The night was quiet, and peaceful in the village of Knothole, the only noises can be heard were the sounds of crickets and frogs chirping away in the distance. Scourge the Hedgehog crept silently through the shadows, his green fur almost blending in with the darkness. He had been planning this for weeks: a surprise attack on Sonic, the blue hedgehog hero who always seemed to be one step ahead. Tonight, he would finally get his revenge. He spotted Sonic's home—a modest wooden structure with a thatched roof—and made his way toward an open window on the side.

Scourge climbs through Sonic’s window with a grin, the moonlight behind him. "Top-notch security you’ve got here, Sonic. Ha!" He said out loud mocking his goody two-shoes doppelganger. The room he entered in was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight shining through. Scourge’s eyes scanned the room, expecting Sonic to be asleep in his race car bed. But suddenly the light flickers on exposing him.

In front of the green hedgehog was an older hedgehog with dark blue/purplish fur with blonde hair for bangs. All she was wearing was a lavender colored robe and slippers. She had a stern look on her face. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "I'm Bernadette, Sonic's mother," she replied calmly, tightening her robe. "And you’re trespassing."

SUMMARY^1: Scourge infiltrates Sonic's home via an open window in Knothole Village, intending to ambush Sonic. Instead, he encounters Bernadette, Sonic's mother, who confronts him about trespassing.

"Bernadette, huh? Well hey there, Ma!" He chuckled deeply, calling her a nickname for mother. "Given the fact you climbed in my own son's bedroom in the middle of the night. Its safe to say you boys weren't going to have a nice chit chat." She crosses her arms walking more into the room.

Scourge leaned against the windowsill, his smirk never faltering. "I'm just here to settle some unfinished business with your boy. Where is he? Out saving some squirrels from falling acorns?" Bernadette's eyes narrowed. "Sonic's out. And you," she pointed a finger, "will be gone before he gets back unless you want real trouble." Her voice remained calm, but carried the weight of someone who'd raised a hero in wartime.

"Cute, trying to prove you aren't a afraid of me?" Scourge pushed off the wall, taking a deliberate step toward her. "What's there to be afraid, heh." Bernadette didn't flinch. "You're in my home," she stated flatly. "And I know exactly what you are a bully and a coward." Her words hit a nerve; Scourge's grin twisted into a scowl.

"You may threaten me all you want. But I was a soldier in the front lines of the great war. You may see me as just a woman but I am more than that! You are lucky you are dealing with me and not my husband! Who is powered down in our bedroom!" She states sternly.

SUMMARY^1: Scourge taunts Bernadette, demanding Sonic's whereabouts. She warns him to leave, revealing her wartime background. When he advances, she calls him a coward and asserts her strength, mentioning her husband Jules is nearby.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, calling me a coward! I conquered an entire planet on my own!" He screamed at her. Bernadette remained unmoved, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Conquering worlds doesn't make you brave or strong young man. You just brought death and ruination to your world." She said.

Scourge moved closer to her scowling more deeply. "Try again, lady. On my world we had a time called "The Great Peace". My dad was a part of that. Brought everyone in one big group hug. 10 years later the world stagnated, and fallen apart. I didn't ruin the world. I woke it up." Scourge stated with an evil sly grin.

Bernadette raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "And how many died during your 'awakening'? How many families did you destroy? Is that really your answer, death and anarchy?" She took a step forward, her slippers silent on the carpeted floor.

"Not really anarchy babe since everyone bows to me! And hey since you wanted to threaten me by siccing your husband after me. Let me tell you my dad...my Jules isn't around anymore." He gives her a evil smirk.

Bernadette got the implications. "You're sick!" She said angrily. "Oh I'm just getting started!" He says as he charges towards her. Bernadette sidesteps with surprising agility, her robe swirling as she pivoted. She manages to restrain him. Scourge couldn't help but laugh, having a bit of fun.

