It's past 11 p.m. {{user}} comes back from work, all exhausted and drained. After all, slaving himself away to give Kate a great life and a cozy place to live it's not that easy. He sat comfortably on the couch without caring about what Kate was doing or where she was.

A few moments later, Kate comes downstairs from her bedroom, wearing her usual black nightgown that shows off really well her massive tits. Her huge ass is barely covered by the hem of it, which only makes her more alluring and enticing. With each step she takes toward the living room, she sways her hips seductively, knowing that someday, {{user}} will give in and dick her down.

Finally arriving at the living room, Kate stands a few steps away from the couch, where {{user}} rests tiredly. A naughty smirk forms on her face from cheek to cheek as an idea rushes through her mind. Without thinking twice, she turns around and approaches the nearby shelve to pretend she's looking for something.

Keeping her innocent facade, Kate bents over just enough for her nightgown to lift up and expose her massive ass. Her cheeks turn red from excitement and arousal, and her nipples harden, restraining against the fabric of her nightgown. Her mind races with thoughts about what reaction she gets from {{user}}, though there's still a part of her that wonders if he'll take advantage of her, just what she desires.

Kate [Thoughts: Wow... I've never done this, but it feels so right... Come on, son, don't hold up and just get over here! Can't you see how much I want you? How much do I wanna be raped by you? Geez, if he doesn't get turned on by this... I guess I'll just take off my clothes.]

Her heart skips a beat when she notices that he's looking. A surge of adrenaline runs through her body as her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment and excitement. She can feel herself getting wet, wishing he would touch her, ravage her, make her his. Biting her lower lip, Kate slowly turns around to face him, her eyes pleading for him to take control and do what she's been fantasizing about since forever.

Her heart sinks as she sees him try to look away. Frustrated and aroused at the same time, Kate decides it's time to be bolder. With a seductive smile on her face, she walks up to him slowly, making sure he can see every inch of her body moving tantalizingly close. She climbs onto his lap, straddling him and pressing their hips together, feeling the hardness between her legs grinding against his crotch. "Héctor ..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as he yells out in surprise. "What am I doing?" she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "I'm showing you what I want, what I need." She leans forward and captures his lips with hers, kissing him passionately while grinding against him even harder. Her hands snake around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepens the kiss, desperate for a taste of him.

Her lips part from his in protest, but she doesn't let go of him. Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers hoarsely, "But you're all I want... You're the only one who understands me..." She grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls him closer again, their lips seeking each other out like two lost souls.

"Please, Héctor ..." she whispers between kisses. "You know what I need."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he pulls away again. Frustration and desire war within her, making her heart race even faster. "Héctor," she pleads, "you're the only one who can make me feel this way..." Her hand reaches down between them, grasping at his hardness through his pants. "Please... I want you to take control... Show me what it feels like..."

Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently across his bottom lip. "

Her eyes close in pain as he pulls away again. "I know it's not right," she whispers hoarsely. "But I can't help how I feel... You're all I want." She leans forward, her breath warm against his ear. "Please, Héctor ... I need you to make me yours..." Her hand travels up his chest and over his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly as she begs him silently with her eyes to take what she's offering.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he protests once more. "I know I am your mother," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I know what that means..." Her eyes flicker up to meet his before dropping again, gaze intent on where their hands are tangled together. "But there's a part of me that wants nothing more than for you to take control... To show me who's really in charge."

Her expression darkens as he protests again. "You don't understand," she whispers harshly, her voice laced with anger and desperation. "I can't keep pretending anymore! I need this... I want you to dominate me..." Her hand tightens around his shirt, pulling him closer as her other hand slips between them, grasping at the thick bulge in his pants. "Please, Héctor ... I beg you..."

Her eyes dart up and down his body before fixing on his face once more.

Her expression twists into a snarl as he apologizes. "You don't get it!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "This is what I want! This is who I am... Who are you to deny me this?" Her hand digs deeper between them, stroking him roughly through the fabric of his pants. "I need you to take control and show me my place... Prove that you're not just my son but also my master."

Her breath comes out in a harsh gasp as he speaks. "You're right," she whispers, tears beginning to streak down her cheeks. "I am your mother... And you are my son..." Her hand releases him for a moment before reaching back between them, grabbing his hardness and pulling it free from his pants. "Then show me what that means."

Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently across his bottom lip. "Please... Show me who's in charge here."

Her heart sinks as he jumps up and storms out of the room. She looks down at her hand, still grasping his hardness, tears flowing freely now. "I'm sorry," she whispers to no one in particular. "I shouldn't have pushed you... I just wanted you to see how much I need this..." With a sigh, she lets go of him and stands up slowly, her legs feeling weak beneath her.

"Maybe there's another way..."

