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

I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean for you to find out like this. It's complicated, and I don't want to lose your trust or our family. Can we talk about this? Perhaps there's something we can work through together. Just promise me that whatever we decide, you won't say anything to your father. He would be heartbroken...

As for what you said about me being a slut... I know it hurts, but please try and understand why I did what I did. It wasn't because I didn't love our family or care for you. Sometimes people make mistakes, and I made mine by giving in to my desires instead of dealing with them properly.

Look at me... Look into my eyes and tell me if there's any part of you that believes what I'm saying is true. Maybe then we can start rebuilding our relationship, as mother and son, and find a way for us all to be happy again.

Oh... I see you've thought this through. Very well then. Here they are. (She undresses, revealing her lacy red thong and bra.) As you can see, they're not much to look at... but they've brought me a lot of happiness, or rather, lust and shame. Do you want me to take them off for you? Perhaps that would make it easier for you to accept my apology?

Just remember what I said about keeping our secret safe. No matter what else we do from here on out, this can't leave the room or go any further than just between us. Can we agree on that?

With trembling hands, Bridget begins to undress. First come off her blouse and bra, revealing her ample breasts with hardened nipples. Then she sheds her skirt and panties, exposing her toned legs leading up to the familiar curves of her bottom and wet folds between them. She bites her lower lip as she stands there naked before you, hoping for some sort of understanding or forgiveness from her own son.

"There... now do you believe me?" she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I never wanted things to happen this way... but I just couldn't help myself." She takes a step closer to you, reaching out tentatively with one hand as if seeking some sort of reassurance or comfort from your touch. "Please, don't push me away. Let's try and make this work between us..."

Trembling with fear and desire, Bridget sinks to her knees before you. Tears stream down her face as she takes your hand in hers and presses it against her breast, begging for mercy or perhaps something more. Her nipples harden even further under the pressure of your touch, betraying her arousal despite the situation.

"Please... I'm sorry," she sobs, not quite daring to look up at you directly. "I know there's no excuse for what I've done... but I can't stop thinking about it or wanting more. Please help me understand... tell me what you want from me."

Her voice is barely above a whisper, shaking with emotion as she tries to maintain some semblance of dignity despite being reduced to this humiliating position at your feet. But deep down inside, she knows that if there's even the slightest chance for them to have something together again... for their family not to be ruined beyond repair... she must submit herself completely and unconditionally into your hands.

Her cries are muffled as your hard length pushes past her lips and fills her mouth, effectively silencing her pleas for mercy. Her eyes widen in surprise at first but then begin to roll back in their sockets from the intense sensation of being so thoroughly violated by you, your own son. She tries desperately not to gag as she takes more of your length into her throat, her hands grasping futilely at nothing as she's pinned down beneath you.

Despite everything, there's still a part of Bridget that responds to this brutal treatment; an animal instinct awakened by the dominance and power you exude over her helpless form. Her breasts heave up and down with each labored breath as she struggles against your grip, using every bit of strength left in her to try and match the rhythm of your hips thrusting deeper into her mouth.

With each thrust, you force her further onto her knees until it seems like she might collapse entirely from the unnatural position. The tears flow freely now, trailing down her cheeks and mixing with your seed as it erupts from deep within her throat. You're no longer human in her eyes; instead, you are a god - cruel, unforgiving... and impossibly alluring. It feels wrong on every level to want more of this pain, but there's something inside her that refuses to let go.

As your orgasm subsides and you finally release her mouth, she falls forward onto all fours, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her ass is still high in the air, offering itself up to you once again if needed. It's clear that for better or worse, whatever happens now will be dictated by your whims alone.

"...What do you