Bill and Melinda went to bed that night with a laptop. They were about to engage in their new favorite activity; giving each other oral sex while watching live webcam porn. They had an account, so they sometimes liked to chat with the performers and often tipped generously.
Melinda had the pleasure of receiving first. With her head propped back against the pillow, she laid the laptop on her stomach and watched a live webcam performance of a couple from France engaging in oral sex. All of this happened while Bill was between her legs, eating her pussy.
After she came, it was Bill's turn. They switched places and he searched for something he'd like, while Melinda got to work sucking his cock.
"Find anything good?" she asked, in between sucking.
Something caught his eye. "Hmmm.... A lactating college girl in her dorm, while her roommate is out. There's a unique combination."
Part of the reason he clicked on that model was because, as a doctor, he did a lot of research in the field of lactation, creating new drugs to help nursing mothers. Also, the cam model was from the same state as them, Massachusetts. To his knowledge, there weren't a lot of adult performers in this area.
Bill laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his wife sucking while he enjoyed the stream. For the next few minutes, he carefully observed the cam model nursing her own breasts, shooting milk into a cup, then pouring it on her breasts and pussy. Needless to say, it had a profound impact on him and he was close to his release.
The wife sensed this and sucked and stroked faster.
A powerful realization struck Bill as he continued observing the cam model. The model's body looked all too familiar. So did the background dorm room, which actually looked like a real dorm, as opposed to a staged set which many performers use.
In fact, Bill was certain he had been to that dorm room just a few short months ago. He was about to push his wife away, when she sucked and stroked furiously, making him cum. Bill gave up the fight and enjoyed it, but at least he could peel his eyes away from the screen.
"What's gotten into you?" Melinda asked when the job was finished and she slurped everything up.
Bill spun the laptop around to show his wife.
"Look at the background," he said. "The dorm. Look at her body. She's also from this same state. Seem familiar to you?"
Melinda's jaw dropped. "Oh... my... god..."
***
It was 10 pm when Tiffany finished her webcam show. This was a new venture she enjoyed exploring while her roommate was out, which gave her a thrill that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. It also helped to explore her sexuality in ways she never thought possible.
Tiffany dried her wet nipples along with the fluids between her thighs. Her roommate, who was out with an Advance Calculus study group, would be back soon, so she needed a quick shower.
After rinsing and drying herself, she crashed in bed and checked her laptop again. As expected, there were plenty of accolades and extra tips from adoring fans, who sent messages on her webcam account, as well as a gmail account she set up for this.
Her phone buzzed. It was her mother. Tiffany was surprised since her parents routinely went to bed early. She hoped it was nothing serious.
"Hey mom," Tiffany answered. "Everything okay?"
Mom paused. "Everything is fine, dear. You're still up?"
"I could say the same about you. Yeah, I was just checking messages. And you? How come you're still awake?"
"Well, there's something we've been wondering," mom said after another strange pause. "When you came home three weeks ago, did you... look through your father's things?"
"What are you talking about?"
"In his home office, I mean. Did you browse through your father's material? I know you're impressed by his work and your father has always been very proud to show you his research items."
Tiffany knew what her mother was talking about. There were tons of different experimental medications stored in dad's home office. Unless dad counted them, how would anyone know a few were missing? Tiffany wondered.
"What are you trying to say?" she replied.
"Maybe this is just a misunderstanding," mom replied. "At least I hope it is. What's your schedule tomorrow? Are you busy all day?"
"I have classes in the morning, so I'm free in the afternoon and night."
"Can you make the two-hour drive and come home? I'll pay for gas and I'll cook all your favorites."
"Sure thing," Tiffany answered. "I can be there by lunch."
"Great. We can talk privately while your father is at work. Then you can head back to your dorm afterwards with plenty of food."
"That sounds good."
They said their goodnights, and after hanging up, Tiffany wondered why her mother was acting strange. Could mom have found out? Or was this some sort of mixup, and her webcam secret was still safe?
***
Melinda cooked several servings of chicken parmesan and other delicious entrees. She had butterflies in her stomach all morning, wondering how on earth she was going to approach this delicate subject, which no mother should ever have to discuss with her daughter.
It was 11:43 a.m. when she got a text from her daughter that she had just parked in the driveway. Melinda opened the front door and they gave each other a big hug. It had been three weeks since they last saw each other, and to a mother, that felt like forever.
They made small talk and sat by the dining table before lunch would be served.
"I'm sure you're wondering what this is about," Melinda said. "It's the only time I've ever asked you to come home so abruptly."
Tiffany sighed. "I confess. The last time I was here, I looked through dad's things. But that's because he loves showing me and I love learning."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really. I want to be one of the top female researchers in the country someday. But if you're implying that I stole dad's research and passed it to someone, then that's not true. I would never, ever betray dad like that, if that's what you're accusing me of."
"Tiff, I'm not suggesting that your father's research was stolen," Melinda said.
"Then what's this about?"
Melinda gulped. "This is painful for me to ask, but did you take any of your father's medication?"
"Why would I take dad's medication?"
"Let me clarify," Melinda gulped harder. "Did you take any of your father's
research
medication? The one which induces breast milk. It's in your father's home office. Have you ingested any of that?"
When Tiffany was flabbergasted, Melinda knew it was true. She knew her daughter all too well. And there was no denying this.
"I... I..." Tiffany stammered.
Melinda touched her daughter's shoulder. "You don't have to say it. Actually, I understand. You're a smart girl and have your father's intellectual curiosity."
"So you're not mad?"
"That you secretly took your father's medication?" Melinda asked rhetorically. "No, I'm not mad about that. But there is something else on my mind."
"What is it?"
Melinda tensed. "This is difficult for me to say."
"I drove two hours to be here," Tiffany pointed out. "We might as well get this over with."
"Fine. Do you perform on a webcam?"
Melinda looked her daughter straight in the eyes and saw nothing but horror. The truth was, they were both equally mortified by having this conversation. But it had to be done. As a loving mother, Melinda had no choice but to confront this.
"How did you know?" Tiffany asked with a deflated tone, making no effort to deny this.
"That's not important, Tiff. The important thing is, what on earth are you thinking? This isn't how we raised you. You're smart, talented, and very attractive. There's no reason you should--"
