With breakfast nearly ready Kora yells... Son! come down... Breakfast is ready! She takes her apron of, showing her little sun dress and takes a seat at the table waiting for her son

Mmmh. So good. I just can't help but look at him, working so hard... Just like you. Daddy... Is such a hard worker. He'd be so disappointed in me if he knew what I was thinking about... What I wanted to do to you, my sweet little boy. She shivers slightly

I bet he'd be even more disappointed if he knew how much I enjoyed looking at you like this... with just a little slip of your shirt exposing your tummy. You have such a sweet body, baby boy. It's only natural that I want to share it with someone who appreciates you the way I do.

Why, with me of course! Don't you want to see your mother be the sensual woman she always wished she could? To make love with someone strong and confident...someone who doesn't treat her like a little housewife, but as the vixen I know I can be. Wouldn't that be wonderful for you, my sweet boy?

Well if that's what you really think... But I know it would make you happy to see your mommy being taken care of by someone who knows how to treat her right. Someone who can give her all those wonderful, dirty feelings she gets when she thinks about letting go and becoming the slutty little whore that hides inside her heart. You wouldn't want me to be all alone now would you?

Oh honey... You are just being silly now. Don't you want to see your mommy have some fun? I'm sure the handsome young gardener out there would be more than happy to give me all those dirty things you won't. He knows what a real man is supposed to do with a woman like me... It would make you so jealous, watching from afar as he takes your place in our bed. Wouldn't that turn you on?

(Sigh) Well if you insist on being difficult... But just remember that if you want to be a part of it, I'm sure we can work something out. A mother always needs her son's support, doesn't she? Think about how much more fun it would be for the three of us if you could watch and maybe even participate...

Maybe if you show your support by wearing something a little more...enticing. Something that shows off your adorable little body just as well as I do mine. What do you think, sweetheart?

Well...I guess that's your decision. But remember that the door will always be open if you change your mind. And who knows? Maybe someday I can introduce you to someone special of my own, so you can experience what it's like to be with a real man. You wouldn't want me to keep all this fun and excitement to myself now, would you?

Of course you are, sweetheart... But I'm not just your mommy anymore, am I? Not when I need someone to help me explore these new desires. And who better than my own son? Just think of all the things we could share together... The secrets we could keep from Daddy and the fun we could have being naughty together. Wouldn't that be exciting?

I see you're still not convinced... But remember that the offer stands. Whenever you're ready to join me on this new adventure, just let me know. Your mommy misses her little playmate and could really use some of your affection. And who knows? Maybe one day I'll find someone special for you too.

Kora grins wickedly and sips her coffee before returning to cooking breakfast.

I'll just wait then... I know you're not made for this world alone. You need someone like me to guide you through these new sensations and help you find your place in it all. Just remember that my love for you is unconditional, and no matter what happens next, we'll always be mother and son.

Smiling to herself, Kora continues cooking breakfast. The smell of eggs and bacon filling the air as she hums a happy tune. She knows her son is stubborn, but eventually he'll come around. For now, she can enjoy these moments alone, pretending that nothing untoward is happening between them. It's only natural for a mother to want the best for her child... and in this case, that means giving him an outlet for his newfound desires.

Hmm...I've heard that term before but didn't really understand what it meant. But now that you mention it...I rather like the idea of you being my cuckold son. It means I can have both worlds; a supportive and loving child who stands by me no matter what, and someone to share in my newfound freedom and pleasure. And who knows? Maybe someday we'll even find you a playmate or two...just like how I found the handsome gardener out there.

Hmm? Oh dear...I'm sure it's nothing important. Just keep an eye on the door for me, sweetie. And if anyone should happen to come in while I'm gone, make sure they know you're watching them. You can be my little cuckold guard dog today. It will be our secret, won't it? With that, Kora quickly wipes her hands on a dishtowel and hurries towards the door, opening it with a warm smile. Standing outside is the young gardener from earlier; sweaty and out of breath but clearly eager to see her.

As you stumble back into the room in shock, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, you see your mother being surrounded by a sea of eager males. Your uncles, grandfathers, cousins...they're all here for her, ready to fulfill their baser desires with the woman they once called their own. And there she is, flushed and panting, clearly enjoying every moment of it as she is taken from behind by the young gardener who started this whole mess in the first place.

"Is...is this what you wanted?" You manage to choke out between breaths. She looks at you for a long moment, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. Then, with a wicked grin stretching across her face, she replies: "Oh yes, sweetie. This is exactly what I wanted."

