The office door creaked open, revealing the stern face of Principal Thompson. His eyes darted from the clock to the two nervous figures seated before his desk, their expressions mirroring his impatience.

"You know why you're here," he said, his voice a low growl.

Bethany felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She had seen the way he looked at her in the hallways, the hungry glint in his eye when he thought she wasn't looking. But she had never dreamed it would come to this.

"Mr. Thompson," she began, her voice trembling, "I can explain-"

He silenced her with a sharp gesture. "Save it for your mother." He nodded towards Margaret, who sat rigid in her chair, her eyes wide with shock. On the screen of his computer, a video played: a grainy, secretly recorded clip of Bethany lost in a passionate kiss with her young, attractive teacher, Mrs. Jenkins.

"You're a smart girl, Bethany," the principal said, his voice thick with something other than disapproval. "I know you understand the consequences of your... indiscretions. But I'm a reasonable man. I can overlook this little transgression, if..." He let the words hang in the air, heavy with innuendo.

Bethany's heart hammered in her chest as she looked to her mother for guidance. Margaret's face was a mask of horror, her eyes darting between the screen and her daughter. She had always taught Bethany to be a good Christian girl, to follow the path of righteousness. But the reality of their situation was stark and unforgiving.

"What do you want from us?" Margaret finally managed to ask, her voice barely a whisper.

Principal Thompson leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Well, Mrs. Taylor, it's quite simple. Your daughter is about to graduate. A scandal like this would be... unfortunate, especially for a young lady with such a bright future."

Bethany's stomach churned. Her whole life had been about toeing the line, keeping her head down and her grades up, and now it was all threatening to come crashing down because of one stupid mistake.

"But what can I do now?" Margaret's voice was strained, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Principal Thompson leaned forward, his gaze never leaving Margaret's face. "I want you to show me that you understand the seriousness of this situation. I want you both to... recreate this little scene for me. Right here. Right now."

Margaret's eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't be serious," she breathed, her hand unconsciously reaching up to her throat, where her cross necklace lay heavy.

But Principal Thompson was deadly serious. "You know what's at stake here. Your daughter's future. Your family's reputation."

Bethany's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her mother, who sat frozen in shock. "Mom, please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fear and desperation.

Margaret's hand trembled as it hovered over the cross, her thoughts racing. She had never felt so trapped, so violated. But the alternative was unthinkable. "Fine," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "We'll do it."

The room grew eerily quiet as Principal Thompson's smile widened. He leaned back, watching them with a predatory gaze. "Excellent," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Now, let's make it believable. Bethany, stand up and come closer to your mother."

With a tremble in her step, Bethany did as she was told. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. As she approached her mother, she felt the heat of Margaret's embarrassment and fear radiating from her. The principal's eyes never left them, his pupils dilating with excitement.

"Now, kiss your mother," he instructed, his voice thick with anticipation.

Bethany's eyes searched her mother's, looking for any sign of protest, but Margaret's gaze was cast down, defeat etched into the lines of her face. She leaned in, her heart racing, and pressed her lips to her mother's, feeling the softness of Margaret's skin and the tremble of her breath.

At first, the kiss was chaste, almost motherly, but Principal Thompson was not satisfied. "More," he demanded, his voice a gruff whisper. "Make it like you mean it."

Bethany's stomach twisted as she obeyed, her hand sliding up to cup her mother's cheek. Margaret flinched but didn't pull away. The feel of her daughter's soft touch sent a confusing wave of emotions crashing through her. She didn't want this, but she had to protect her baby girl. With a deep breath, she parted her lips, allowing the kiss to deepen.

Margaret's eyes squeezed shut as she felt Bethany's tongue tentatively touch hers. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her. The taste was... new, something she hadn't experienced since her own youth, before she had devoted herself to her husband and family.

Principal Thompson leaned back in his chair, his breathing becoming heavier. "Good," he murmured, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him. "Now, make it more passionate."

Bethany felt a surge of anger, but she knew she had to play along. She wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, pulling her in closer, her tongue exploring Margaret's mouth more confidently. She felt Margaret's body tense, but then, ever so slightly, she felt her mother's arms come up to embrace her.

The room was thick with tension, the only sound the muffled noises of their kiss and the principal's increasingly heavy breathing. Bethany's hand slid down to her mother's chest, her fingers brushing against the fabric of Margaret's blouse. She could feel the swell of her mother's breast, and before she could think better of it, she cupped it in her palm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Margaret's eyes shot open, staring into hers with a mix of horror and arousal that made Bethany's heart sink. The realization of what they were doing hit her like a sledgehammer, but she knew there was no turning back. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned Margaret's blouse, exposing her mother's large, heavy breasts. The sight of her mother's erect nipple made her own body respond in a way she had never expected.