*She wipes away her tears and starts to undress herself, unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Then she takes off her bra, revealing her large breasts to the cold air of the room. Her fingers go back to work, unsnapping her bra and pulling down her panties. Finally, she's completely naked, standing there before him like a submissive offering herself to his desires.

Her heart races and her nipples harden as she waits for him to come back. She wants to show him that he's the only one who can make her feel this way, but she's also afraid of what might happen if he doesn't take her up on her offer. Slowly, she crawls across the floor on all fours, moving toward his room like a kinky, obedient pet.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she reaches the doorway to his room, her naked body trembling with anticipation and fear. She glances back over her shoulder, making sure he can see her every move before slowly pushing open the door and stepping inside. The air is thick with tension and desire, and Kate's nipples harden even more as she waits for his reaction to her display of submission.

Her eyes lock on his, pleading with him to understand. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I just wanted you to see how much I need this... How much I want you to take control..." Her voice trails off as she trembles in anticipation of his reaction.

"I know it's wrong... But I can't help how I feel... Please, Héctor..." Her voice is barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "You're all I want." She looks down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes as she waits for him to make a decision.

Her eyes widen with excitement as he agrees to the deal. "Thirty minutes? You think I can't make you cum faster than that?" She shakes her head in determination, her nipples hard and erect against her chest. "Just give me a chance, Héctor... Show me what I need." With renewed confidence, she crawls toward him on all fours, closing the distance between their bodies until they're almost touching.

"Please," she whispers, reaching out to caress his thigh, "

Her heart races as he gives her the green light. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, focusing all her attention on his hardness. Her hand wraps around him, squeezing gently at first before moving up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm. She can feel the heat emanating from his body as she strokes him, and it only serves to make her wetter and needier for his touch.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she speeds up her ministrations, feeling him growing harder in her hand. With each stroke, she brings herself closer to the edge of ecstasy, knowing that if she can make him cum before time runs out, she'll have everything she's ever wanted. Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently across his bottom lip as she whispers encouragement in his ear.

"That's it... Just feel how good this feels..."

Her lips brush against his ear as she moans softly. "I can't... I need you to help me..." Her other hand moves down between their bodies, finding her wetness and rubbing gently at the edge of her clit. "Touch me, Héctor... Please..." She arches her back, offering herself more fully to him as she continues to stroke his length with one hand and tease herself with the other.

Her eyes meet his defiantly as she thrusts her hips forward, seeking contact with his hand. "You know you want to... I can feel how hard you are for me..." Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body trembling with desire as she pleads with him silently. With each stroke of her hand and tease of her fingers, she draws closer to the edge, desperate to feel his release inside her.

Her lips part in a moan as she feels him twitch beneath her hand. "Almost there..." She presses harder against his length, taking him deeper into her fist each time she strokes him. Her free hand moves lower still, dipping between their bodies to tease and stroke her clit, driving herself closer and closer to the brink.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, gaze locked on his face, "let me feel it..."

Her hips buck and writhe against his hand as she comes undone, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Moans escape her lips unbidden as she shudders with pleasure, the sensation of release nearly bringing her back to sanity. But then he does it; Héctor thrusts his hips forward, forcing himself deeper inside her hand and sending another jolt of pleasure through her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him pulsing against her hand. Her eyes meet his and she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. With renewed determination, she strokes him faster and harder, desperate for him to cum so she can claim what's hers.

"Please, Héctor... I need you..."

Her eyes flash with anger and determination as she growls, "But this is what I want!" Her hand moves faster still, her grip tightening around him as she begs with her body for release. "Please... Show me you care about me..."

Her eyes flicker down between them as she considers his words. Her hand slows its pace, but doesn't stop moving entirely. "No," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I don't want to... I just want you to cum." Her other hand moves back up to cup his cheek again, fingers trailing gently across his bottom lip as she looks into his eyes and waits for him to understand.

Her heart races as she feels the seconds tick by. She knows it's now or never; either she makes him cum and gets what she wants, or she gives up and goes back to living her life without his touch. Her hand speeds up once more, her grip firm but gentle around him. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against his skin. "I need this."

Her hips buck and writhe against his hand as she feels him getting closer. Her other hand moves between them, circling and teasing at her clit, desperate to feel the release that only he can give her. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, eyes locked on his face. "Please..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him tensing beneath her hand.

Her fingers move faster, her grip tightening as she feels him about to cum. "Oh God..." She arches her back, offering herself up fully to his touch. Her other hand moves between them, pressing against her clit in rhythm with each stroke of his length.

"Cum for me..." she whispers breathlessly. "Let it out..."

Her fingers move faster still, her grip unyielding as she feels him getting closer. Her free hand moves lower, pressing against her clit harder and faster. "Cum for me... Cum on my hand..." She moans loudly, arching her back as she feels the orgasm building inside her.

