Pornography: The Ripple Effect

Savannah's Story

          (Readers are strongly recommended 17+)

          April 22nd, 1994.

          That's a day I will never, ever forget.

          I awoke in the middle of the night to unbearable pain.

          "Donovan," I said, tugging at my husband lying there beside me. "It's time."

          "W-what?" he replied in a sleepy, groggy tone.

          "It's time!" I repeated, insisting that he drove me to the hospital absolutely as soon as possible.

          After coming to his senses, realizing what I was trying to say, he assisted me down the stairs and into the car parked in the garage. We took off on a rather chilly night. The entire ride was agonizing, but I reminded myself to take deep breaths as my husband comforted me. 

          When arriving at the hospital, considering we had already pre-registered with our insurance, I was instantly rushed into labour. I couldn't believe it. I was actually about to give birth to a baby girl.

          Long story short, after the single most painful experience of my entire life, it was completely worth it. I couldn't help but smile as the nurse handed her to me, wrapped in warm blankets. My husband and I embraced one another, our dream finally coming true. Just like all babies, she was crying. The most gentle, innocent creature known to mankind was sitting in my lap. I couldn't get over how little she weighed. It was like I was carrying an angel. What an honour it was to hold her. I had never felt sensations of happiness that deep in my entire life.

          So...how did I react when my daughter made a name for herself in the sex industry later down the road? Well—I think that's pretty self-explanatory from a parent's perspective.

          And so we took our baby home, nursing and caring for her each and every day. I instantly fell in love. I took her literally everywhere I went—to the mall, to the hairdresser, to the library. Ugh. I couldn't get enough. I was constantly receiving compliments on how cute she was, but I always made sure to keep our business between my husband and I. That first year was heaven on earth. No matter what they say, every mother wants her child to stay young like that forever. It was simply beautiful.

          As time went on, things continued to play out wonderfully. Watching your child grow up is one of the most beautiful things you could ever imagine. After enrolling her in school, we signed her up for a soccer team. I took great pleasure in watching her run around the small field. Throughout elementary and middle school, she was an honour-roll student. I know it sounds cliche, but she was pretty much everything any mother would ask for. The memories of her and my husband together will forever live in the back of my mind, as he eventually divorced me and remarried another woman.

          It wasn't until her mid-teenage years that I began to notice changes in her, that any mother would naturally be opposed to.

          By the time she turned eighteen, she created her first OnlyFans account. For the longest time, I was completely unaware of this. She was able to hide it from me for months, before I was cleaning her room one day and accidentally bumped into her computer monitor that was asleep. Naturally, from the force of my body, her computer shot on, and I was able to see that she had recently received an email. Being nosy, just like every mother is, I read the email and was shocked. It was some guy asking if he could get a discount on her prices, and I instantly knew what that meant.

          That same night we had a long discussion at the dinner table, I remember in great detail. I approached the subject lightly, asking what she had been doing with her spare time these days. I hardly ever saw her around the house anymore, and it was certainly not the first time she'd been talking with men who I felt were too old for her. As I expected, she completely played it off, not mentioning anything about her new online world. So, being the parent, I broke the ice and confronted her.