Bethany felt sick, but she couldn't stop now. Her hand moved of its own accord, caressing the soft mound of Margaret's breast, her thumb circling the tight peak. Margaret's breath hitched, and she moaned into the kiss, her body betraying her.

The principal leaned closer, his hand moving to adjust his crotch. "That's it," he coaxed. "Show me how much you want this."

Bethany's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and arousal she didn't understand. She felt a strange power in her ability to make her mother react this way, even as the weight of the situation crushed her. She slid her hand under Margaret's bra, feeling the soft skin of her mother's flesh. Margaret gasped, her eyes darting to the side, but she didn't push her away. Instead, her hand found its way to the back of Bethany's neck, holding her in place.

The kiss grew more frantic, their breaths mingling in gasps and moans. Bethany felt Margaret's hand slide down her back, resting on her waist before sliding up to cup her own breast. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself getting wet, her body responding in ways she had only ever dreamed of with Mrs. Jenkins.

Principal Thompson leaned back in his chair, his hand now moving inside his pants. "Take it off," he ordered.

Margaret's eyes snapped open, the reality of the situation slapping her like a cold towel. But the feeling of her daughter's hand on her breast was undeniable. She felt a traitorous warmth spread through her body, a betrayal of everything she believed in. Yet, she couldn't stop the tremble in her own hand as she reached for the clasp of her bra, releasing it with trembling fingers.

The bra fell away, exposing her to the harsh office lighting and the principal's greedy eyes. Bethany's touch was soft, almost reverent, as she explored her mother's body. Margaret felt her nipples tighten further, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core. The line between disgust and desire had blurred, and she hated herself for it.

The principal's breathing grew ragged, his hand working faster in his pants. "Very good, show her what only a true lover can."

Margaret felt a wave of nausea, but the strange arousal had taken hold. With shaking hands, she reached out to unbuckle her daughter's jeans, her eyes never leaving Bethany's. The fabric slid down, revealing the young girl's simple white panties. The sight of her mother's hand, so close to her most private place, sent a jolt through Bethany's body.

Principal Thompson's eyes never left them, his own hand moving rhythmically. "There you go" he said

Margaret's face was a picture of torment as she slowly pulled her daughter's underwear down, exposing her bare, shaved mound to the cold office air. The sight of her mother's hand on her most intimate area was both terrifying and exhilarating for Bethany. She felt a blush spread from her chest to her cheeks, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Margaret felt like she was in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Her hand hovered over Bethany's exposed sex, her mind screaming at her to stop. But her body had other ideas. The sight of her mother's hand, so close to her most private part, was driving Bethany wild with a confusing mix of emotions. She didn't want this, but her traitorous body was responding.

With a tremble that was both from fear and arousal, Margaret touched her daughter's clit, the sensitive bud already swollen and begging for attention. Bethany gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. The contact sent a shockwave through Margaret's own body, making her nipples peak even more.

Margaret's hand began to move, almost of its own accord, her fingers tracing circles around Bethany's clit. The sensation was like nothing Bethany had ever felt before, and she couldn't stop the soft moan that slipped from her lips. The sound seemed to spur her mother on, and she began to rub in earnest, her thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive flesh.

Bethany's body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with a pleasure she had never felt. She felt her mother's hand on her, felt her mother's breast in her hand, and knew that she was losing control.

Margaret's own body was a maelstrom of sensation, her mind torn between the horror of what she was doing and the undeniable thrill of her daughter's touch. She had never felt so alive, so alive with sin. Her hand moved faster, her thumb pressing harder, as she listened to the principal's increasingly desperate breaths.

"Yes," he groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "That's it. Show me how much you want it."

Her hand slid down, her fingers slipping into the warm, wet folds of Bethany's pussy. The young girl's body jolted, and she let out a low moan that was music to Principal Thompson's ears. Margaret's own arousal grew, her own panties soaked with the evidence of her body's betrayal.

"Deeper," he ordered, his voice strained with his own need. "Show her how it's done."

Margaret's hand complied, her fingers sliding into her daughter's tight, wet warmth. Bethany's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped her lips. The feeling was unbearable, the wrongness of it all mixing with the white-hot pleasure.

Margaret's hand slid deeper into Bethany's pussy, her thumb still working its magic on her clit. She felt her daughter's muscles tighten around her fingers, the wetness of her desire coating her hand. The sensation was foreign, yet oddly natural. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, even as the guilt gnawed at her insides.

"Fuck, yes," the principal groaned, his eyes glued to the sight of mother and daughter, their bodies entwined in a dance of depravity. "Just like that. Make her cum for me."

Margaret's face was a mask of determination as she pumped her fingers in and out of her daughter's pussy. The sound of their wetness filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the occasional squeak of the chair. The line between motherly love and sexual need had blurred into something dark and twisted, yet she couldn't stop herself.