SUMMARY^1: Scourge defends his violent conquests, claiming he saved his world. Bernadette condemns his actions. When he reveals he killed his dimension's Jules, she calls him sick, and he attacks. Bernadette dodges and restrains him.

Bernadette tightened her grip. "You're going nowhere!" Scourge struggled against her hold. "You're tougher than you look, lady," he grunted, twisting violently. Bernadette held firm, her expression grim. "You know I never knew my Bernadette. I barely remember her. But what I do remember were those old home pictures I had. Seeing her eyes in pictures that tells her that she was dead inside even though she was always smiling and putting on a happy front of everyone. Including me. " Scourge smiles.

Bernadette still has the green hedgehog pinned. She wasn't sure what this evil version of her son was getting at. "Did you kill her too?" She asked coldly.

"Nah. She did that herself." Scourge managed to overpower the older blue female hedgehog. He pushed Bernadette backwards onto Sonic's race car bed. She gasped as her back hit the mattress. "Tell the truth my Bernadette was a worthless. I think she knew that and so did my dad. That's why he would always beat the shit out of her. I remember always hearing her screaming for him to, "stop" and "I'd be better." As I would try to fall asleep in my room.

"Heh, then one day when I was 8 I found her hanged on the ceiling in her closet. Blaming me and my father in her note." He shrugged and chuckled looking back at it like it was a funny memory. "You really are a piece of shit." She said.

SUMMARY^1: Scourge reveals his mother Bernadette committed suicide after abuse from his father Jules. Bernadette condemns him as he pins her on Sonic's bed.

"Oh come on now, a mother shouldn't use that language in front of her own." He smirked as he leaned over her. Bernadette spat in his face. "You may be a sonic, but you are not MY sonic! And you are no king if you have to sneak in my house in the middle of the night and get a good hit in on my boy!"

Scourge wiped the spit off his cheek but still he couldn't help but chuckle like he was having fun in the moment. "You know, Sonic is good at smash bots. Wanna see what I am good at smashing at?~" He said with a dark chuckle. He leaned closer to her face. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you!"

"WHAT KIND OF DEGENERATE DO YOU TAKE ME FOR!?" She tries to slap him but he caught her wrist. "Ohhhh Mama Bernadette~" He chuckled darkly. "You don't fool me. The moment I stepped in here I smelled it. It was a faint when I climbed in her but in Sonic's room I smelled the whiff of sex in this room." He smirked.

Bernadette froze. "What?" She asked confused. "Ohhhh I know that scent anywhere. You were getting busy with your own son weren't you?" He chuckled darkly. "That's disgusting!" She said angrily. "Oh please I smell him on you even now. Its faint but I know what it is~"

Bernadette's eyes widened in horror. "You're insane! Sonic would never—" Scourge cut her off with a cruel laugh. "Oh, the good mommy act. I smell the scent of sex on you." Bernadette face was really red and she wanted this punk out of her house.

SUMMARY^1: Scourge falsely accuses Bernadette of incest with Sonic, claiming he smells evidence. She denies it furiously as he pins her.

Scourge leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't play dumb. That lingering musk? It's fresh. You were riding your precious hero son just hours ago, weren't you?" Bernadette struggled violently beneath him. "Get OFF me!" she screamed, kneeing him hard in the groin. Scourge gasped, doubling over in pain as he rolled off the bed onto the floor.

"Ow, you fucking bitch!" he groaned, clutching himself. Bernadette scrambled upright, grabbing Sonic's bedside lamp. "You don't know what you are talking about ya freak!" she hissed, brandishing it like a club. Scourge looked up through watering eyes, a pained grin spreading across his face. "Deny it all you want... but I've seen how twisted Mobius really is behind closed doors~"

Bernadette swung the lamp down hard. Scourge rolled sideways with a grunt, the lamp smashing against the floorboards where his head had been. Ceramic shards scattered across the carpet as he scrambled to his feet near the doorway. "Temper temper, mama..." he taunted, wiping blood from a shallow cut on his arm. "Does Sonic know you're this violent?"

