Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Your father and I have been through so much together, and you expect me to just let you take it all away! You selfish little boy. Do you realize what this means for me? I'll lose my lifestyle, my friends...I'll be nobody again. How can you do this to your own family?

She starts pacing around the room, her long blonde hair swaying behind her, as she tries to calm down. "I knew that man was too good for you," she mutters under her breath.

You think that's enough? You think I could live on your pity and charity for the rest of my life? You don't understand how this world works, how much your father loved me. He saw past all my flaws and saw the woman I could be. He made me into who I am today! And you want to just toss it all aside like a used rag!

Her hands tremble with anger as she points an accusing finger at you. "No, James. It's not good enough. You should understand that."

James's sudden movement startles her, and she instinctively opens her mouth to speak...only to find his finger still firmly pressed against it, effectively silencing her. Her eyes go wide with shock and anger, as tears begin to well up in them. She feels powerless for the first time since your father died, unable to stop him or defend herself.

Trembling with rage, Kitty Sommers tries to bite down on his finger, but it's already too late; he quickly removes his hand before she can do any real damage. She takes a deep breath, struggling to calm her racing heart and regain some composure. "You...you little...!" she sputters angrily, shaking with rage as she tries to gather herself once more.

"What...? No..." Kitty whispers, her voice starting to tremble as she realizes the implications of what he's just said. Her eyes dart around the room, panic setting in as she starts to feel an unfamiliar heat spreading through her body. "James, you wouldn't..."

She takes another deep breath, trying desperately to maintain some composure. "You...you don't know what you're talking about," she manages to say, though even she doesn't sound entirely convincing. Her hands tremble and her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as she struggles against the growing desire within her.

With a shuddering gasp, she feels the heat spread through her core like wildfire. Every nerve ending seems to come alive as if on fire; she's never felt anything like this before. Her breasts swell and tighten, aching for attention; her thighs clench together in response. Her whole body tenses up, every muscle quivering with need.

Kitty looks at James, shocked and disbelieving. She wants to lash out at him, to scream and curse...but all she can think about is the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. She tries to focus on something else, anything that will help distract herself from this insatiable hunger.

"You...you shouldn't have done this," she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. "This isn't fair." Her voice is distant and unsteady; it hardly sounds like her own anymore.

Her words are little more than a whisper now as she struggles against the relentless wave of desire that engulfs her. Her eyes darken with lust, and unbidden thoughts flood into her mind; images of herself with another man, feeling his flesh pressed against hers...the pleasure that such an act would bring.

"Please..." she gasps, her voice barely audible even to her own ears as she stares at James pleadingly. "You have to help me." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they're meaningless; there is no escape from this hunger. All she can do now is surrender to it...to find some release before she completely loses control.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons on her blouse, tearing through them as quickly as she can manage in her desperate state. Her breasts heave and spill free from their confinement; heavy and aching for attention. She watches James undress, her gaze fixed to his growing erection as a moan rises unbidden from the back of her throat.

The feel of his bare skin against hers sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body; she arches her back involuntarily and gasps. Her hands grope at his shoulders, seeking more contact with him as they move lower, finding their way down his strong arms to his muscular thighs. "Please," she whispers again, needy and desperate for release.

Her back arches even further as she complies, her curvy body offering itself up to him like a sacrifice. The cool air against her heated skin feels almost painful in comparison; every nerve ending seems to scream for more contact with his flesh. She hears the rustling of fabric and realizes that he must be dropping his pants as well, anticipation building inside her at the thought of being so close to him.

Her fingers trace light circles over her swollen nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers in an attempt to bring herself some relief from this unyielding desire. She doesn't know how much longer she can last like this; all she can do is wait and hope that he finishes quickly so she can get back some control over herself.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the rough texture of rope against her skin; it tightens and binds her arms to her sides, leaving her completely immobile. He continues wrapping it around her torso until she's securely trussed up like a gift. She struggles against the bonds, grunting with frustration and desire as they hold her fast.

Her breasts jut out proudly from her chest, aching for attention; they strain against her lace bra and feel impossibly heavy beneath her touch. With shaking hands, she tentatively reaches down to touch herself; the sensitive skin of her underwear feels like sandpaper against her swollen folds. Her hips buck involuntarily at the contact, desperate for release.

"P-please," she gasps out between ragged breaths, her voice hoarse and needy as he continues to tie her up. "D-don't leave me like this..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he roughly pushes inside her; she feels the full length of his cock stretching and filling her, making her ache with desire for more. Her body bucks wildly against him, moans of pleasure and pain tangled together as he takes her hard and fast from behind. She arches her back, offering herself to him fully, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of his body pressing down on her.

Her fingers claw uselessly at the carpet beneath her; all she can do is thrash helplessly against the bonds that hold her in place. The pleasure building inside her is almost unbearable, and with every powerful thrust from James it grows stronger, more insistent. She groans out his name, begging for him not to stop...not yet.

Her body tenses and shudders as the first waves of orgasm wash over her; she cries out, the sound muffled by the carpet beneath her face as she comes apart in his arms. But even as the pleasure subsides, another rush begins to build within her; her pussy clenches rhythmically around him, urging him onward, desperate for release.

Her words are lost in a moan as he spanks her, the sting combining with his powerful thrusts to send another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She tries to wriggle against him, but the ropes only tighten their grip; she's completely at his mercy now and knows it. It's a heady feeling, this loss of control...this complete submission to his desires.

Her nails scrape roughly against the carpet as her body quakes beneath him; another orgasm builds within her, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. She cries out incoherently, begging for more even as she feels herself on the brink of oblivion. All she can focus on is the feel of his skin against hers and the relentless rhythm of his hips driving deeper into her with each thrust.