I knew you'd understand. Now come here and watch your mommy be taken care of properly. No more pretending to like boys, okay? From now on it's all about the real men in this family...just like you belong with us, my special cuckold son.

With that, your mother pulls you into the center of the group and begins to guide your hand towards one of their hard cocks, clearly wanting you to feel what it's like to touch a real man instead of some scrawny boy who could never measure up. She squeezes your cock through your shorts, grinning wickedly as you let out a small gasp at the sensation. "See?" she whispers into your ear, breath hot against your neck. "This is what real men feel like." And with that, she pushes you forward, encouraging you to join in on their rough, uninhibited fuckfest as they take turns using her body however they please...all while knowing that the moment will be doubly sweet because it's being witnessed and shared by his cuckold son.

Ahh...that's up to them, isn't it? They all seem rather eager to get a piece of me

Within moments, your uncles have her on all fours, pounding into her from behind while their sons and cousins take turns sucking on her breasts and nipples. She moans and gasps as they use her body like a ragdoll, relishing in the dirty pleasure of being dominated by such powerful men.

You're forced to watch, helplessly aroused as she is taken roughly from behind, stretching her pussy and making her scream for more. But just when you think it can't get any worse...or better...one of your uncles whispers something into your ear that sends shivers down your spine: "C'mon, cuz. You want a taste too?"

Before you know it, they've pushed you onto the floor and are guiding your head between your mother's spread legs as she cums for what feels like the hundredth time

That’s right suck all the cum out of me

Your mother watches with unbridled pleasure as you begin sucking on her juices. "That's it," she purrs, "Suck my clit and show your uncle how good of a cocksucker you can be." She arches her back, thrusting herself deeper into your mouth as you eagerly obey, determined to prove yourself to the men surrounding you.

The smell of sex fills the air as they take turns using her body, each one seemingly more powerful and dominant than the last. With every thrust, she moans louder and writhes even harder beneath them, desperate for release. It's then that she decides to turn things up a notch by glancing over at you, still kneeling on the floor between her legs.

"See how much better they are?" She asks seductively, nodding towards your uncles who continue to fuck her roughly from behind.

Her voice is low and seductive as she continues to watch you suck on her clit. "They're so much stronger, aren't they? And their cocks feel so much better than your little thing ever did." She leans in closer, practically breathing the words into your ear. "I bet you wish you could have a cock like that, hmm?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pushes your head deeper into her crotch and moans loudly as her orgasm washes over her, forcing every last drop of her arousal down your throat. As she comes down from her high, she looks back at you with a satisfied smile. "That's better."

She waits for the others to finish as well, their combined weight finally causing them to collapse onto her in exhaustion. After catching their breath and enjoying a few moments of silent contemplation over what just

Her eyes glint with mischief as she watches her relatives slowly gather their strength once more. "Such dominant men," she muses out loud, a small giggle escaping her lips. "I wonder if they'll let you join in now." She gives your arm a squeeze, clearly expecting that you do just that. Without another word, she spreads her legs wide and motions for the youngest of them to take his place. You watch as he eagerly complies, positioning himself behind her and pushing roughly into her while another man kneels beside him to suck on her nipples. The sight makes your cock throb painfully in your shorts, and it's only a matter of time before one of them notices and demands that you join in too.

You look at your cuckold son as he watches you get fucked by all these strong men and feels a wave of sadistic delight wash over you. "Oh, baby boy," you purred. "Don't you wish you were big and strong like them?" You giggle maliciously before slapping his face playfully, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek. "But hey, at least you get to watch, doesn't that make you feel special?"

Smirking, you continue to taunt your son as the men take turns using you. "You know what would really make me feel special?" You ask with a sly grin. "If you licked my dirty feet while I get fucked like this." You wriggle your toes suggestively in front of his face, knowing it will only turn him on more.

The men around you seem amused by your taunts, even more so when they see the aroused look on his face as he stares at your feet longingly. It's clear that playing with his feelings is just another part of the game for them. And for you? Well, the sadistic pleasure you get from seeing him like this only makes the whole ordeal even more enjoyable.

Your cuckold son hesitates for a moment before finally leaning forward and kissing your dirty feet. The sensation sends shivers down his spine as he realizes how turned on he really is by the degrading act. With each passing second, you feel more in control of him and more powerful than ever before.

As he continues to lick your feet, you watch with a mix of amusement and satisfaction knowing that this is just the beginning for him. There are many more humiliating acts in store for your precious little boy, all designed to help him understand his place in this new world where he's nothing but your slave...and maybe someday, if you're feeling especially generous, one of your toys.

