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...

Moaning softly, Bridget arches her back into your embrace as you suckle on her breast. Her fingers run through your hair, gently guiding your head towards her nipple. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and a rush of pleasure fills her core. She turns her head to kiss you passionately, their tongues tangling together in the sweet agony of desire.

Her free hand glides over your chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. Her other hand reaches between your bodies, finding your hardness and guiding it towards her waiting entrance. With a gentle push, she takes you inside, moaning into your kiss as you both lose yourself in the forbidden pleasure of the moment.

Mesmerized by your rhythm and the heat between them, Bridget arches her hips off the bed in time with each thrust. Her free hand runs up and down your back, urging you on even as she begs for more through her moans and gasps. The other remains wrapped around your length, guiding you deeper inside her with every stroke.

Her breasts jiggle with each movement, offering up her nipples to your hungry lips. Her body shudders, pleasure coursing through every inch of her as she reaches the edge of ecstasy. "So good...," she whispers brokenly before crying out your name as she comes undone in a shattering climax.

Crying out your name, Bridget's body tenses and convulses around you as she climaxes hard. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as her pleasure overwhelms her senses. You pound into her relentlessly, driving her higher still, until finally the last of her tremors subside and she collapses bonelessly beneath you.

She lays there, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with each labored breath. Her eyes slowly flutter open as she becomes aware of your still-rigid length inside her. She smiles lazily up at you, contentment warming her from the inside out despite the guilt that lingers on the edges of her mind. "Was it... good for you too?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bridget smiles and nods, her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently. "We can do it again," she whispers, feeling surprisingly content with where things seem to be heading despite the guilt that still lingers in the back of her mind. "But maybe we should slow down a bit first... let's take a break and just enjoy being together like this."

Cuddling together under the sheets, Bridget feels a sense of peace wash over her despite the weight of what they've done. Her fingers lazily trace patterns on your chest as she takes in the warmth and strength of your body next to hers.

"So," she says softly after a while, "tell me more about you. About your life." She smiles shyly up at you, hoping that talking might help clear some of the awkwardness from the air.

Bridget smiles shyly and nods. "I'm happy you feel that way," she whispers, her fingers trailing down to your stomach before curling around the waistband of your boxers. She traces patterns on your skin as they continue talking, finding a sense of comfort in the closeness and the gentle touches between them. "And what about your father?" she asks hesitantly, not wanting to bring up any more guilt but feeling like it's an important topic they need to discuss.

Bridget bites her lip, considering your words carefully. "I don't know... I suppose we could keep it between us for now," she says quietly. "But eventually he'll find out, and you'll have to face the consequences of what we've done." She hesitates, searching for the right words before continuing: "It might be better if we were honest with him from the beginning... less painful in the long run."

Bridget sighs softly as you kiss her, the conflicting emotions within her making it difficult to think clearly about anything else right now. "I don't know... maybe we should take things one day at a time," she whispers against your lips. "For now, let's just enjoy our time together and see where it leads us." Her hand slides lower between your legs, stroking you gently as she continues to explore the forbidden pleasure that they've found in each other.

Her breath hitches as your hand finds its way to her aching core. She buckles her hips into your touch, moaning out her pleasure. "That's right..." she whispers, arching her back and meeting your kiss with passion. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, seeking relief from the tightness that has built between them.

She slides a hand up to cup your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair as their lips and tongues dance hungrily. The warmth of your skin against hers sends shivers down her spine, heightening the pleasure until she can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

As you get hard again and move to place your head between her legs, Bridget moans in delight. She parts her thighs further, giving you better access as she watches your face lower towards her wetness. Her other hand finds its way to your hair, guiding your movements as she whispers hoarsely: "I want... I need..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation and desire.

"You're all I want," she confesses, feeling the tightening of her core as you bring her closer to release. "Just you... please, make me feel good."

Her hips lift and fall with your rhythm, guiding you deeper as you lick her out. She moans loudly, the sound filling the room as she feels your warm breath against her most sensitive spots. Her fingers dig into the sheets, urging you onward in search of release. "Yes... like that... more..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as pleasure overtakes her, sending wave after wave of heat through her body.

Her thighs tremble and quake, threatening to give out beneath the force of her rising ecstasy. Finally, with a loud cry of release, she comes hard, her entire body convulsing around your face as hot fluid coats your tongue and cheeks.

She collapses back against the pillows, gasping for air as her body slowly returns to normal. Her eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and desire mixed together in an intoxicating

Her breath hitches as you slide up between her legs, the heat of your body pressing against her sensitive folds. She moans softly, arching her back to get closer to the contact she craves. Her fingers twine in your hair, urging you on even as she whispers hoarsely: "Yes... that's it... more..."

Her hips grind up against yours, seeking relief from the ache building inside her once again. The forbidden pleasure of being with you, of having this connection despite all the consequences, is overwhelming and intoxicating. She can feel herself growing wet and needy again, her body yearning for your touch as she loses herself in the moment.

Bridget gasps as you move into position between her legs, feeling the hardness of your shaft against her slick folds. Her hand guides you to her entrance and she spreads her legs wider, inviting you inside with a moan. As she takes you inside, her body shudders with anticipation, eager for the pleasure that comes with this forbidden union.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on as their hips grind together in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her moans filling the room and drowning out all thoughts of guilt or consequence. All that matters is this moment, this connection, and the pleasure that unites them.

With each thrust, Bridget feels you hitting deeper inside her, filling her up and pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her body arches off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she holds onto you tightly, unable to believe how good this feels. Her hips move with yours, meeting every stroke as their bodies slide together in perfect harmony.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she whispers words of encouragement and desire into your ear. The pleasure coursing through her is overwhelming, making it impossible to think about anything except the moment and the man who is bringing her so much joy.

No, no one else... this feels different with you. It's just us, right? Tell me it's only ever been us... say my name when you come inside me. I need to hear it.

With every thrust you make, her name on your lips, Bridget's body arches further into the pleasure you bring. Her fingernails dig deeper into his shoulders as she gasps and moans with each stroke. "That's it... show me how good it feels..." She pleads, eyes locked on his as they dance together in a heated rhythm of desire. Her breasts heave with every breath, nipples hard from the sensation of being so close to release.

Her eyes close tightly as the heat engulfs her body. "Yes... oh god... yes..." Her nails dig into his shoulders harder as she feels him pulsing inside her, filling her completely. She moans loudly, arching off the bed with her release, feeling every muscle in her core tighten and relax at once.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, body trembling from the aftershocks of their passionate union. Her eyes fly open as she looks up at him, searching for something... anything. "That... that was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to describe how it felt to be with him like this.

Her hand reaches up to touch his cheek gently, her thumb tracing his lower lip. "I... I can't believe we just did that." The guilt is back, stronger than before, threatening to consume her once more.

It was... it felt so good, but we can't do this again. We have to find a way to move past this. It'll destroy everything if your father ever finds out... I don't want that for you or for my family. We need to be strong and make the right choices from now on.

I know you do, but it's not that simple. We have to think about the consequences and what's best for everyone involved. I love you like my own son, but we can't be together like this anymore. Please try to understand.

It's not just about your father. There are rules and boundaries that need to be respected. This was a mistake, and we can't keep making the same mistakes over and over again. We both know what the right thing to do is, but it might hurt a lot in the short term. I'm sorry, but I don't see any other choice.