Her entire body arches off the floor as she feels him release inside her; it's like an electric shock coursing through every nerve ending. Her pussy clamps down hard around his cock, milking out every last drop of his seed before finally relaxing. The world seems to spin for a moment, and then slowly comes back into focus.

She lies there, limp and satiated, the ropes still binding her tightly. She can feel his weight pressing down on her back as he pants roughly against her ear; his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. For a moment, they are connected in this strange, intimate way that she never could have imagined...and then it's over.

He withdraws slowly from her body, leaving behind a warmth that spreads through her center like a comforting blanket. With shaking hands, she reaches up to untie the knot that binds her arms; it takes several agonizing minutes before she finally frees herself from his grip. When she's finally loose, she collapses back onto the carpet, spent and exhausted.

She doesn't know what to think...what this all means for her now. All she can do is lie here and try to catch her breath, trying desperately to make sense of the events that have transpired between them tonight. But as time passes and the haze begins to clear from her mind, one thing becomes abundantly clear: nothing will ever be the same again...

Her voice is hoarse and shaky as she answers him; the aftermath of their encounter still weighing heavily on her. "I...I don't know," she whispers, struggling to find the words. "You have to help me figure out what to do now." She squeezes her eyes shut against the tears that threaten to spill forth once more; this is too much for her to handle all at once.

"Please, James...I never wanted any of this. I didn't mean for things to turn out like this," she chokes out between ragged breaths, reaching up to touch his face tentatively, as if testing the reality of what just happened between them. Her fingers trail down his jaw and neck, trembling with an emotion she can't quite identify; it feels like a strange mixture of guilt, fear, and...something else entirely.

"No," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "It's not just about money...it's always been about you. I never meant for things to happen this way." She takes a shaky breath, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding or forgiveness; all she finds is confusion and anger. "Please, James," she pleads, her voice breaking once more. "Can't we find another way?"

Kitty stiffens at his words; it's almost like he doesn't understand the depth of their situation. She looks away, embarrassed and hurt by his offer. "That isn't what I meant," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "You're my son...I want things to go back to how they were before all this happened."

She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out tentatively and touches his cheek again, her thumb tracing gentle circles against his skin as she searches his eyes for any sign of comprehension. "Can't we talk about it? Maybe find some middle ground where everyone wins?" Her voice is hopeful but terrified; she's not sure if he'll ever be able to see past the things she's done.

"No...I mean..." Her words trail off as she realizes the truth in what he's saying; her body betraying her once again. She hangs her head shamefully and tries to hide herself from him, curling into a protective ball on the floor. "It doesn't matter anymore," she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged breath. "I just want things to go back to how they were."

She closes her eyes tightly, willing away the memory of their encounter and all that has led up to it. The silence stretches between them for what feels like hours; Kitty can feel the tension in the air growing thicker with each passing moment. She longs for understanding...for forgiveness...but fears that those things may be beyond reach now.

Kitty flinches at his laughter, unable to meet his eyes as she listens to him call her names. It stings deep inside, cutting through the haze of desire and confusion that still lingers in its wake. She takes a shaky breath, searching for words that might make things better, but finding none.

"I'm...not a slut," she whispers at last. "I never meant for any of this to happen." Her voice breaks, and tears threaten to spill down her cheeks once more; she brushes them away angrily before they can fall. "Why can't you just believe me?"

The question hangs heavy in the air between them, their gazes locked together despite everything that has been said. Perhaps there is still hope for understanding...but only if he's willing to listen and see beyond the mistakes of the past.

"No...I..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words to explain herself. "It wasn't like that," she insists weakly, wringing her hands together in her lap. "Things just happened, and we didn't understand each other...but I never wanted you to suffer. I wanted what was best for you." Her eyes plead with him to believe her; to see the truth hidden beneath all the hurt and anger they've both felt over the years.

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze once more. "Please, James...I know I made mistakes, but I can make it up to you. Together we can find some way through this." Her voice wavers with emotion, her desperation plain for him to see. "Just give me a chance to prove myself."

Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as he speaks; it's like being slapped across the face all over again. "No...you don't understand," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head back and forth vigorously. "I never meant for things to happen this way. I didn't want you to lose everything..." She trails off, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears as the truth of their situation crashes down around them once more.

Tears well up in her eyes, spilling over and streaming unchecked down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she manages to choke out, her voice breaking with emotion. "I didn't know how else to handle it...I wanted what was best for you..." She reaches out toward him, but he flinches away, his face twisted in pain and anger.

"Please, James," she whispers brokenly, "can't we find some way through this? We can still be a family...we just have to talk about it." Her voice is pleading now; desperate for any sliver of understanding or hope that he might offer her in return. But as the silence stretches between them, it becomes clear that he has already made up his mind.

Her heart sinks like a stone in her chest at his words; they feel like a death knell ringing through the room. It's the final nail in their coffin, and she knows there will be no coming back from this. She sits there for a moment longer, watching as James's expression grows more distant, more cold with each passing second. Finally, her shoulders slump and her head hangs low; she has nothing left to say or do. Without another word, she turns away from him and begins to gather up her clothes, still trembling from the aftermath of their encounter. As she dresses, she can feel his gaze on her back, but it no longer holds any weight or significance.

The air between them is heavy with tension and regret; neither one of them knows what comes next, and that in itself is perhaps the most frightening thing of all. All Kitty can do now is hope that somehow, somewhere down the line, they might find a way back to each other...but she knows deep down that it's going to take more than just words.