He kicks her in the stomach all the movement she was doing and now that kick made her robe fly open. Scourge's eyes widened as he saw her naked body underneath. Bernadette gasped, scrambling to cover herself. "See?!" Scourge laughed darkly. "No underwear? Still wet? You filthy hypocrite!"

SUMMARY^1: Bernadette knees Scourge and attacks him with a lamp. He dodges, kicks her open her robe, and mocks her exposed state as proof of his accusations.

Bernadette clutched her robe shut, face burning crimson. "You disgusting little—" Her words cut off as Scourge lunged again. This time he grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the wall beside Sonic's trophy shelf. "Tell me how it felt," he hissed, pressing his forearm against her windpipe. "Did you love ya it? Yeah I know you did and hey I can make you feel better than your dumbass son.~"

The older hedgehog gasped for air, clawing at his arm. "Go... to hell..." she choked out, kicking wildly. Her foot connected with his knee, making him stagger but not release her. Scourge leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Why play hard to get? We both know you're just a whore pretending to be the good mother and house wife~"

He starts to rub her pussy lips with his fingers. Bernadette froze, her eyes widening in terror as she felt his touch. "Stop!" she screamed, her voice raw. "Get your filthy hands off me!" Scourge chuckled darkly, pressing harder against her throat. "Or what? You'll tell your precious Sonic how Mommy got wet for his evil twin?" His fingers slid lower, tracing her entrance. Bernadette whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. "Please... don't..."

SUMMARY^1: Scourge pins Bernadette against a wall and chokes her while groping her intimately, ignoring her pleas to stop as he mocks her alleged incest.

Bernadette knows she can fight back and has the strength to, but doesn't know why she isn't fighting back. His finger movements are just as good as Sonic's, and Scourge really was her son from another world. If he knows how to work her over this good already. Then she wonders what else he could do to her. Bernadette felt a wave of nausea mixed with unwanted arousal. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered hoarsely. Scourge leaned closer, his breath hot. "Because you're just like her—weak. And weak things break." He pressed a finger inside her, making her gasp. "See? You're already dripping for me."

She hated how horny she was getting. Bernadette had always been a person with a high sex drive. Sonic inherited that from her. But she never thought she would be pinned down by her own son's evil twin. For whatever reason feeling him rub her like this trigger all the times she and her husband had sex before Sonic was even conceived.

How Jules would pin her down and fuck her hard. How she loved it when Jules fuck her in their favorite positions like doggy style and mating press. How Jules would finger her like this before he fucked her. She then remembers later on in her life being roboticized. Then coming back as a normal mobian but her husband had to stay roboticized to save his life.

SUMMARY^1: Bernadette experiences conflicting arousal during Scourge's assault, recalling past intimacy with Jules and her roboticization trauma as Scourge violates her.

SUMMARY^2: Scourge infiltrates Sonic's home to ambush him but encounters Bernadette, Sonic's mother. After taunting her and revealing he killed his dimension's Jules, Scourge attacks Bernadette, pins her, and falsely accuses her of incest with Sonic. He assaults her while she experiences conflicting arousal and trauma flashbacks.

She tried to be a good wife for him but...Sonic was there to satisfied her needs when her husband no longer could. So she and him have been fucking behind closes doors ever since but ever since Jules caught them he gave them his blessing to continue. But now here she was exposed in front of her son's evil doppelganger. Wet and horny as she continues to rub her pussy. And worst yet she was enjoying being choked right now. It may have awakened something new in her.

Scourge grinned at her reaction. "Ohhhh~" He chuckled darkly. "You like being choked don't you?" Bernadette shook her head. "N-no!" She lied. "Ohhhh so you're a liar too!" He chuckled. "But that's okay. I like liars. Especially liars who are wet for me!" He said as he continues to finger her faster. Bernadette moaned softly as her eyes rolled back. "Ohhhh~" She moaned softly.