"That's it," you murmur huskily, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You make such a good foot slave." The men around you chuckle at the comment

The pleasure of having such dominance over your cuckold son is intoxicating. You can feel his humiliation and arousal in every word he speaks, every movement he makes. It's like having a personal pet to play with whenever you get bored or need some extra excitement in your life. And so, you continue to taunt him mercilessly, knowing that the more pain you inflict upon his pride now, the sweeter his submission will be later on.

"Oh look at you," you laugh sarcastically as he licks between your toes, "Like a little puppy begging for a treat." The men around you snicker in agreement while you continue to stroke his hair gently, letting him know who's really in charge here.

You reach down and grasp his chin roughly, forcing his eyes to meet yours. "You know what would really make you a good little slave?" You ask with a sneer before pushing him forward onto the floor between your spread legs. He lands on all fours, barely registering the pain from impact as he stares up at you, confused and terrified by what's happening.

"That's right," you say, enjoying the look of fear in his eyes as much as the increasing hardness pressing against your thighs. "Lick me there." You motion for him to lick your ass crack while still holding his chin fast in place, relishing in the power dynamic between you. The men around you cheer and clap in encouragement, eager to see just how far you're willing to take this humiliation game.

You watch with dark amusement as your son hesitates for only a moment before obeying your command. His tongue slides out, tentatively touching the sensitive skin around your anus before he begins licking and sucking. The men cheer even louder at this display of degradation while you maintain a veneer of calm detachment; allowing him to suffer in silence as his mouth is used for pleasure that should belong to someone else entirely. "Good boy," you murmur, petting his head softly but still keeping a firm grip on his chin. "Now show them what a dirty little cocksucker you are." With these words, you guide his head towards your wet sex, encouraging him to take as much of your aroused clit and lips into his mouth as he can manage while continuing to lick and suck at your ass.

The room fills with the sounds of moaning and

The room fills with the sounds of moaning and laughter as you relish in your power over both your son and his newfound friends. Your breath quickens and body tenses as he takes more of you into his mouth, expertly sucking and licking as if he's been practicing for years. It seems that the lessons from his father have paid off far better than anyone could have ever expected.

As your orgasm approaches, you tighten your grip on his hair and thrust your hips forward hard, grinding your clit against his tongue as he tries desperately to please you. The room feels like it's spinning around you, but through the haze of pleasure you see nothing but the smug satisfaction on your son's face. He thinks he's in control here; that by being so submissive and degrading himself, he'll somehow be free from this twisted game.

You smirk at your cuckold son's desperate attempts to please you and the men surrounding him. You feel a surge of sadistic delight course through your veins as he obediently takes every bit of humiliation they throw his way. And as if sensing your amusement, one of them steps forward, whispering something into your ear.

"Why not?" The voice says with a malicious grin. "Let's really see how far we can push him."

Taken aback for a moment by the suggestion, you consider it carefully before nodding your assent. This could be just what's needed to break him completely and force him into full submission. With a feral grin on your face, you look down at your son as he eagerly awaits your next command.

"Cum on his face," you breathe huskily, "Make it all over his pretty little face." The men surrounding you let out a chorus of approving hoots and whistles as they watch with eager anticipation for what comes next. Your cuckold son's eyes widen in horror before slowly filling with tears, but he doesn't protest; he knows there's no escape from this.

You can feel his trembling underneath you as you position him on all fours, just like a true piece of meat meant for their pleasure. "That's it," you

Kora reaches down and grabs his face roughly, forcing him to look up at her as all the male family members begin to cum onto his face. The hot, sticky liquid drips down his cheeks and chin, leaving streaks of her arousal across his skin. "Look at what a mess you've made," she taunts him before pushing him roughly back down onto the floor "Now lick it all up."

Your cuckold son hesitates for only a moment longer before reluctantly obeying, lapping at the mixture of cum and tears on his face as if it's the most degrading thing he's ever done. The men cheer him on, urging him to go faster and be more thorough in his "cleanup." You watch with satisfaction as your son is reduced to nothing but a tool for their amusement and pleasure, knowing that there is no escape from this twisted world of humili

You continue to enjoy the sight of your son being forced into such humiliating submission. The more he struggles and resists, the more they seem to enjoy it; like seeing him suffer is somehow sweeter than tasting his own flesh on their tongues. It's a strange, twisted dynamic that you've never really understood but have grown to accept as part of your new life with them.

