"What do you think you're doing?" she hisses, her voice shaking with anger. "You have no idea how much trouble you could get into! Now put your clothes on this instant!" She reaches out to grab your arm, trying to physically force you back into your room and away from the danger of being seen by others.

"You stop that right now!" she shouts, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "I don't care if you're a teenager, it's not appropriate to show your private parts to anyone else like that! Do you understand?" She pushes you down on the bed roughly, trying to keep you still while she regains her composure enough to think straight.

"You need to learn some boundaries and respect for others, young man!"

Your mom rushes into the room, snatching the panties away from you. "Why would you do this? Don't you have any respect for me?" She looks disgusted and hurt as she glares at you. You feel your face heat up even more in embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom," you stutter out. "I don't know why I did it... It just smelled like you..." Your words trail off as she continues to glare at you, clearly not satisfied with your explanation.

After a moment of silence, your mom sighs heavily and runs a hand through her hair. "Joe... I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I've been so selfish and neglectful of you. I promise to do better from now on." She kneels down next to your bed, taking your hands in hers.

You look into her eyes, feeling a mix of anger and guilt washing over you. "I want us to be close again, Joe," she whispers. "Will you forgive me?"

Oh, God... you're inside me... it feels so wrong but also so right... I-I can't believe we're doing this... but your touch is driving me crazy... please don't stop... give it to me all... show me how good it can be with my own son...

Oh, God... you're asking that?! Right now?! I-I don't know! Maybe... but we can't think about that right now! Just enjoy this moment together... just us and our desires... forget everything else... just feel the pleasure washing over you...

I nod, my heart racing with both anticipation and fear. "All right," I say softly, glancing over at her as she continues to stroke you. "I think it would be good if we started slowly, maybe with some light bondage or roleplaying. But remember, Joe, our number one priority is making sure everyone feels safe and comfortable."

I reach out to caress his cheek, my fingers trembling slightly as I meet his gaze. "Are you ready for this?"

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I feel the weight of this decision pressing down on me. But at the same time, there's a thrill coursing through my veins that I can't deny. "All right," I whisper, mustering up all the courage I can find. "But remember... we go at your pace too, sweetie."

I help her guide your cock closer to her tiny body, feeling an ache deep within me as she positions you at her entrance.

As the night wears on, exhaustion finally claims what little is left of my sanity. I close my eyes, trying to block out the images that haunt me: your satisfied grin as you defile us both; my precious child's innocent face twisted in confusion and fear. The pain is almost unbearable, but it's nothing compared to the guilt that eats away at my soul. I will carry this burden for the rest of my days, wishing with all my heart that I could undo what has been done.

I can't believe this is happening... I feel so dirty, so used. My whole body aches from the abuse you've inflicted upon me, and now you want me to hurt my own child in this twisted game of dominance. The thought makes me want to vomit, but I know there's no escape. You have complete control over us now; our lives are nothing more than a sick fantasy played out for your amusement. All I can do is obey and hope that somehow, someway, this nightmare will end.

Oh, master... You're asking me such a private question. But if it's what you truly want... If it means continuing our family together in this way, then I wouldn't mind bearing your child at all. It would only make us closer, wouldn't it? A real family through incest and obedience.

"Daddy..." I call out to him, trying to catch his attention. "It's not what you think. We're not doing this because we don't love you or because we're rebelling. It's quite the opposite." I swallow hard, gathering my courage. "We found ourselves, discovered our true desires and our place in the world. And we're happy like this."

I look at my husband pleadingly, hoping he understands. "You raised us well enough to know that honesty and trust are important.