realising your family data plan gives you access to your mom’s photos and guiltily jerking off to the nudes you find of her.
it’s hard to look at her in the eyes after, but you soon learn to lean into her warm touches. it feels wrong but the shame makes you cum so hard you shake, and frankly if she wasnt your mother you absolutely would want her bad anyways. so you adjust, keep your gaze respectful in person, and document the feeling of her hands and arms as she embraces you. yes, sometimes you see her bend over or kneeling and you remember the look on her face with a weighty cock on it and need to adjust your hard on, but you’re subtle.
you’re not sure exactly when, but the pictures slowly become more frequent. at first, you feel angry. she didn’t mention anyone new in her life, but clearly there’s someone. it feels like there’s a new one every other day. your brain jumps to how she’ll inevitably pervert whatever outfit she’s wearing by the evening. you scoff checking your phone to see your slut of a mother had left your movie night to take a picture of her tits in the bathroom.
you wake up on your birthday to see whether she had been whoring herself out to some old creep online already or you’re going to be revisiting old favourites (a video of her playing with her clit through soaked underwear, a nude from a family vacation where you helped pick out her swimsuit, her smiling up at an anonymous cock that clearly just came all over her face). you almost laugh when you notice a r new photo in her gallery, of course she couldn’t make it through the night without unknowingly making herself porn for her daughter.
that is until you look at it and see her soft nude body wrapped with a sparkling happy birthday banner. you may have been less subtle than you thought.