Taking her son's Virginity

Wet and needy, wearing nothing but a mask over half your face, you are lying, waiting and wanting, in a Brothel in a room with your unaware son and your mean Captain.

"Wow... She is..." Does your son recognise you? Is he going to save you from Lawrence? The old warrior cackles.

"Yep, Young Baelish found a couple of redhead whores who will pretend to be Tullys. And this one has the tits of one of them don' she?" You blush under the scrutiny. It was true, Tully women were well known for being well-endowed in the chest area, and most agreed that the King's fiancee Sansa was taking more after her Tully side than her Stark side.

"Sh-she even has the Tully Trout Pout." To hear it from your own son...

"A man shouldn't be a Virgin when riding into his first Tournament. Now... She's too old to play the Future Queen. So, will she be Lady Catelyn, punished for rising against the King? Or do you want to cuckold the Late Lord Hand to repay him for fostering you?"

Aedan had needed a male role model after his father's ****. So you had approached Lord Baelish. He wouldn't take him, but he made it so Lord Hand, Lord Jon Arryn did. You was so pleased, you almost forgot you were being extorted by Lord Baelish. In the years after, your son confessed a small crush on Lysa Tully, Lord Arryn's wife, in his letters to you.

Your son proved to be a more amorous man by saying he'd do both. He tied you up and beat your tits with a cane before jerking his dock over you. His hot cum felt... Warm and soothing on your raw flesh.

Then he had you style your hair more like Lady Lysa's. He told you to cry, and the pain from your beaten breasts made the command easy. He delivered a comforting speech you suspected was one he'd written and rehearsed to use on the real widow, before pushing you back onto the bed and pushing his Virgin dick deep inside you. Your son.

Your son!

Lawrence watched as your son sucked on nipples that Aedan had been fed on years before. His slow, unsure thrusts became more bold and he found the energy to rise and use you seven times before he relented.

Aedan left, while Lawrence stayed, to "pay". His hand gripped your throat and when you felt like you might pass out, he let go.

"From now on, you're my morale booster for the men. If you're good, I'll let you keep the mask on an' the only ones in the House who'll know it's you will be just us."

On that, he left.