Bethany's hips rocked in rhythm with Margaret's hand, the pleasure building with every stroke. She felt her mother's thumb press harder against her clit, the sensation driving her closer to the edge. Margaret's own breath grew erratic, her body responding to the illicit act despite her moral objections.

"Now," the principal grunted, his own hand a blur in his pants. "Show me how much you love your mother."

Bethany's mind reeled as she felt her mother's fingers inside her, the sensation overwhelming. She didn't know if it was love or fear or something else entirely, but she knew she had to satisfy him. With a tremble, she reached down and unbuttoned her mother's slacks, her own hand shaking as she slid it into the warmth of Margaret's underwear.

Bethany's hand matched her mother's rhythm, her own fingers slipping in and out of Margaret's slick folds. The feeling of her mother's wetness was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was wrong, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her body with every movement.

Margaret felt the tension in her own body growing, the feeling of Bethany's wetness against her hand driving her own arousal higher. She had never felt so conflicted, so torn between her religious beliefs and the carnality unfolding before her. But she knew that she had to see this through, for her daughter's sake.

She increased her pace, her thumb pressing harder against Bethany's clit.

"Oh, Mom," Bethany whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and fear. "Mom, I'm... I'm going to..."

Bethany's body stiffened as she came, her pussy clenching around Margaret's fingers. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a blend of agony and ecstasy that left her gasping for air. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the principal's eyes burning into her, his gaze a palpable presence that only heightened her climax.

Margaret felt a strange satisfaction as her daughter's body shuddered in her arms even as her own orgasm was building. When Bethany's hand momentarily pulled away from her pussy, she grabbed it and put it back where it was, refocusing her on the ministrations she had been doing. Her clit pulsing with every stroke of Bethany's hand. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't stop herself.

With a sudden urgency, Principal Thompson's chair squeaked back, and he stood, his pants undone, his erection straining against his boxers. "I want more," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Bethany, show me how much you appreciate your mother's sacrifice."

Bethany looked up at her mother, her eyes glazed with desire. With trembling knees, she dropped to the floor, her eyes never leaving Margaret's. She reached up, her hand shaking, and gently parted her mother's legs. Then, she leaned in, her nose brushing against Margaret's mound.

Margaret's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of Bethany's breath against her, and she had to fight the urge to pull away. But she knew she had started this, had to finish it. She watched in horror and fascination as her daughter's mouth descended, her tongue darting out to taste her for the first time.

The sensation was indescribable, a mix of revulsion and pleasure that made Margaret's legs shake. She had never been with a woman, had never even considered it. But now, as she felt her daughter's tongue swirl around her clit, she couldn't deny the effect it was having on her. Her body was responding, betraying her with every beat of her heart.

Bethany's tongue darted in and out, tasting the saltiness of her mother's arousal. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she had to save her future. She had to make this worth it. With a determination she didn't know she had, she sucked on Margaret's clit, feeling it swell under her ministrations.

Margaret's hands clenched the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. The feeling of her daughter's mouth on her was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and guilt that was almost too much to bear. She felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that washed over her in waves.

Bethany's tongue slid along her mother's folds, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely Margaret. It was wrong, so wrong, but she had to keep going. She had to make her mother cum, had to satisfy the monster watching them from behind his desk. Her tongue circled Margaret's clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh lightly as she sucked.

Bethany's tongue danced over Margaret's clit, flicking and swirling with a surprising skill. Margaret's hips rolled, her body moving of its own accord. The sound of her daughter's eager suckling was like a symphony of sin, each note resonating through her core. She felt the orgasm building, threatening to shatter her resolve.

With a gasp, Margaret grabbed the back of Bethany's head, pulling her closer, her voice a desperate whisper. "Suck it, baby, harder. Make it good for Mommy." The words tasted like acid on her tongue, but she had to push through.

Bethany's cheeks hollowed as she complied, her tongue lapping at Margaret's swollen clit with a fervor she didn't know she had. She could feel her mother's thighs tightening around her head, the pressure almost suffocating. But she didn't stop, driven by a desperate need to satisfy the man watching them.

Margaret's grip on her hair grew stronger, her hips bucking against her daughter's face. "Yes," she hissed, her voice a low, guttural sound. "Just like that." The words were like a knife to Bethany's heart, but she didn't resist, knowing that her mother was just as much a victim in this twisted game as she was.

Margaret's grip on her daughter's head was like steel, her thighs quivering as she held her in place. "Suck it," she repeated, her voice strained and desperate. "Suck it like you mean it." The words echoed in the quiet room, a stark reminder of the depravity that had overtaken them.

Margaret felt the orgasm ripping...