She breaks down and Cries (James is caring).

She collapses on top of James and starts to cry, which is odd for two reasons for James. Kimberly has always been a very strong woman in front of her children. This is the first time he has EVER SEEN her cry. Secondly, she was crying on top of him with his still hard cock inside of her, as his cum leaked out of her and onto his lap.

Not knowing exactly what to do, James awkwardly stokes the back of his mother's head as his mother's warm tears drip onto his chest, "I trusted him; I can't believe he would lie to me."

He had planned this out for his own benefit and to get his dad over onto his side. However, he had never even thought about how it would have affected his mother.

He could only come up with one thing to say at that awkward moment. If he had been given more time or thought about it beforehand, he probably wouldn't have said anything like this, but he didn't. As a result, he ended up saying, "It will be OK; you can trust me." As he continued to brush her hair.

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I can, can't I?" she pauses as she thinks, "You won't lie to me, will you?" Despite asking him a question, Kimberly doesn't wait for James to answer as she just continues rambling, "You haven't lied to me yet, unlike your father." She breaks eye contact with James as she turns her head and looks towards the door. "Just look at him; he looks like he has the time of his life fucking my daughter, despite promising me he would never touch her again."

Kimberly was right; her husband looked to be working up quite a sweet pounding poor unwitting Britney's pussy. James just watched helplessly as a revelation came to Kimberly. She slowly lifts her head and looks James in the eyes. "James, honey, can we start again?"

James looks down at his mother and wonders, 'What in the world does she mean by start over?'

Despite being the one that planned the events of today out, James quickly became unsure of what was going to happen next or what to say next, at least when it came to Kimberly. As a result, James just repeated the last words of her sentence over to her in confusion "Start over?"

Kimberly: "Yes, start over. Go back to the way we were right before you enslaved me. So that you can respect me more as your **** and give me a chance to be a better **** for you."

James is still unsure about what his mother getting at. "Mom, some masters treat their slaves much more poorly than I treat you. I mean, don't walk you around town completely naked with your tits and puss hanging out for everyone to see like some masters make their slaves do, and I don't share you with other men. Some masters have their slaves fuck upwards of twenty to thirty different men a day. So I don't understand what you mean when you say respect you more."

Kimberly looks into her son's eyes as she speaks, "That is true, you don't do those things, but you also don't allow me to pick what I wear when I am with you. You don't respect me as your **** enough to believe that I can pick out something to look good for you. I would also like you to respect me enough to believe that I can look good for you in things other than lingerie or being completely naked."

James does recognize that it has lessened some of the thrills of everything, having her always in lingerie or naked whenever he was alone with her. Those events are meant to be something special, just like your birthday. Having her changed into either one of those choices whenever he was sure they wouldn't be caught, is similar to having your birthday every day. It would be fun for a little while, but it would quickly get old. Thus James said, "As long as you make yourself look sexy, I don't see any problem with those two things. Is that all, mom?"

Kimberly winches at his last word "Yes, at least one more thing. When we are doing this." She wiggles herself on top of James's cock. "Can you stop calling me mom? You can call me Kimberly, ****, or anything else you can come up with, just nothing Mother like. This is a lot for me to take, and having you remind me that you're my son every time you say something to me, makes my stomach turn, which makes it harder for me to please you."