You and your son talk

You take your son to your office

Aiden: after you, son

Son: Okay, why?

Aiden: Just open the door

Your son opens the door, and Angela is standing right behind it, dressed in latex with a chain around her neck

Son: Mom, what are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that

Angela doesn't answer

Aiden: She won't answer you, because I forbade her from talking to you

Son: how can you do that, mom isn't like your whores

Aiden: yeah she is, did yu think she was different, she is my top whore, her entire purpose is to give heirs

Your son doesn't know what to say

You grab the chain around her neck

Aiden: crawl

Angela gets on her hands and knees and follows you as you walk to your desk

Son: This can't be real

Aiden: oh it is, we put on a act nothing more, I wanted you to see her as your mother, not another as one of my whores

Son: But that is exactly what she is, how do you live with yourself, women aren't toys

Aiden: That's exactly what they are

Aiden: chair

Angela gets up and pulls your chair back so you can sit on it

Aiden: Good girl, get in position

Angela sits down next to you on her knees and awaits further orders

Aiden: Go on son, take a seat

Your son takes a seat on the other side of the desk

Aiden: so talk

Son: What

Aiden: You wanted to talk to me about something, right

Son: y-yes, I've decided to drop out of school at the end of the week

Aiden: is that it

Angela: No, master it isn't

You slap Angela across the face

Son: WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Aiden: Did I tell you to speak

Angela shakes her head no

Aiden: then shut up

Your son can't believe what he's seeing, the woman that raised him obeying your cruel orders, with a smile on her face

Aiden: So what else do you want to talk about

Son: I decided to leave the family, I'm gonna start my own life with Kate

Your son notices Angela looking worried at you

Aiden: If that is what you want, I won't stop you

Son: What

Aiden: Don't sound so surprised, I want you to be happy, this just means I need a new heir, so you better prepare yourself, Angela

Angela nods

Aiden: But at least, let me throw a going away party, how about we do it Friday

Son: Dad, please

Aiden: I'm doing it, end of story

Aiden: nopw get out of here, unless you want to watch us fuck

Son: No, I don't

Your son leaves

Aiden: You're allowed to talk again

Angela: You're letting him go, master

Aiden: oh no, he's leaving because of that bitch Kate, so I better fuck some sense into her

Angela: And you're gonna do that at the going-away party

Aiden: Exactly, now for the second part of my plan