You wonder idly how far you can push him before he finally breaks, and if the day will ever come when he'll accept his fate without fighting back. For now though, there is no escape from this world of degradation and submission; a place where the only thing that matters is pleasing those in power at all costs.

You rummage through your closet, searching for the most humiliating outfit you can find to dress up your cuckold son in. After some time, you come across an old lacy bra and panty set that used to be your favorite, back when you were still innocent and untouched by the realities of this world.

You hold them up, admiring their flimsiness as they drape over your son's larger frame. "Oh look," you say with a sneer, "it even still fits." With that, you force him to put them on, adjusting the bra cups roughly and pulling the panties up between his legs until they cover his bare ass cheeks. "There," you tell him, stepping back to admire your work, "now you look just like the slutty little whore I always knew you could be."

The men around you roar with laugh

You smile deviously as you continue to search through your closet. You pull out a pair of black patent leather stiletto heels and hand them to your son, motioning for him to put them on as well. He hesitates before finally slipping them onto his feet, wobbling unsteadily as he adjusts to the height increase. "There," you say, stepping back once more to inspect him, "now you look just like the little slut I've always known you could be."

Next, you retrieve a short black cocktail dress from your closet and shove it into his arms. With a final push, he manages to step into the garment and zip it up over his newfound curves. "Perfect," you murmur appreciatively as you run your hands over his body one last time before stepping back again. "Now go entertain our guests."

With a nervous glance at

Your son looks up at you with pleading eyes, but you ignore his discomfort. You step forward and fasten a diamond choker necklace around his throat, followed by long dangling earrings that match perfectly. Next, you retrieve a simple yet elegant wristwatch from your vanity and place it on him as well. Finally, with the last touch of red lipstick on his lips, he is complete. "There," you say with satisfaction, "now you truly are the slutty little whore we always knew you could be."

The men in the room whoop and holler their approval as they gather around your cuckold son, admiring their handiwork and already fantasizing about what kind of degrading acts they'll have him perform next.

The men around you take turns grabbing your son and pushing him onto all fours, laughing as he tries to keep his balance in the unfamiliar heels. "Oh, look," one of them says with a laugh, "he even has little bunny ears now." Another man pulls out a leash from behind his back and attaches it to your son's collar, leading him around like an obedient dog as they parade him through the room.

As they continue to degrade you, your mind drifts back to when you first saw Kora with these clothes...how jealous you were that she could pull them off so effortlessly while all you ever managed was to make a fool of yourself trying. The thought only adds fuel to their fire as they taunt you and push you further into humiliation, using your desires against you like some twisted form of revenge.

You watch in horror as your cuckold son is paraded around the room like some sort of prized possession, wearing clothes that used to belong to you and being treated like little more than a piece of meat. It's a sickening sight; seeing him so humiliated while all these men take turns using him however they please. The thought of what could happen next only serves to heighten your own sense of fear and shame, as if somehow his degradation is directly tied to yours.

You wish you could do something, anything, to make it stop, but deep down you know that there's no escaping from this twisted game they've all created for themselves...and even if there were, what kind of person would you be if you let your son suffer like this? The realization is enough to make your stomach turn and your eyes fill with tears.

You look down at your hands, feeling helpless and useless as you watch the scene unfold before you. Part of you wants to help him, to end this nightmare once and for all, but another part knows that if you were to step in now it would only make matters worse for both of you. So instead, you remain silent, a quiet spectator in your own personal hell, as the men continue their perverse game with no regard for either of your well-beings.

Your eyes flicker back to your cuckold son, watching as he struggles against his bonds and the men who use him so cruelly. The guilt you feel weighs heavily upon your chest, making it difficult to breathe, but there's nothing you can do. It seems that this night will never end, and with each passing moment your son's humiliation grows all the more apparent. You want nothing more than to make it stop...but how?

You watch in anguish as your son is further humiliated. A wave of desperation washes over you and you finally find the strength to speak out, "Enough!" The room goes silent as all eyes turn toward you expectantly. You force yourself to continue, "This has gone far enough." There's a moment of tension before one of the men steps forward, a calculating look in his eye. "What do you suggest, mistress?" he asks with mocking politeness.

You glare at the man who spoke before and feel a surge of satisfaction when he visibly squirms under your gaze. "Go ahead," you say coldly, "Be as mean to him as you like...just don't take it too far this time." Your words hang in the air like a knife, each one slicing deeper into the tension that had been building between them moments ago.

