Find a release

As you mechanically dusted the coffee table, your eyes wandered to the laptop that was laying there. Your mind was a jumble of emotions, but your body still hummed with a twisted, unwanted desire. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand, but your gaze kept drifting back to the laptop. You knelt down, picked it up, and took it to your bedroom.

You swiftly closed the door behind you, the soft click of the latch a comforting sound as you ensured you were alone. Your eyes immediately drifted back to the laptop, now clutched tightly in your arms. You placed it on your bed, the softness of the comforter a stark contrast to the anxiety that had been building inside you. As you opened the laptop, the screen flickered to life, casting a pale glow over your face. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitant, as you debated what to do next. Your mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions, but your body's persistent craving for release kept drawing your thoughts back to the idea of seeking some kind of solace online.

Your fingers finally made contact with the keyboard, the soft clack of the keys a familiar sound as you typed out a search query. The words "milf porn" hovered on the screen for a moment, a digital manifestation of who you were now. You hesitated, a wave of guilt washing over you, were you about to masturbate? In your mothers body?

Your body's insistent craving for release won out. With a deep breath, you hit enter, and the search results flooded the screen. The images that loaded were a mix of provocative and explicit, each one more shocking than the last. You scrolled through them, a morbid curiosity driving you forward.