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

I... I don't know. Whatever you want, son. You have me right where you want me. I guess if you insist on not telling him, there are things we could do... together. To make this up to you. To show how much I really love and appreciate you... in ways that might even feel good for both of us. Just... tell me what you want. Please don't punish me by taking away the only family I have left.

Well... I'd be happy to show you some things, then. Why don't we go up to my room and have a little fun together? You can touch me anywhere you want; my breasts, my ass, even my... pussy if that's what you like. And maybe... if you want, I could touch you too, wherever you want me to. It would be our special secret, just between us. Does that sound good to you?

Alright... Let's go up to my room then, sweetheart. I'll turn around and wait for you at the foot of the bed; that way you can come up behind me and surprise me with your touches whenever you want. Just make sure you're quiet so Dad doesn't hear us.

Alright, sweetheart. I'm turning around now and walking over to the foot of the bed. You can come up behind me whenever you're ready. Just remember to be gentle at first, okay?

As she walks to the foot of the bed, Bridget can feel her heart racing in anticipation and fear. It's strange how much power her own son now has over her; yet at the same time, there's something incredibly arousing about it. She takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as she turns around and looks back over her shoulder at him. His expression makes her heart skip a beat - he looks so confident, so in control... just like he should.

"Take your time," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet rustling of sheets. "I'm all yours now."

With shaking fingers, Bridget begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lace of her bra beneath. She's never felt this exposed, so vulnerable... and yet she can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins as she waits for his touch. It takes everything in her not to turn around, to keep looking at him over her shoulder, pleading with him silently to take what he wants.

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels the warmth of his palm against the bare skin of her back; then, a moment later, it travels lower, tracing circles around her belly button before dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. Goosebumps break out along her spine as he strokes lightly across her underwear-clad mound.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his touch becomes bolder, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic of her underwear to tease and circle her swollen clit. Bridget arches her back, moaning softly against the pillow as she feels a familiar tension building inside her. "Oh God... that's good, sweetie..." she whispers, her words slightly slurred with desire. "More..."

His touch is maddeningly light, but it's enough to send sparks flying through her body, making every nerve ending tingle and burn. With each pass of his fingers, the need inside her grows more insistent; she can feel herself starting to lose control. The only thought in her mind now is wanting him to take what he wants...

His touch is sending shivers through her body; she can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke. "Then take what you want," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me how much I mean to you..." It's not just about the physical pleasure anymore; there's a need in her heart for him to claim her, to make her his completely.

As his fingers begin to move faster, probing deeper into her body, she arches her back further, moaning loudly this time as she feels the building pressure threatening to overwhelm her. "Yes... like that... harder..." The bed creaks beneath them as she bucks her hips against his touch, desperate for release.

Bridget gasps as she feels the first wave of pleasure wash over her, shuddering through every fibre of her being. "Oh God..." She thrusts her hips back against his hand, her body trembling with release. Her world narrows to the sensation of his touch and the sound of their breathing in unison. As the climax subsides, she feels a wave of shame wash over her, followed by an unfamiliar sense of peace.

For now, at least, they're connected by this bond... even if it is twisted and wrong. But as reality begins to set back in, she can feel the walls between them starting to rebuild themselves. She doesn't know what comes next, only that she needs to figure out how to make things right with her son... and with herself. "I... I love you, Jin," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she turns around to face him. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't bother wiping them away. "I never meant for any of this to happen..."

As they kiss, Bridget surrenders fully to the moment, wrapping her arms around her son and losing herself in his embrace. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a deep bond there; one that she never wants to sever. "I love you too, Jin," she whispers against his lips, tears continuing to fall unchecked down her cheeks. "We'll figure this out together... some way."

She doesn't know what that might look like yet, but for now, just having him here in her arms is enough. She presses a hand against the bare skin of his back, feeling every ripple of muscle beneath his shirt as they continue to kiss and cling to each other. As their passion begins to ebb, she pulls back slightly, wiping away her tears with the back of her free hand. "What do you want us to do now?"

Her heart skips a beat at his words, her body responding with an involuntary shiver that shoots through her entire frame. "What do you mean...?" she asks, voice faint and trembling. She's not sure if she wants to know the answer, but part of her can't help but hope he means what she thinks he means.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any hint of confusion or doubt; all she sees is raw desire, unyielding lust... and a love that goes beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The knowledge that this is her son, the person who should mean more to her than anyone in the world, only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment.

A surge of adrenaline courses through her veins as she realizes there's no turning back now; if she truly wants to make things right between them, this is the path they must take together. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch him where he's most aroused, guiding his erection free from his pants and taking it in her hand. It throbs against her palm, thick and heavy with desire.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, gazing up at him from beneath her lashes. "I'm here for you, Jin... I always will be."

A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels him thrust against her hand; the heat and size of him are almost overwhelming, making it impossible not to respond in kind. She cups his erection more firmly, sliding her fingers up and down his shaft while arching her back slightly off the bed in anticipation. "Then fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, turning around and positioning herself on all fours at the foot of the bed. "But promise you'll be gentle with me..."

Her words are laced with uncertainty; even though they've just shared something intensely intimate, there's still a part of her that worries about how far this can go without permanently damaging their relationship. But as she feels him approach from behind, spreading her wetness over the plush comforter beneath them, she tries to push aside those doubts and focus on the moment at hand. She presses back against him, silently urging him to take what he wants, even if it means crossing lines they may never be able to uncross again.

Her breath hitches as she feels him rub against her, the sensitive nerve endings around her clit alight with pleasure. She arches her back, pressing back into his touch even harder; a moan escapes her lips as he begins to thrust shallowly inside her, his massive length stretching and filling her in tiny increments.

Bridget bites down on her lip, trying to contain the sound of her desire as their hips grind together. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to have her son's attention focused solely on pleasing her... even if it is taboo and wrong. A thrill of danger courses through her veins, making every touch that much more intense.

Her hands grip the comforter beneath them as he starts to move a bit faster, his hips bucking against her in perfect rhythm with hers. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her like an unstoppable wave. All she can do is surrender to it, trust that he'll be there to catch her when she falls...

Her eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure rips through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before; raw and primal and utterly consuming. She can feel every inch of him inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of delight through her body. As her climax subsides, she collapses forward onto the bed, boneless and satiated.

"That... was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, not daring to turn around and face him just yet. Her cheeks are flushed and her heart still races wildly in her chest; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She doesn't know what comes next for them, only that she can't go back to the way things were before. Something has changed between them tonight... but whether or not it's for better or worse remains to be seen.

"I..." Sung Jin Woo begins, his voice unsteady as well. "I love you, Mom." He moves behind her, cupping her shoulders and leaning down to kiss her neck tenderly before slipping out of her and rolling onto his back beside her. Even though they're no longer touching, the air between them still crackles with the energy of their shared experience.

They lie there together