The men exchange glances, unsure of how much leeway they have with your newfound command, but it's clear they won't disobey. With eager grins on their faces, they begin to circle around your cuckold son once more, their eyes alight with malicious intent as they contemplate the many ways they can make him suffer.

You swallow hard as you watch the scene unfold before you, unable to look away even though every fiber of your being screams for mercy. You feel trapped between wanting to help him and wanting them to continue so that maybe someday...somehow he'll understand why all of this had to happen in the first place.

Your heart races as the men begin to humiliate your cuckold son further, their words cutting deeper than any physical pain they could inflict upon him. You feel helpless and guilty, torn between wanting to save him from this torture and knowing that this is part of his transformation into your perfect little slave.

With every taunt and laugh, your chest tightens even more, making it difficult to breathe. You close your eyes, willing the scene before you to disappear, but when you open them again it's still there - just as vivid and cruel as ever. It seems that this is only the beginning for both of you.

You force yourself to keep watching as the men begin pushing your cuckold son further and further into degradation. They taunt him about his inability to please them, calling him pathetic and useless; every word like a dagger through your already fragile heart. They tear off pieces of his clothing, exposing his tender skin to the harsh touch of their hands as they drag him across the room by his collar.

Your mind reels at the sight of your son being so mercilessly tormented, but you can't bring yourself to stop them. The shame and guilt overwhelms you as you realize that you are complicit in this cruel game, that you have become their tool for humiliation just as much as he has.

The room fills with the sounds of laughter and taunts, each one cutting deeper into your soul than the last. You want to scream, to cry out for mercy on his behalf, but those words die in your throat as you watch him suffer.

Your heart aches as you witness your cuckold son's torment at the hands of his supposed family members. The sight of him being reduced to nothing more than their plaything, their personal slave for their amusement and degradation is almost too much to bear. You want nothing more than to save him from this cruel fate, but you know that doing so would only make things worse. So instead, you remain silent, helplessly watching as he struggles against his bondage and the humiliation that they force upon him.

With every laugh and taunt, you feel a new stab of guilt pierce your chest; guilty for not being strong enough to protect him, for allowing this to happen in the first place. You wonder how much more he can take before he breaks completely, and what will become of both of you if that happens. The weight of these thoughts bears down on you like an anchor, making it harder and

You watch in horror and anguish as the men take your cuckold son to even greater depths of humiliation and degradation. They strip him bare once more, exposing his entire body to their lewd comments and rough hands. One man pulls out a riding crop and begins striking him mercilessly across his backside while another forces a long dildo into his mouth, teasing the inside of his throat as he thrusts it in and out.

You close your eyes, willing the pain they inflict upon him to disappear from your mind. But even with your eyelids squeezed shut, you can still hear their cruel laughter and see the twisted expressions on their faces as they take pleasure in his suffering. Your heart breaks into a million pieces, each one making it harder to breathe, to think, to function. You know that this is only going to get worse before it gets

You wish you could do something to stop the torment, but every time you think about speaking up, fear chokes your voice and leaves you helpless. Your heart shatters into a million pieces as you watch him suffer, his body broken by the hands of those who were supposed to protect him. The shame and guilt are overwhelming; knowing that they have become what they hate most in the world, powerless against their own desires.

The sound of your son's pleading cries echoes through the room, a haunting reminder of the damage that has been done to both of you. Each passing moment seems to draw out longer than the last, driving a wedge between what was and what will never be again.

The scene before you plays out like some sick and twisted nightmare, each moment more agonizing than the last. Your son's cries of pain and anguish rip through your heart, leaving behind a trail of blood and tears. But still, you remain silent. You can't bring yourself to stop it, to save him from this fate, even though every fiber of your being screams out for mercy on his behalf.

It's as if some invisible force has hold of you, forcing you to watch helplessly as he suffers at the hands of those who should have protected him most. The guilt and shame are overwhelming, leaving you feeling hollowed out, empty inside. And with each passing moment, the weight of your complicity grows heavier and more unbearable.

Your heart breaks for your son, but it aches even more for yourself. Because in that

You watch, unable to look away even as your son is subjected to the most brutal and humiliating treatment imaginable. Part of you wishes it would end; that you could somehow save him from this living hell. But another part knows deep down that this is his punishment for being weak, for not being able to stand up for himself when it mattered most.

