Clare and the dangers of the Internet
By eastern_rose

Were an old-fashioned family, I was tempted to say normal but these days were no longer the normal family. I still live with my husband who is the father of my two children, two girls Amanda eleven and Clare fourteen. As a family we have a computer, it was in Clare room until recently, it seemed sensible when we first got the computer, Clare was eleven and Amanda was eight, so the assumption was that Clare needed the computer more for her homework. The rest of the family was supposed to have access to the computer but being in Clare’s room that seldom happened. The computer is connected, through an anytime package, to the Internet and because of this we didn’t worry about how long the computer was connected. I realised things were going slightly wrong between Clare and the rest of the family, she was spending less and less time with us and when she was with us she was short tempered and moody. It came to a head one weekend when we only saw Clare for two hours during the whole weekend. The telephone bill came a few days later and instead of ignoring the free-phone number I listed the start times and duration of each call. Clare logged on at 15.30 pm and was connected until 02.00am Saturday, then 05.30 am Saturday to 02.00 am Sunday, and 05.30 am Sunday to 11.50 pm Sunday. There were other start times and duration’s but as there was literally only one minute of down time between one session ending and the next starting I decided that she was basically on-line for the whole of her weekend, including the times she was supposed to be in bed sleeping.

I was in a little bit of a quandary, I didn’t want to come the heavy mother but I thought that Clare needed to spend more time with her sister and the rest of her family and friends. I waited for Clare to go to school and logged on to the computer, I felt very uncomfortable, as Clare seemed to have turned from a bright, ordered, tidy girl into some sort of messy animal. Her clothes were strewn all over the room, dirty clothing mixed freely with clean, all the things that I had spent my valuable spare time ironing were all over the floor, full of creases. As the computer started up, I noticed it automatically logged in to the internet, I was beginning to doubt my first impressions, perhaps the computer just logged in by it’s self all the time it was switched on. Then there was an orange flashing box in the tool bar, I selected it and a message window opened. The name on the top of the box was MSN messenger and the message was from ‘depraved_daddy’, “Hi Clare, see you decided to skip school again today?” I was tempted to close down or send a message saying that I was Clare’s mum but decided against doing either. I typed “Yes” and selected the send button, I was shocked to see the reply appear in the main message pain as coming from ‘cream_filled_tart’. The conversation went along fairly explicit lines with ‘depraved_daddy’ asking Clare about her sexual activity over the weekend. I was responding to his questions in a relatively neural way, not wanting to do or say anything that would make him suspect that it was anyone other than Clare talking to him. He asked Clare if she had taken any more pictures for him with the web-cam that he had sent. This confused me slightly, we didn’t provide a web-cam with the computer, feeling that it would be too much of a temptation for Clare or Amanda to get into the wrong sort of Internet activity.

There was a different message on the screen, ‘depraved-daddy’ was trying to send Clare a file, I as Clare was asked to either accept or reject the file, I chose to accept and waited a few seconds for the file to download. Eventually I was prompted to view the file, which I did, it was a picture of a young girl, totally nude. I was about to close the picture down when I noticed that there was a very adult, very male, very erect, penis at the bottom of the photograph. It looked like a man had taken the picture of the young girl while he was lying on his back and the girl was in the process of approaching him. Clare was asked what she thought of the picture, I didn’t know whether I should reply in a negative or positive way. I thought how Clare had recently responded to me when I asked her what she thought of a new outfit that I was very proud of, she said it was ok, well she actually said “’s OK”. So that’s how I responded to his question. He told me he realised that I preferred more action in the photographs and I was requested once more to accept or reject a file transfer. I accepted, and as the file was being transferred, which took quite a lot longer than the first I tracked down where the received files were stored on the computer. I kept checking back to see if the file had finished and eventually found the received files, there were about a hundred different folders in the main received file folder and one was labelled ‘daddy’. I opened the folder as the file transfer finished, I opened the file and I was looking at the top left corner of a very large photograph. I moved around the picture, but it was difficult to see exactly what I was looking at, then the picture suddenly shrunk to fit the available screen size. I recognised the girl from the earlier photograph but this time she was closer to the man, much closer, she had his penis in her mouth. Then another request to accept or reject an incoming file. I again accepted and once more the file was very large so I went back to my search of the ‘daddy’ folder, there were lots of pictures of an older man in various stages of undress. I returned to the file that had just finished downloading and the picture showed the same young girl with the man’s sperm all over her face. I decided to close the messenger window, but that didn’t stop the messages coming in from ‘depraved_daddy’ so I closed the connection to the Internet altogether. I reached behind the computer and followed each wire, the man talking to me thinking I was Clare had mentioned a web-cam and I wondered if there was one connected to the pc. I found the printer cable, modem wire, monitor cable, mouse and keyboard but there was another wire.

The extra wire went behind Clare’s wardrobe and reappeared inside the shelving unit attached to the opposite side of the wardrobe. The camera was extremely small, hardly more than the size of the lens. It was attached to the underside of a shelf and a book had been placed so as to hide the web-cam from casual glance. I rang into work and spoke to one of the computer experts, I told him I had lost a picture on my computer and asked him how I could find it, I was given a list of possible picture file extensions and told how to search the hard disk for all the pictures. I followed his simple instructions and found about two thousand pictures on the hard disk; I started to look through all those pictures, one at a time. It took many hours before I found what I didn’t want to find, there were hundreds of pictures of Clare, sitting at her pc, on her bed, standing by the window, all were in various stages of undress, some were completely nude. I had been through hundreds of pictures of men, nude, masturbating, shooting sperm over various girls and women but the pictures of Clare shocked me most.

I spoke to John, my husband, he wasn’t too keen on my idea as it involved him doing a little work on his precious golfing day but we brought Clare an extra wardrobe, as John was building it in our room I told Clare that we had decided to give her extra storage space in her room to allow her to clear the floor a little and that she should disconnect the pc so that we could move it into the dining room so that all the family could use it now that Amanda was a little older and would need to do her homework on it as Clare had for so long. Clare had a major moody but when we carried the wardrobe into her room the floor was totally clear, I quickly checked the spot where the web-cam had been mounted and it was no longer there. John moved all the computer equipment into the living room and left Clare and I to set it up while he went off to play golf. It was a long time before Clare really forgave me for stopping her game with the likes of ‘depraved_daddy’ but we eventually got our daughter back. Each time Clare went on-line I made sure that either I or her father could see the screen and what she was doing, she went down to only a few hours a week on the computer, got to bed earlier and stopped being so grumpy. The down side to it was that I began talking to ‘depraved_daddy’ after Clare went to bed each night, it was a long time before I told him that I wasn’t Clare, we had enjoyed many adult conversations, and he had sent me lots of pictures of him and his various lovers but after I told him the truth he never called again. I still have adult conversations from time to time, I have never met anyone quite like ‘depraved_daddy’ again but I think I am all the better for it. John loves to sit and watch me having hot adult conversations and we often make love in the living room as soon as I have turned the computer off for the night.

An original story by eastern_rose@yahoo.com. If you have any comments, good or bad about this or any other story please feel free to e-mail me at the above address or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com.