Porn on full blast, in the living room.

Sara sat down on the couch, the world still paused. The world when paused was weird. Surfaces that were usually soft and plush were firm and unyielding, like stone covered in cloth. The thin cloth of her clothes she had been like wearing a cloak underwater, all resistance, and the second she let it go, it would stop in mid-air. Moving about naked was honestly freeing like she could move faster than she ever could while the world was in motion.

Taking a moment to enjoy how nice it was to have her body on display in the house. She'd spent so much time worried about people seeing her body that she never put herself out there, and the house was always so full, that the only walls that had seen her body bare were her bedroom or the bathroom. But here she sat on the couch in the living room, directly opposite a large bay window that looked out into the street. With a long sigh to center herself, she unpaused the world and sunk into the couch.

There was a long, quiet few moments where Sara sat digging through the various spicy youtubes she had access to, looking for just the right thing. The living room was within earshot of the laundry room, and Miriam could be heard muttering the Yetzer Hara lowly, obviously still trying to temper her lusts. What Sara couldn't hear was the soft schlicking of Miriam's hands between her legs, rubbing gently on her tender clit. Sara tried to push away her guilt as she continued on. She already has crossed the line, and she has to get Miriam on the same side as her, or else she could end up homeless or outed as a pervert.

Sara found a video she knew she liked, a Virtual sex joint where a mother is being bread by her son, and her daughter catches them in the act. Casting it up onto the big screen, Sara skimmed through to get to the good parts. The audio blasted out loud all at once, the sounds of creaking bed frames and squishing parts at a volume that would be better set for a movie theater. Sara sat there stroking herself as she lay there naked, on the screen, the actress crooned, "That's it, baby boy. Put a baby in your mommy. Put a life just where you came from." The same actress, dressed differently, presenting younger, was in the smash cut, her hand between her legs and rubbing away, "Mommy, you want him to do that to you? Won't dad get mad?" "No baby, your little brother is the man of the house now. He's going to knock me up, and then he's going to move on to you, and your dad is going to have to find someone else's door to darken."

Sara took this moment as she worked herself up to appreciate her new musk. It smelled a bit like how jasmine tea tastes, meaty and full, with undernotes of lavender, sex, and body odor. It made even her feel more assured in what she was doing, inhibition fading away swiftly and solidifying her resolve in what she was doing. She was pulled into the 'story' of the porn happening in front of her, her cock rock solid and turgid in her hand. She was wrapped up in what she was watching when her mother walked in, roaring at the top of her lungs, "JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?"

"THAT'S IT, BABY BOY, AH, AH, FUCK A BABY INTO MOMMY, BREED MOMMY LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANTED," Was the retort from the tv, before Sara paused the video. Not stopping her stroking, she looked her mother up and down, taking in Miriam's curves and body before she responded, "Oh you know, masturbating, thinking about a fantasy I'll never get to live out. Care to take a break and join me?" Sara wasn't bothering to keep eye contact with Miriam as she stroked, instead staring at her mother's tits. Miriam was about to retort when she caught a whiff of Sara's new curious musk, and her scolding caught in her throat.