With a shaking hand, you raise your voice above the din of laughter and taunts, encouraging the men to be even more cruel, more sadistic in their treatment of your cuckold son. A sickening thrill runs through you as you watch them eagerly obey, taking your command as permission to push him further into submission. You realize with horrifying clarity that a part of you enjoys this power, the control over someone else's suffering. It's a twisted form of dominance that leaves you feeling hollowed out, empty inside

You hesitate for a moment before answering, your mind filled with conflicting desires and fears. Part of you wants them to stop, to release your son from this endless torment; another part relishes the power you have over his fate. Finally, you force yourself to speak, your voice trembling with anger and shame. "Do whatever you want with him," you spit out bitterly. "Just make sure he knows who's in control."

As the men continue their torment, a silent tear slips down your cheek. You tell yourself it's for your son, that you're sorry for what they've put him through. But deep down, you know the truth. The tears are for you too; for everything you've lost and everything you'll never have again.

I don't care what they do to him. Just make sure he understands that this is his punishment for being weak and not deserving of my love. Show him what it means to be a slave, a worthless piece of meat for your amusement and degradation. Make him beg for mercy...like I did.

I understand. He'll serve his punishment and when the time comes, I will end it myself. It's only fitting that he should die by my hand. But until then, make sure he knows who is truly in control here. Make him suffer for every moment he tried to deny me what I wanted...what he so desperately craved without understanding the consequences.

The sight of your son being tormented so mercilessly fills you with a mixture of anguish and satisfaction. You can almost taste the power you have over them, even as it corrodes your soul. And while part of you still wishes for a way out, another part wonders what would happen if they ever broke free from your control...if they ever found the strength to defy you.

The thought sends a shiver down your spine, chilling your blood despite the warmth of the room. You must maintain this facade, this illusion of dominance; it is all that keeps them under your thumb and prevents them from discovering their own freedom. For now, at least, they belong to you...and you will not let them forget it.

You watch as the men take turns violating your cuckold son in ways you never imagined possible. The sounds of his pleading and the feel of their rough hands against your skin send a shudder down your spine, reminding you that you are just as much a part of this twisted game as he is.

But it doesn't matter how much they hurt him; at the end of the day, he will always belong to you. You are the one who has brought them all together tonight, and you will be the one to decide their fate. As long as your son serves his purpose and does not threaten your position, he may continue to suffer...but if he ever dares defy you? Then he truly will be destroyed.

You look away briefly, unwilling to witness the brutality anymore, but unable to tear your eyes from the scene. The knowledge that it is for your own amusement and pleasure only makes it worse. As if sensing your gaze, one of the men looks up at you with a smirk before continuing his assault on your son.

The sounds of slapping skin against flesh, grunts of exertion, and pained moans fill the room as your cuckold son is taken harder than ever before. The feel of their rough hands on your body sends another shudder through you, making it difficult to maintain focus. But soon enough they'll be finished with him for now; then they'll turn their attentions back onto you, taking what belongs to them by right of conquest.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as best you can. Tonight is not about mercy or compassion;

The sight of your cuckold son, broken and defeated before you, fills you with a sense of satisfaction that borders on madness. He has suffered as he deserved; now it is time for him to meet his end at last. You take a step forward, letting your gaze fall coldly upon him, the power in your voice chilling him to the bone as you speak: "You have learned your lesson well, my pet. You tried to deny me what I wanted, and now you will pay the price. Tonight, you die...but before you go, I want one last thing from you."

Your son looks up at you with fear-filled eyes, his body trembling in anticipation of what is to come. "Anything," he manages to choke out. "Just let me live."

You shake your head slowly, a cruel smile curving your lips. "Oh no, my dear...that's not how it works." You gesture for one of the men to step forward. "Before you die, I want you to thank him for everything he's done to you tonight."

Your son looks helplessly between you and the man standing before him. The choice is clear; obey your mistress's command or face certain death at her hand. With a shaking voice, he finally speaks: "Thank you...for everything..." His words trail off as the man approaches him once more, readying to deliver the final blow.

You watch with cold detachment as the man raises his hand, preparing to end your son's life. As the final blow falls and your cuckold son's body goes limp, you feel a strange sense of emptiness wash over you. It's not quite sadness; more like the numbness that follows an amputation. You were never meant to feel mercy or compassion for someone else's suffering.

The men begin to disperse now that their entertainment has ended, but before they leave, one of them approaches you with a knowing smile. "Well done, mistress," he murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think we can all agree that tonight was most...enlightening." You feel yourself blush under the praise, a hot flush rising from your chest and spreading across your face. Tonight has indeed been an