I pulled out my phone and crept into the closet, keeping the door open just enough to be able to watch and film my Mom's debauchery.

Mrs. Grady phoned my Mom, "Just walk right in and come into the kitchen."

"Okay," Mom said, and we heard her entering the house a few seconds later.

"Get your ass in here," Mrs. Grady yelled.

"Yes, Mistress," Mom called back, coming into the kitchen in a trench coat.

"Take that shapeless thing off," Mrs. Grady ordered, still bent over.

"Yes, Mistress," Mom repeated, shrugging off the trench coat and revealing she was in black stockings, a plaid skirt that was so short I...