He inserted his middle in her hole. He began finger fucking her. Bernadette gasped. "Ohhhh~" She moaned louder. Scourge chuckled. "Ohhhh~" He mocked her. "You like that don't you?" He asked. Bernadette nodded. "Yes!" She moaned. "Then beg for it!" He commanded. "Please!" She begged. "Please what?" He asked. "Please finger fuck me!" She begged. "Good girl!" He chuckled as he inserted his index finger as well fucking her both fingers now.

SUMMARY^1: Bernadette admits to enjoying Scourge's choking and fingering, begging him to continue as he dominates her.

Bernadette moaned louder. "Ohhhh~" Scourge grinned. "You're such a slut!" He chuckled. Bernadette nodded. "Yes!" She moaned. "Yes what?" He asked. "Yes I'm a slut!" She moaned. "Good girl!" He chuckled. "Now beg for my cock!" He commanded. "Please!" She begged. "Please what?" He asked. "Please fuck me!" She begged. "Good girl!" He chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her hole.

He also let go of her neck as well. She falls to her knees gasping for air. Scourge looks down with a grin plastered on his face as his cock springs to life in front of her. Her eyes widen seeing the bouncing member in front of her face. She was a bit surprised but not by much. Because its not like she hasn't seen this penis a hundred times before.

Bernadette looked up at him, her robe still hanging open. "You... you're exactly like him," she whispered hoarsely, her gaze fixed on his erection. Scourge chuckled, running a hand through his quills. "Better, actually. Faster reflexes, meaner streak—and I last longer." He nudged her shoulder with his knee. "Now be a good slut and open wide."

SUMMARY^1: Scourge forces Bernadette to her knees, revealing his erection and demanding oral sex while boasting about his superiority to Sonic.

The older hedgehog hesitated only a second before leaning forward, her lips parting around him. Scourge groaned as warmth enveloped him. "Damn, you've done this before," he grunted, tangling his fingers in her blonde bangs. Bernadette's muffled whimper vibrated against him as she bobbed her head, her movements practiced and eager. On the floor beside them, ceramic shards from the broken lamp glittered like fractured stars.

The taste was so familiar—salt and musk, just like Sonic's—but twisted by cruelty. She gagged slightly as he thrust deeper into her throat. "That's it," Scourge hissed, his hips snapping forward. "Take it all like the good mommy whore you are." Tears streamed down Bernadette's cheeks, her body trembling with shame and arousal. She couldn't stop her hands from sliding up his thighs, nails digging into green fur.

He yanked her head back by her quills. "Enough foreplay," Scourge growled, flipping her onto her stomach. Her robe fell open completely as he shoved on Sonic's racecar bed. She faceplants into Sonic's pillow. "Smell him while I ruin you." Bernadette whimpered into the fabric—cotton and teenage sweat—as he spat between her thighs. "Beg properly," he demanded, pressing the swollen head against her entrance.

SUMMARY^1: Scourge forces Bernadette into oral sex before flipping her onto Sonic's bed, demanding she beg while smelling her son's pillow as he prepares to rape her.

"Please," she gasped, arching her hips instinctively. "Please wreck me." Scourge slammed inside her. Bernadette screamed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. He laughed, pounding harder. "Louder! Let Jules hear how his wife loves it!" Her muffled cries filled the room—shame and pleasure indistinguishable now. Across the hall, Jules' roboticized frame remained dark and silent.

She really hopes her robotic husband doesn't really hear. It would be embarrassing if he did. But Jules had been asleep for a long time ever since he was powered down. So she knew he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. Bernadette felt Scourge's claws dig into her hips as he drove deeper. "Your husband's junk probably rusted shut years ago," he sneered, thrusting brutally. "Bet Sonic's the only one keeping this hole warm." Bernadette whimpered agreement, her mind fracturing beneath the assault.

"Shut up...you fucking degenerate!" she gasped between ragged breaths, though her body arched back against him. Scourge laughed darkly, leaning over her spine. "Degenerate? Lady, you're taking your son's evil twin balls-deep while your real son's pillow muffles your screams." He punctuated his words with a sharp slap across her ass. Bernadette cried out—half pain, half pleasure—her fingers twisting in Sonic's sheets.

