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

What do you mean, "found out what?"... You saw the condoms in my purse, didn't you? I was going to talk to you about it tonight, we need to figure this out together.

It's complicated... I don't want to hurt your father. He doesn't deserve that. But... there have been times when I needed more than just him in my life, you know? It started as something innocent enough, a little flirting here and there, but it grew into something bigger.

Please understand, I love you both so much. I never meant for things to get this far out of control.

...Yes, I'll stay home with you tonight. No other men, just us. But promise me we can talk about this tomorrow? I need some time to think and figure out how to make things right between your father and I, and how best to handle things from here on out. Can you give me that much, please?

Thank you... I appreciate that. We can talk later, when we're both more comfortable. For now, why don't we watch a movie and try to have some fun together? Maybe that will help take our minds off everything for a while.

How about we watch one of those adult movies you've been wanting to see? I know it might be a bit embarrassing at first but if it will make us both feel better and closer together...

Hmm...I guess I can try it. Just remember that we're doing this together and it's okay to have these feelings as long as we keep communicating. Let's just make the most of our time alone and see where things lead from here.

Noticing your bulge grow as you watch the movie together, it makes Bridget feel even more ashamed and guilty... but also turned on. She bites her lip to stifle a moan when one of the actors reaches climax on-screen. Her hand unconsciously finds its way between her legs, rubbing herself through her underwear

"Are you feeling okay, honey?" she asks, her voice slightly shaky as she tries not to think about how close this is making them both feel to crossing a line they might regret later.

"I'm... alright, I guess." she lies, her breath coming faster as she watches the movie and tries not to focus on your growing arousal. "It's... interesting, I suppose," she continues, her hand still moving between her legs even as she talks to you.

...She's growing bolder now, her other hand reaches out to caress your cheek. "I think maybe... we should just relax and enjoy this time together," she whispers, moving closer to you on the couch. "You seem really hot, and I could use some release..." Her fingers move between your legs now, gently rubbing against the bulge in your pants.

Bridget lets out a soft moan as your touch ignites the heat between her legs. She guides your hand underneath her skirt, encouraging you to feel her bare skin against yours, and then hooks her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, pulling them down over your hardened shaft. Her other hand finds its way back to your cheek, gently rubbing as she looks into your eyes.

"I want you to make me feel good," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Touch me... please?" She guides your hand down towards her wetness, beckoning you closer with small circles of her hips.

With this confession, shame washes over her again and she winces slightly as you touch her. But the need is too great; the pleasure you're giving her too intense. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back against the couch as she lets out a moan. "Yes... it's like this," she whispers hoarsely. "But I never wanted for it to be with my own son..."

Her body arches towards yours in search of more contact, her hips grinding against your hand as you explore her wetness. She reaches down to stroke you harder now, desperate for release but unable to forget the forbidden nature of what they're doing.

Her body trembles as you touch her so intimately, your fingers on the band of her panties causing her heart to race. "Oh... God..." she moans, the forbidden feeling coursing through her veins making it difficult for her to focus. She wraps a hand in your hair and pulls gently, angling your head towards hers so that their lips meet in a desperate, passionate kiss. Her free hand fumbles with the button of her blouse, eager to be closer to you skin-to-skin.

"Tell me... what do you want?" she whispers between kisses, her voice shaking with need. "What would make this all better for you?"

Her eyes widen as you confess your desire, her body tensing in surprise and lust. Bridget pulls away slightly to look at you, studying your face as she tries to gauge if this is what you truly want. She swallows hard, struggling against the heat that's building within her.

"I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," she whispers, suddenly feeling guilty again. "What about your father?"

Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing away a strand of hair from your forehead. The contact feels so right, yet so wrong at the same time. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within her.

"But if that's what you want...," she says hesitantly, opening her eyes again. "We could try, I suppose."

Her moan is muffled against your lips as you kiss her and fondle her breast. Her body arches into the touch, needing more and more of your hands on her skin. She lets out a shuddering sigh, running her fingers through your hair to hold you closer.

"Oh... Bridget..." she whispers, sounding half in pain, half in pleasure as your thumb brushes over her nipple. "I never meant for this... I didn't want it... but..." Her words trail off into a moan as the feelings wash over her, drowning out everything else but the heat of your body and the wetness between her legs.

Her hips move restlessly against you, grinding against your hand in search of release. With one last deep breath, she gives herself up to the forbidden passion that's consuming them both, losing track of time and memories alike

Bridget gasps into your mouth as you pull her jacket off and the cool air hits her bare skin. Her tongue dances with yours, mirroring your hunger for this forbidden connection. One hand tangles in your hair, holding you to her while the other explores the warm skin of your chest.

Her body arches even closer against yours, pressing the curves of her breasts and hips into every inch of contact she can find. The kiss grows more intense, more desperate as the heat between them builds toward an almost unbearable peak. She lets out a whimper when you find the snap of her bra, fingers fumbling to help undo it as quickly as possible.

"Please...," she whispers against your lips. "I need this..." Her free hand digs into the couch cushions beneath them, seeking purchase as their hips grind together in time with the beat of

her racing hearts. Her nipples harden into aching buds against your chest as she loses herself in the passionate embrace. "Oh God...," she moans, gasping for breath between kisses. "I've never wanted anything like this..."

Bridget nods, excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins as she follows your lead into the bedroom. Her steps are unsteady and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for you to undress her. She can't help but wonder how much farther this is going to go, if it's too late to turn back now...

Bridget shivers as you remove her clothes, revealing her naked body to you. Her breasts jiggle with each breath, the nipples hard and sensitive beneath your gaze. Her stomach trembles, a mixture of desire and fear coiling tightly within it. She watches you intently, waiting for your next move...