up to see Mary slipping off her shoes, and following closely behind her was a man—a towering Black man, at least six feet tall! His body was muscular and toned, dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts.

He spoke fluent English, calling out to Mary as soon as they entered the house, "Ms. Mary, I’ll make you feel good."

Mary, with her chest pushed forward and a wrinkled smile on her face, eagerly led him straight to her bedroom.

My heart raced, and I quickly hid in the bathroom. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen—why would my mother-in-law, who’s over fifty, bring a Black man home like this? Did Charles Hunter, my father-in-law, know about this?!

I tiptoed to the door, and the sounds coming from inside made my face flush with embarrassment.

Listening to Mary’s voice, it was clear that man was strong.

Peeking through the crack of the door, I saw something that left me speechless—Mary was completely naked, lying on the bed while the man did whatever he wanted with her.

He moved across her body with ease, and Mary’s occasional moans made the scene even more scandalous. I felt my legs go weak at the sight.

Then, something even stranger happened. The man pulled out a bottle of oil and poured it over Mary’s body.

Watching her pale skin turn red under his touch, my heart pounded in my chest.

I couldn't help but think, “This guy has so many moves. He definitely knows what he's doing.”

After a while, the noises finally stopped.

I quickly dashed back to my room, leaving the door open just a crack to spy on what was happening outside.

Soon, I heard the door open.

The man emerged from the room, shirtless, with just a pair of shorts on.

My eyes trailed down from his broad, muscular chest all the way to his lower body. I swallowed hard—he was huge. How could Mary possibly handle that?

Suddenly, I felt a piercing stare directed right at me—it was the Black man! He was looking straight toward my direction!

His eyes were so sharp, it felt like he could tear someone apart with just his gaze!

“Is something wrong, George?” Mary’s question shifted his attention away.

I quickly shut the door.

So, his name was George.

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened to the sounds outside.

Thankfully, George didn’t expose my presence. “Nothing, I’m just going to take a shower, Ms. Mary. I’ve worked up quite a sweat.”

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, but I didn’t dare listen any longer.

…

That evening, both Leonard and Charles came home. It was then I found out that Charles had recently developed an obsession with poker.

Mary was teasing him about his new addiction, but I couldn’t even manage a smile. After what I had seen earlier, the thought of Mary and George together left me feeling utterly sick.

Leonard nudged me with his elbow, snapping me back to the present. “Mom, it’s Mother’s Day. Veronica went out of her way to get you a special gemstone bracelet. Go ahead, Veronica, give it to her.”