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>Anonymous
The blue light of Danny’s laptop screen cast an eerie glow across his face as he hunched over his desk. His fingers moved frantically across the keyboard, clicking and scrolling, searching for something he shouldn’t be. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of guilt and excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. One more video. Just one more. His eyes widened as he found it—a video titled Grandma Latina Seduces Her Son-in-Law. He clicked play without hesitation.
The moans started softly, barely audible, but they quickly grew louder. Danny leaned in closer, his breath quickening. He didn’t notice the creak of the bedroom door opening behind him.
“Danny?” The voice was sharp, cutting through the sounds of the video like a knife. His wife, Rachel, stood in the doorway, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of confusion and disgust.
Danny froze. His hand shot out to slam the laptop shut, but it was too late. The damage was done.
“What the hell are you watching?” Rachel demanded, stepping into the room. Her voice was low, dangerous. Danny’s mind raced, searching for an excuse, any excuse, but he came up empty.
“Rachel, I can explain,” he stammered, his voice shaky. He turned to face her, his face flushed with embarrassment.
“Explain what? That you’re watching porn? Or that it’s… grandma porn?” Her voice cracked on the last word, her disgust palpable.
Danny’s stomach churned. He had been caught, and there was no way out. But worse than the embarrassment was the fear—fear that Rachel would connect the dots, that she would figure out the real reason he was watching this kind of porn.
“It’s nothing, Rachel. Just… curiosity,” he lied, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Curiosity?” she repeated, her voice rising. “Curiosity about fucking old women?”
Danny flinched. His mind flashed to her mother, Maria, the woman he had fantasized about for months. Her olive skin, her curves, the way she smiled at him when she thought Rachel wasn’t looking. He had tried to push those thoughts away, tried to focus on his wife, but they always came back, stronger and more insistent than before.
“Rachel, please, it’s not what you think,” he pleaded, his voice desperate.
“Then what is it, Danny?” she shot back, her eyes narrowing. “Because it sure as hell looks like what I think it is.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. How could he explain something he didn’t fully understand himself? The truth was, he had been drawn to Maria since the first time he saw her. Her laughter, her confidence, the way she carried herself—it was intoxicating. And when he found himself alone with her, even for a moment, his mind would wander to places it shouldn’t.
“I-I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice barely audible.
Rachel stared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. “You don’t know? Are you serious, Danny? You’re watching porn about fucking your son-in-law, and you don’t know why?”
He looked down at his hands, unable to meet her gaze. Was it that obvious? Had she already figured it out?
“Rachel, I swear, it’s just fantasy,” he said, his voice trembling. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Fantasy?” she repeated, her voice cold. “Fantasy about what, Danny? About my mother?”
His head snapped up, his eyes wide with panic. “No! Rachel, it’s not like that!”
She took a step closer, her face inches from his. “Then what the fuck is it like, Danny? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re fantasizing about my mother.”
Danny’s heart raced. He could feel the walls closing in, the truth pressing against him, demanding to be set free. But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit to the dark, twisted desires that had taken root in his mind.
“Rachel, please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “It’s just a stupid fantasy. It doesn’t mean anything.”
She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for the truth. Then, without a word, she turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Danny sat in silence, the sound of Rachel’s footsteps fading down the hallway. He buried his face in his hands, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. What have I done?
But even as the guilt consumed him, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder—what if Rachel was right? What if his fantasies about Maria weren’t just fantasies? What if they were something more?
His mind drifted back to the last time he had seen Maria, just a few days ago. She had been wearing a tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her perfume had filled the room, intoxicating him. And when she smiled at him, that slow, knowing smile, he had felt a jolt of electricity run through him.
Danny shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. This is wrong. So wrong. But the more he tried to resist, the more the thoughts came flooding back.
He opened his laptop again, the screen lighting up with the paused video. He hesitated for a moment, then clicked play. The moans filled the room once more, but this time, he didn’t feel the same rush of guilt. Instead, he felt something else—something darker, more primal.
As he watched, his mind began to wander, imagining it wasn’t some stranger on the screen, but Maria. Her body, her voice, her touch. He could almost feel her hands on him, her lips against his skin.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his hand moving to unzip his pants. He knew he shouldn’t, knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. The fantasies were too strong, too real.
And as he gave in to his desires, he couldn’t help but wonder—what would happen if he ever let those fantasies become reality? What would Maria do if she knew how he felt about her?
The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew, deep down, that he was in way over his head. But he didn’t care. The fantasies were too powerful to resist.
And as he lost himself in the moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.