Cybersex

This is a censored topic which most people would rather discuss within the enclosure of their bedrooms than in a public medium such as a blog. But the purpose of my blogging is to enlighten readers using real life citations while it also entertains. The fun that comes with Cybersex may sure be inestimable (for individuals who engage in it); but the evils that come alongside it, cannot be overemphasized. A friend shared her experience and I think it is worth featuring in this blog to enlighten the folks (especially, those who's got some reputation to uphold) sticking to Cybersex as easy means to get relief during horny periods.

My friend, who incidentally lives in the same estate where I stay, visited me early one Sunday morning, in tears … broken down emotionally and physically (thank God, she is not on facebook). As soon as I saw her, it was obvious that she had a burden and my heart skipped. As I led her into my living room, I strongly wished that I would be able to help. I shook internally as I led the way and prayed fervently in my heart that there was no loss of life, at least. I was confused. It was 7.05a.m and I was dressing up to go for mass. Well, I knew at once that I had missed the day’s mass; but then, I was also going to help someone in trouble. As we sat down, she looked at me and asked to speak with me in private as she was not sure that the living room was conducive. So we both went into my bedroom and sat on the bed.

She broke down and wept bitterly … I was disillusioned. Here sits a cheerful, sleek and attractive woman that wears a broad smile at all times. I consoled her and pleaded that she lets out her challenge at least, so she could get relief, and we can find a way around it. She has two sons: 16-year old and 13-year old while her husband lives in the UK and visits yearly. She sobbed for some minutes and began her story:

“Ife … You know I don’t even know where and how to start but I am in trouble”, she began. 
“It’s okay. Don’t worry. Just let me know what it is and we can find a way to handle this”, I pleaded with her. 

And then she continued. She was continuously indulging in Cybersex with her husband using her laptop. Apparently, she uses her webcam and sits/stands nude to entertain her hubby who was mostly horny (according to him). Now, while manipulating the webcam, she had unconsciously clicked the “Capture” tab on several occasions, which captured different postures of her nudity. She did not realize this until that fateful morning. Her eldest son was home on mid-term break (he attends a Senior high school and stays in the boarding house). My friend worked the previous night using her laptop and left it up to have a brief nap which eventually turned into a whole night’s rest. She woke up at 6a.m and discovered that there was a strange pen-drive stuck in one of the ports in her laptop. Curious, she opened the pen-drive and discovered some nude pictures of herself!

At first, she could not believe they were her nude postures, but looking closely, the truth became obvious … she was shocked beyond words. She tried to figure out what could have happened and the closest guess was that she must have clicked the Capture tab in error while having Cybersex with her hubby. She quickly ran into her son’s room and woke him up. She questioned how the boy got the pictures and he confessed that he copied them from this same laptop the previous time he visited home, about six weeks before then. She was afraid … and questioned the boy the more, in order to find out if he knew who exactly was in those pictures. The boy insisted that he didn’t know whose pictures they were, but that he copied them from her laptop. She strictly warned him to delete the pictures and never get close to her laptop; ever again. (Now, that was a big mistake ... she just gave him a clue)

The young man was surprised and followed her to her room; he stood beside his mum as she sat on the bed obviously disturbed. He asked, “But mummy why? Why do you have those pictures in your laptop?” My friend said she looked up at her son and told him that she had lent the laptop to her colleague who must be responsible for those pictures, and that she was sorry. The young boy began to cry; he obviously must have derailed a bit by looking at these pictures for many weeks. His mother threw her arm round his neck and cried with him. He walked away slowly obviously taking his mother’s explanation with a pinch of salt. He entered his room and locked the door before my friend could reach the door handle.

Like most laptop and internet users, my friend was ignorant, careless, desperate, distracted and insufficiently informed. Whatever harm done on her son these past six weeks was primarily contributed by her; no one else. No matter how horny one must be (an obvious fact, no doubt), the possible consequences of Cybersex must not be overlooked. What if my friend’s son shared his pen-drive with a friend who copied the pictures and kept sharing the pictures till it became household porn? … She believed that the boy knew that those were her nude pictures; she could not figure out what the boy was thinking and how she would face him again. She wept and blamed herself …

The more she tried to control herself, the more she cried. That morning, my friend bared her mind to me and we talked it over and conquered her predicament like great friends.