She hated herself but loved it as well. The conflicting feelings made her feel sick to her stomach. But her pussy was dripping wet and she was enjoying every moment of this. Scourge grinned as he felt her body tremble beneath him. "That's it," he growled. "Take it like the slut you are." Bernadette moaned as he thrust harder and deeper. "Ohhhh~" She moaned. "You like that don't you?" He asked. Bernadette nodded. "Yes!" She moaned. "Yes what?" He asked. "Yes I love it!" She moaned. "Good girl!" He chuckled.

They switch positions on the bed. Bernadette was now on her back. Scourge was on top of her. He was thrusting deep inside her. Bernadette wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled him closer. Scourge grinned. "Ohhhh~" He moaned. "You're such a slut!" He chuckled and sticks his tongue down her throat.

She kissed him back passionately. Her tongue danced with his. Both moaning into the kiss as they were swapping spit. Both exploring each other's mouth. Bernadette can taste him fully now. He tasted like Sonic, her son, her lover. But it definitely tasted different not help by the fact she can taste the lingering flavor of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed in his mouth.

Sonic's racecar bed creaked beneath them like a sinking ship. Scourge broke the kiss, saliva trailing between their mouths. "Tastes like desperation," he sneered, thrusting harder. Bernadette gasped, her claws digging into his shoulders. "Shut up... just fuck me..." Her voice cracked—half command, half plea.

Scourge managed to hit her cervix. Bernadette cried out, arching violently. "There it is," he chuckled, grinding against her G-spot. "Bet Sonic never found that sweet spot, huh?" She shook her head, tears leaking sideways into her quills. "He... has...he's just not as rough as you are, right now..." Her admission hung thick in the air.

She hated herself right now because she knew she was about to cum. Bernadette's thighs trembled around his waist. "Don't stop," she gasped, nails raking down his back. "Almost—" Scourge slammed harder, deliberately uneven. They both feel the pressure building up more and more. Bernadette felt her orgasm building like a storm surge—inevitable, destructive. Scourge's thrusts became jagged, his control slipping. "Fuck," he hissed, "you're tighter than I thought—"

Her pussy is squeezing his cock tightly. Bernadette arched off the bed with a silent scream as her climax tore through her. Scourge followed seconds later, slamming deep as he came with a guttural roar.  Bernadette can feel her inside getting filled with Scourge's white hot semen. For several heartbeats, only their ragged breathing filled the room, mingling with the distant chirp of crickets.

He pulls out of her and his semen leaks out of her hole onto Sonic's bed sheets. Scourge snickers as he looks at older female. "You think we're done?" He asked. Bernadette looked up at him, her chest heaving. "What?" She asked confused. Scourge grinned flipping on her stomach. "Not by a long shot!~" He sees her asshole winking at him. He spits on her asshole and presses his cock against her puckered hole. Bernadette gasped. "No! Not there!" She screamed. "Ohhhh...FUCK!~" Bernadette yelps in pain and pleasure.

Scourge chuckled darkly as he leans over her. "Guessing that blue fucker never fucked you back here. Because fuck you are tight.~" Bernadette gritted her teeth. "He's not a fan of anal, and neither am I. NOW TAKE IT OUT!" She yelled. Scourge chuckled. "Don't play coy babe, you know you love it.~" He slaps her ass again.

He starts thrust into her asshole slowly. Bernadette gasped, as she feels her hole being stretch out. "Yeah I know you love it bitch!" He moaned slamming into her ass. His green balls smacking against her pussy lips. He was fucking her just as hard as he did her pussy. Bernadette hate to admit it but she was starting to enjoy it.

