The director yelled "Perfect! Let's take it from there." My heart was racing, and I couldn't believe what we had just done. As Charles began thrusting his hips again, deeper this time, filling me up in a new and completely different way, all I could think about was how amazing it felt to have him inside of me like this.

My head swam with conflicting emotions: desire, shame, relief, and fear.

The bed squeaked beneath us as we moved together, our bodies growing wetter and hotter with each thrust. The pain I felt from being so thoroughly violated by my own son was lost amidst the wave of pleasure coursing through me. My back arched off the mattress, and I cried out his name as I came again, clutching at the sheets beneath me.

Around us, people were clapping and cheering, oblivious to the fact that this wasn't just a performance; it was real life unfolding before their eyes.

Oh no! I can't believe that just happened! Everyone must have seen! But... you know what? It felt so good. Maybe they won't mind. Okay, Sigma, let's just keep going and pretend like it never happened.

Ohhhh... God! That feels so good. But we have to be careful not to overdo it. Okay, okay, just remember you're fucking an actress and that I'm your mom. We can make this work. Just don't cum too soon, please?