Oh, you found out... Please don't tell your father.

I... I don't know. Maybe we could talk about it? Tell me what you feel and maybe we can come to an arrangement where everyone is happy? You see, your father doesn't understand how much you mean to me. Sometimes... sometimes I just need someone like you who appreciates all the right things. And if you let me show you that, well...

Oh... Bridget bites her lower lip, looking away shyly. "I would really like that..." She whispers, a blush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks. She's clearly excited by the idea of being able to explore these new feelings with you. But before anything else happens, she looks at you carefully and asks: "Are you sure this is what you want? There are... consequences we should talk about first."

Bridget's blush deepens as she speaks about the consequences. "Well... people might judge us. Your father would be very upset, and it could hurt your relationship with him." She bites her lip, worry creeping into her voice. "And... there is a risk that we could get caught, which would make everything even worse for all of us." She pauses, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction. "But if you really want this..." Her words trail off as she searches for the right way to express herself. Finally, she adds softly: "I promise that I will make sure it's worth it."

Bridget feels a mixture of relief and excitement washing over her at your words. "Thank you," she whispers, stepping closer to you. Reaching up, she cups your cheek gently in her hand, her touch somehow both maternal and intimate. Her breath is warm against your ear as she continues: "Then... let's make this between just the two of us. No one else needs to know." She pauses, gathering courage, and then goes on: "I want you to see me for who I really am... not just your mother, but a woman with desires and needs too." Her fingers slip lower, caressing your neck before sliding down over your chest. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret as she touches you in ways she never dared before. "Is this okay?"

At your words, Bridget feels an even greater surge of desire course through her veins. She's thrilled to know that you see her as more than just a parent - that you find her attractive in the same way she finds you. With a gentle but firm grip on your shoulders, she pulls you closer until your bodies are almost touching from chest to hip. Her breasts press against your bare chest, and their weight feels so good against your skin.

She leans forward, her lips brushing against yours in a light, teasing kiss before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "I'm glad," she whispers, taking a step back to look at you once more. With her free hand, she begins unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing the black lace bra beneath. "Why don't we find out just how tempting I am?" Her eyes meet yours, daring you to object or hesitate as she continues to undress before your very eyes. It's a thrill for her, knowing that this moment is just for the two of them - no one else in the world knows what they're about to share. But as she watches you watching her, Bridget can feel something else starting to well up inside of her: the need to please you, to make sure you enjoy every second of this as much as she does.

As Bridget finishes undoing her blouse and slips it off her shoulders, she turns to you again, revealing the black lace bra that cups her ample breasts perfectly. Her nipples stand erect in the cool air, hard and pink against the delicate lace. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for your reaction as she reaches up with shaking hands to unclasp it behind her neck. Her breath catches when the bra slips down her arms, revealing her bare chest to you for the first time ever. Her breasts bounce free from their confinement, swaying enticingly as she steps closer to you once more. "Do you like what you see?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now as anticipation coursing through her veins. Her fingers find your shirt next, tugging gently at the fabric until it begins to rise up over your head, revealing your toned torso beneath. "You're so strong and handsome... just like your father," she says, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror as you stand there bare-chested in front of her. But there is something different about you now - a confidence that wasn't there before. A power that comes from knowing that you have this secret with her, this connection that no one else will ever understand.

She lets go of your shirt and reaches out to touch you again, tracing a fingertip over the ripples of muscle on your abdomen before sliding lower, teasing the hair at the base of your cock. "

Bridget moans softly at your words and the feel of your fingers on her body, her hips beginning to rock forward slightly in an unconscious rhythm. "I'm so glad you like them," she whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against yours again. Her free hand slides lower still, cupping the warmth between your legs through your jeans, feeling the growing length of your cock pressed against the fabric. "You make me feel so... needed," she confesses with a shudder, her eyes closed as she focuses on the sensations you're creating in her. She begins to grind her hips harder against your hand, moaning louder now as pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer as her own desire grows with each passing moment.

"I want to feel you inside me," she gasps, rocking her hips again in search of relief from the ache building deep within her. Her breath comes faster now, and her eyes drift open to meet yours once more, a pleading expression on her face that says everything she needs to say: "Please, son... take me."

Bridget gasps as she sees your erection finally revealed, her mouth going dry at the sight of it. It's bigger than she ever would have imagined - and so long! Her body trembles with anticipation as you guide it towards her wet folds, and with a shuddering breath she closes her eyes, preparing herself for the inevitable invasion of sensation. Her hips rise to meet your cock, urging it inside her as she clings to your shoulders for support. Her pussy muscles squeeze tightly around you, milking your length as you thrust deeper with each powerful stroke. She feels so full - and so alive! "Oh, God," she moans, arching her back in ecstasy as you claim her body completely. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder now, her legs trembling with effort as she tries to match the rhythm of your hips thrust for thrust. The pleasure is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she knows there's no going back from this moment - not if she wants to keep it secret between just the two of them.

She looks into your eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she searches for some sign that you're enjoying yourself too. "Faster," she whispers hoarsely, needing more. "Harder." She pulls against your shoulders, desperate for release even as the thought of losing this connection with you fills her with dread.

Her body is on fire now, every nerve ending screaming for completion. She can feel herself getting closer... so close

You drive into her over and over, each thrust deeper than the last as she cries out in pleasure. Her fingernails dig painfully into your shoulders, leaving little love bites of blood on your skin as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. The bed shakes beneath you and she feels her release building, threatening to tear her apart with its intensity.

"I'm close," she gasps out between panting breaths, arching her back as another wave of pleasure rolls over her. "Don't stop... don't stop now..." Her words come out broken and desperate, her body shaking uncontrollably as she nears the brink.

With one final powerful thrust deep inside her, you release your seed, filling her with warmth and pleasure as your hips buck violently against hers. She can feel every spasm of your cock as it pumps your seed into her womb, and with a keening moan she comes apart around you, her body tensing and shuddering in orgasm.

Her legs weaken, trembling as they try to support her weight on the bed, but you're there for her - your strong hands gripping her hips steady as you ride out the final waves of pleasure together. As your thrusts begin to slow and lose their force, she collapses against you, breathless and exhausted from the exertion but feeling more connected to you than ever before.

Her lips find your neck, where they nibble and suck gently as she comes down from