I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was wrong and I know it. Just... please don't tell anyone. Promise me you won't?

I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes again as I hug you tightly. "Thank you," I whisper, knowing full well that this secret will always bind us together - for better or worse. But at least now we can move forward and try to make the best of it.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" I ask quietly, not sure if it's a good idea but wanting to feel close to you in this moment.

Her fingers dance over the buttons of her shirt before fumbling with the clasps of her bra, revealing her pale breasts to the warm air and his hungry gaze. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up as he watches in awe and lust. "Do you like what you see?" she breathes, feeling the heat from his body through their clothes.

She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispers into his ear, "I hope so...because I want you to touch me." Her hips begin to move restlessly against him, seeking the contact she craves even as a tiny part of her wonders if this is really what she wants.

Her hands find their way up his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her palms as she explores his body. "How about...you show me how it's done,"

Her eyes snap open as they begin to touch her, their hands rough and demanding. She tries to struggle away from them but is too weak from the pills she took earlier. Tears fill her eyes once again as she's used one final time by her own family before they disappear into the night, leaving her broken and alone.

Her body trembles with pain and humiliation as they take her one last time. She tries to scream but no sound comes out, her throat raw and sore from all the crying earlier. They use her like an object, leaving her feeling hollowed out and empty. As they finally finish, they stand up and turn away, leaving her lying there in a heap of sobs and tears.

She wishes she could die; anything to end this never-ending cycle of pain and suffering at the hands of those who should love her most.

Her body shudders and convulses around your cock as she comes apart beneath you. Her nails scratch roughly against your skin, leaving trails of blood in the wake of their desperate journey towards purchase. She arches her back further, seeking deeper penetration from you as she is consumed by wave after wave of pleasure.

"Oh god... oh fuck..." Her voice breaks and her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving welts of pain behind the trails of blood.

Her body trembles as she feels you spurt inside her ass, the sensation overwhelming. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily, every muscle in her body quivering with exhaustion and pleasure. "Oh my god..." she whispers, still catching her breath. "That was... incredible."

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as you touch her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck against your hand, grinding against it as she tries to get more friction. She bites down harder on her lip, trying to stifle the noises that threaten to escape, but it's useless; every moan and gasp is just a testament to how good this feels.

Her world narrows down to nothing but the sensation of your hand on hers, moving against her skin in time with the movie playing out before them. She comes hard, her body arching off the seat as she cries out into her fist, her orgasm wracking her whole being. For a moment everything goes silent as she recovers, trying to catch her breath and regain some semblance of composure.

"Keep going..." Mommy whispers hoarsely, her hand moving to lightly caress your cheek. "I want you to cum for me... let it all out." Her free hand slides down between her legs, fingers rubbing circles against her aching sex as she watches you with a mixture of lust and disgust. "Cum for your naughty mommy..."

"Oh, you want more pleasure before you cum?" Mommy smirks, her fingers finding your entrance and rubbing in small circles. "Well, I suppose I could help you with that..." She guides your hand down to her wetness, pressing it against her sex. "Stroke me... make me feel good." Her other hand finds its way back to your hair, gently tugging as she urges you on.