At night, in her bedroom, she’d indulge herself. Sitting in front of her computer screen, she’d lean back and review Nick’s posts. If there was anything interesting, she’d get a towel and place it on the seat, then she’d sit bare-bottomed.
Two fingers were all that were needed to satisfy herself as her eyes fixated on the picture of her son. She’d imagine kissing him, being there with him in that picture, sucking his cock… fucking him. Did that make her a bad mother? No, in her opinion. It’s the mind indulging itself, she thought.
Her orgasms would always be strong and she kept a box of tissues on her desk. When it was done, she’d return to her normal self, whatever that was. Educational plaques on the wall and science books on the shelf were her identity.
Now, after coming home from work, the first thing she did was check the naked photograph placed in the living room. It was something her boss instructed her to do, leaving a naked photo ‘hidden in plain sight’ for a while.
The presumption was that Nick would never find it. This was meant to be a mental exercise, something to stimulate her in new ways. She had extensive conversations with her boss about the psychology of exhibitionism and incest, how the taboos blend without effort.
Her memory was sharp and she noticed that the naked photograph had shifted ever so slightly. Yes, it had been moved. Her son looked at it.
A sinking feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. She’s been caught. Her secret was exposed — to her son of all people. She silently cursed her boss for asking her to go this far. But in the end, she consented.
It took a few moments to accept the humiliation burning within. Things like this are never easy. Normal parents don’t leave nude pictures of themselves in the living room as an experiment.
Now she had to deal with the consequences. Sarah decided that the best approach was to take things head-on. As a single parent, she prided herself on having an honest relationship with her son.
Sarah called her son down the stairs then sat down. She was still in her work clothes and made no attempt to hide the photograph on the frame. In fact, she turned the frame so it would be more prominent.
They sat on the same couch and her son’s eyes darted at the picture frame. The tension in the living room was one that never existed before.
“I’m sure you have a million questions,” she said.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Would you rather ask me? Or should I spare you the pain and explain everything?”
“I think we can skip this,” he said. “None of this is necessary. Really, it might be better if we skipped this.”
“Actually, it would make me feel better if I explained everything. Otherwise, we’d always have this dark cloud hanging over us.”
“Okay, whatever you think is best.”
She opened her briefcase and took out a large folder that was stuffed with papers. Then she handed it to her son.
“This is what I’m working on,” she said. “It’s confidential information from the lab research that I’m involved with. I want you to read it later.”
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