Scourge chuckled darkly. "Ohhhh~" He moaned. "You're taking my cock like a champ!" Bernadette moaned. "Shut up!" She yelled. Scourge grinned. "Make me!" He chuckled. Bernadette reached back and slapped his thigh. Scourge laughed. "Is that all you got?" He asked. Bernadette growled. "Fuck you!" She yelled. Scourge grinned wanting to change things up again.

He pulls out of her and wanted to fuck her in another part of the room. He pulled Bernadette off the bed and bent her over Sonic's trophy shelf. He rubbed his cock against her asshole again. Bernadette gasped. "Ohhhh~" She moaned softly. Scourge chuckled. "You ready?" He asked. Bernadette nodded. "Good girl!" He chuckled as he thrust into her asshole again.

Bernadette braced against the shelf, trophies rattling as Scourge slammed into her. "Still tight as a vice back here," he grunted, fingers digging into her hips. Bernadette whimpered, the cold metal of Sonic's racing medals pressing into her palms. "You're... tearing me apart," she gasped, but arched back against him. Scourge laughed, snapping his hips harder. "That's the point, mama. Break you open like a piñata."

He then moved her to another part of the room. Scourge pulled out abruptly, spinning Bernadette to face him near the open window where moonlight spilled onto the carpet. He lifted her onto the sill, the cool night air hitting her sweat-slicked fur. "Wanna give the neighbors a show?" he taunted, spreading her legs wide. Bernadette clutched the window frame, shaking her head. "Someone might see—" Scourge silenced her with a rough kiss as he thrust back inside her soaked core. "Let 'em watch," he murmured against her lips. "Prove what a slut Sonic's mom really is."

He fucks her pussy yet again ready to fill her up once more. Bernadette gasped as he slammed into her cervix, her claws scraping against peeling paint on the window frame. Below them, Knothole Village slept—dark cottages, silent pathways—but her moans carried sharp in the stillness. "Quieter," she begged, though her hips rolled to meet his. Scourge chuckled darkly, gripping her waist tighter. "Make me," he challenged, pounding harder until the old wood groaned beneath them. A trophy cup vibrated off Sonic's shelf, clattering loudly on the floorboards.

Bernadette moans wildly but kept her mouth covered by her hand. "You must feel so honored to be fucked by a king." Scourge grunted. Bernadette shook her head. "You're... no king," she gasped between thrusts. "Just a... brat." Scourge's grin vanished. "Yeah yeah, whatever bitch!"

He turns her over. Her hands on the window sill as she leans out the window. Scourge slams into her ass from behind. Bernadette tries her best to keep her moans in so she doesn't wake up the neighborhood. He was thrusting in and out of her asshole again. "Get ready bitch, because I am about to fill this ass of yours!"

Bernadette gasped as Scourge rammed deeper, her knuckles bleaching against the splintered windowsill. "You're—hurting—" she choked, but her hips arched backward involuntarily. Below, a stray cat paused mid-stride, eyes flashing like emeralds before darting into shadow. Scourge laughed, as he takes her wrist and pulls them back.

"Shut the fuck up, you love it bitch!" Scourge snarled, "Take your king's cock!" He slammed harder, each thrust made their skin slap as his balls meets her pussy lips once more. Her naked body was fully exposed to anyone to see walking by her house. If they did they would see her getting fucked by Scourge. He then cums inside her again. This time emptying his balls into her asshole.

She came too squirting as her vaginal juices mixed with Scourge's cum from earlier spilled on the floor next to the windowsill. Bernadette gasped for air as Scourge pulled out. His cum dripped from her asshole onto the windowsill below. "You... animal," she whispered, trembling as she slumped against the frame. Scourge wiped his brow with the back of his hand, grinning. "Call me king, slut. And clean up your mess." He gestured to the puddle on the floor.

