She lowered herself and was penetrated by the sex toy. The feeling was electric, as she hadn’t had sex in a while, and the boss snapped pictures. It was yet another new experience in their unorthodox relationship.
“Just like that,” the boss said. “Keep going. Up and down. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I always do.”
She fucked herself in the sanctity of her home. The camera was persistent, capturing everything, all her movements and facial expressions.
Approaching an orgasm, she kept her eyes on the camera. This was the new version of Sarah, the one that’s fearless and sexually liberated. The old Sarah would never dream of even showing a nipple to the camera.
***
Behind the veneer of a proper woman, Sarah had a side of herself that was carefully guarded. Since the early days of her sexuality, she fantasized about her family and the fantasy remained with her.
It was a gift and a curse, from accidentally finding her father’s porn collection decades ago. Their family was in the process of moving to another city and she found the collection in the attic, buried beneath a pile of books. There was a 70s-style book with a torn off cover, and the short stories it contained were pornographic.
She noticed buzzwords as she flipped through the book. Words like, ‘mom, dad, sister, brother…. fuck… suck… cum…’ These were incest stories.
It was a horrifying thing to uncover, especially in those days. She’d always viewed her parents as God-fearing people. People to be revered because of their wholesome qualities. Her dad was a man of the community. Her mother was a pillar at church.
Knowing her dad liked incest literature was a difficult pill to swallow, but she centered herself, doing her best to view her parents as normal people. She wondered if mom knew about this. It was most likely a perverted secret that men kept amongst themselves, she thought.
Sarah never got the answer to that question, but before they moved, she would sneak in the attic to read as much as possible. Being a fast reader meant that she was able to absorb a lot of content. Her sharp memory kept those stories in her imagination.
After they moved she never saw that book again. She assumed dad tossed it out.
Nonetheless, the stories persisted in her memories, causing her masturbation fantasies to grow from ‘normal’ to something lascivious. From that point forward, her sexual desires revolved around family. Either a fictional idea of a family, or her own family.
She justified these masturbations through the lens of ‘intellectual curiosity.’ It was her attempt to understand human sexuality. In more personal ways, it was her attempt at understanding why her father would have such material hidden in the family attic.
In more recent years — nearly three decades later — her secret habit became easier with the rise of social media. Only this time, the new object of affection was her son; a vibrant young man who was active on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook. It seemed like every week there was a new image to rouse Sarah’s interest.
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