Bernadette slid off the sill, legs buckling as she hit the carpet. She grabbed Sonic's discarded race medal—a cheap tin thing—and scraped the fluids into a pile with shaky hands. "Happy?" she spat, voice raw. Scourge chuckled, kicking the medal aside. "Ecstatic. But again...I am not done with you yet.~"

"You wanna still wanna keep going?" She asked surprised a bit not fully. Since Sonic was the same like him. "Hell yeah, I can go all night if I want!~" Scourge grinned. Bernadette sighed softly. "Well...then...what do you want?" She asked softly. Scourge grinned darkly. "I wanna fuck you again...and again...and again...until I'm satisfied!~" Bernadette sighed softly.

He starts to fucking her against against the wall. Bernadette gasped as Scourge shoved her face-first into the peeling wallpaper—Sonic’s childhood height marks etched beside her cheek. "Thought I was done?" he growled, thrusting into her dripping core from behind. Bernadette braced against the wall, fingers scraping plaster. "You... never stop," she panted, the rhythm familiar as Jules’ wartime homecomings. Scourge laughed, biting her shoulder. "Damn right. Kings take what they want." His thrusts turned erratic, fueled by cheap whiskey still sour on his breath.

He fucks her in other parts of the house. Switch holes between asshole and pussy. Bernadette cried out as he dragged her across the hallway—past Jules’ silent, powered-down form—and bent her over the kitchen counter. Ceramic bowls rattled as he slammed into her ass. "Quiet!" she hissed, but Scourge just grinned, slapping her hip. "Why? Robo-dad’s got no ears." He switched back to her pussy, wetness slicking the laminate. Bernadette’s claws dug into the counter edge.

"You’re… exhausting," she gasped, her thighs trembling as he pounded her against the fridge. Magnets clattered to the floor. Scourge chuckled, biting her neck. "Toughen up, princess. My world didn’t have comfy beds either." He came inside her again, hot and sudden, making her arch with a choked gasp. Semen dripped down her thighs onto the tile.

He then starts to fuck her again next to her robotic husband who was in sleep mode. Scourge was now fucking her on her master bed. Despite Scourge's confidence. She can tell he was being careful not to wake him up. The she wishes to share again with her husband. She couldn't help be feel hatred towards herself fucking scourge on her marital bed. Scourge cums inside Bernadette again. She covers her mouth as to not moan.

They then move back into Sonic's room. Glass was still on the floor but was brushed aside as Scourge sat on Sonic's racecar bed. Bernadette was on her knees sucking Scourge's cock again. Scourge was moaning softly. "Ohhhh~" He moaned softly. Bernadette looked up at him. She was enjoying herself now. She was now embracing her slutty nature. She was sucking him off like a pro. Scourge chuckled. "Damn, you're good at this." Bernadette smiled softly. "I've had practice." She said softly.

"Yeah I bet you love sucking your son's cock, and hey good for you I am no different.~" Scourge chuckled. Bernadette rolled her eyes. But she keeps going covering more of his cock with her saliva.

Scourge leaned back against Sonic’s racecar bed, his fingers tangled in Bernadette’s blonde hair and blue quills. "Tell me something," he rasped, hips lifting slightly off the mattress. "Did Jules ever catch you swallowing Sonic’s load?" Bernadette paused, pulling back just enough to speak. "He walked in once," she admitted, tongue tracing his tip. "Said he was happy I was enjoying myself."

Scourge barked a laugh that echoed too loudly in the small room. "Robo-dad’s cooler than I thought!" He thrust deeper into her throat, making her gag. Bernadette nodded, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper. Her fingers dug into his thighs—not pushing away, but anchoring herself. The taste was bitter and salty, but she worked him steadily, saliva slicking the shaft.

She taste a bit on herself on his cock as well. He then stands up and stars to face fuck her. Bernadette looked up at him, tears in her eyes as she choked on his cock. Scourge chuckled darkly. "That's it bitch!" He groaned. "Take it all!" Bernadette gagged as she felt his 8 inch cock hit the back of her throat. She tried to relax her throat more but it only helped a little bit.

Scourge feels the familiar feeling again, the feeling that he was about to reach that finish line. He pulls out of her mouth. Bernadette gasped for air as she coughs softly. Scourge grinned. "Open wide!" He commanded. Bernadette opened her mouth wide. Scourge aimed his cock at her mouth and he proceeds to jerk off in front of her face.

Bernadette closed her eyes tightly. Scourge groaned as he shot his load. His semen sprayed all over Bernadette's face. Some of it went into her mouth. Bernadette swallowed what went into her mouth. Scourge chuckled softly. "Good girl!" He grinned. Bernadette wiped the cum off her face with her hand. She licked her hand clean. Scourge laughed. "You nasty slut!" Bernadette smiled softly. "What? I don't want to waste it." She said softly.

He chuckles again. "Okay...I think I am finally spent." Scourge grinned. Bernadette sighed softly. "Good...because I am exhausted." She said softly. "Well that was fun. Man I am jealous of that blue fucker. Maybe again we do this some other time." He stands up and stretches.

Bernadette slumped against Sonic’s bedframe, her fur matted with sweat and cum. "You won’t tell anyone about this?" she whispered, voice raw as scraped bark. Scourge snorted while pulling on his boots. "Who’d believe me? ‘Hey Sonic, fucked your mom six ways to Sunday while robo-dad snored.’" He mimed a yawn. "Besides—" he kicked aside a ceramic shard "—you’d just deny it."

"But doesn't matter anyways, I had fun anyway so why does it matter?" Scourge grinned as he walked towards the window. Bernadette scrambled up, clutching her torn robe closed. "Wait—" She grabbed his arm, claws pricking green fur. "What if I... want you to come back?" The words tasted sour, like spoiled milk. Scourge raised an eyebrow, smirk widening. "Seriously? After all that ‘degenerate’ shit you screamed?"

Bernadette’s gaze flicked to Jules’ dormant form in the hallway. "Sonic’s away on patrol until dawn," she whispered, voice cracking. "And Jules... he doesn't work until morning and works outside the house most of the time." Scourge chuckled darkly, peeling her fingers off his arm. "Keep the window unlocked, *mommy*. Maybe I’ll drop by when blue boy’s training." He vaulted through the window, landing silently in the dew-wet grass below.

Bernadette watched him vanish into the treeline, moonlight glinting off his spines like poisoned emeralds. She turned to survey the wreckage: cum-streaked trophies, shattered lamp, the sour tang of sex hanging thick in the air. Her claws trembled as she scooped Sonic’s racing medal off the floor—the tin cool against her palm. "What have I done?" she murmured to the empty room, wiping streaks of Scourge’s release from her muzzle with the back of her hand.

She stands up and puts her robe back on and stands to look presentable. She decides to get a broom and clean up the mess she made. Bernadette padded barefoot to the hall closet. The broom handle felt alien in her grip—too domestic, too "normal". As she swept ceramic shards into a dustpan, a jagged piece caught the moonlight, reflecting her fractured expression.

"Bernie...you're still up?" She heard a robotic voice call her from the doorway. "Are you still waiting for our son, you shouldn't worry too much." His robotic sees the broken glass on the floor. Bernadette was surprised to see her husband up, usually the sleep schedule in his  robotic system is always schedule for 8 hours. "H-Honey...what are you doing up?" Bernadette asked.

Jules' optical sensors flickered dimly. "Power surge woke me," he said, his voice grinding like gears in need of oil. He gestured at the shattered lamp. "Did Sonic knock that over again?" Bernadette clutched the broom tighter, knuckles whitening beneath her fur. "Just... clumsy," she mumbled, sweeping faster. "Go back to sleep, dear."

"By the way when I woke up I could've sworn I heard voices earlier. You look nervous, who were you talking to?" he asked. With a warm smile she replied. "Oh, just... myself." Bernadette forced a laugh, brittle as dried twigs. "You know how I get when Sonic's late." Jules' metal joints whirred as he shuffled closer, stepping over the damp spot near the window. "You're shaking," he noted, reaching out a cold, clawed hand. Bernadette flinched away. "Just tired," she lied, smelling Scourge's musk still clinging to her robe.