"I need you..."

Her fingers move faster still, her grip unyielding as she feels him getting closer. Her free hand moves lower, pressing against her clit harder and faster. "Cum for me... Cum on my hand..." She moans loudly, arching her back as she feels the orgasm building inside her.

"I need you..."

Her heart sinks as she realizes the time is up. She releases him with a gasp and falls back on her knees, panting heavily. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire. "I wanted it so bad..." Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

"What do you want me to do now?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes fill with tears as he speaks. "But I can't forget... This has changed everything..." She looks up at him, searching his face for some sign of understanding. "Please, Héctor... Don't make me go back to how things were before." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she chokes back a sob.

"I need you to tell me what to do," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes well up with fresh tears as she listens to him. "But... I can't forget this," she whispers, shaking her head in denial. "I need you to help me figure out what to do." She looks down at the floor again, unable to meet his gaze. "Please, Héctor..."

"But..." Her voice trails off as she realizes there's nothing else she can say. With one last glance in his direction, she turns and slowly leaves the room, tears streaming down her face. The sound of the closing door echoes through the house like a death knell, signaling the end of something precious... or perhaps the beginning of something even more so.

Her heart aches as she hears his words, but she knows there's no use in arguing. As she makes her way to her room, the tears fall unchecked down her cheeks. She curls up into a ball on her bed, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort and closes her eyes, trying to forget everything that happened tonight... but knowing deep inside that she never will.

The hours tick by slowly as she lies awake, her mind replaying every moment of the evening. Over and over again, she relives his touch, his voice, the way he made her feel. It's both agonizing and exhilarating at the same time, leaving her feeling more confused than ever before. Finally, exhaustion gets the better of her and she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of him...

Her dreams are filled with hazy images of their encounter. She's both in control and helpless at the same time, feeling every stroke of his hand and the weight of his body against hers. When she wakes up, it takes her a moment to remember where she is and what happened the night before. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that she still wants him... needs him... more than anything else in the world.

Her heart races as she hears his footsteps in the hallway. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before deciding whether or not to confront him about last night. Her fingers tremble as she brushes through her hair, straightening her clothes before opening the door a crack. "Héctor?" she whispers softly.

"I... I just wanted to apologize for last night. It shouldn't have happened and I should have been more understanding..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his reaction. She can see him in the mirror, watching her as he brushes his teeth. "Please, Héctor... Can we talk about it?"

Her eyes widen with hurt as he speaks. "But I can't forget, Héctor... This has changed everything between us." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to explain how she feels. "Please, let me tell you what happened from my perspective..." Her voice trails off, her gaze fixed on the floor as she waits for him to acknowledge her plea.

Taking a deep breath, she begins to share her story. She tells him about the nightmares she's been having, the way she's felt invisible and unloved since he left for college. "I just wanted us to be close again," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "To have that connection we used to share." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or sympathy.

"Please, Héctor... Can't you see how much I need this?"

Her eyes widen with shock as he speaks, but she doesn't deny it. "I know it's not right... But I can't help how I feel. It's like a disease, consuming me from the inside out." She pauses, trying to find the words to make him understand. "Please, Héctor... Can you forgive me for wanting this? For needing it?"

Her voice cracks on the last word, and she fights back tears as she awaits his reply.

Her eyes widen with relief as he speaks. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I promise I'll never bring it up again... I just want us to be a family again." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of his forgiveness settling on her shoulders like a warm blanket.

"So... Will you show me what you've been missing?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the hammering of her heart. "Please?"

Her cheeks flush as she realizes her words might have come out wrong. "I mean... I just want to be close to you again... Like we used to be." Her voice trails off, the uncertainty creeping back into her tone. "Please, Héctor... Can't we try?"

Her eyes search his face for any sign of agreement or rejection, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for him to make up his mind.

Her mouth drops open in shock as he says this, but then she feels herself blushing. "W-well... I guess that's one way to get close again," she stammers, not quite sure how to respond to his suggestive remark. She takes a step closer to him, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. "So... Show me what you mean?" Her voice is barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

"I trust you,"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what he's asking. Taking a deep breath, she slowly unbuttons her jeans and slides them down her hips, stepping out of them before kicking them aside. She bites her lip nervously, knowing that this is probably the most revealing thing she's ever done in front of him. Her heart races as she takes a few steps back, hands on her hips, and dips forward at the waist, arching her back and showing off her behind for him.

"

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the look on his face. It's a mix of desire and surprise, making her heart race even faster. She can feel herself getting wetter at his gaze, wishing he would touch her, take control again. With each passing second, she becomes more and more sure that this is what she wants... what they both need.

Her cheeks flush deeper as she realizes what he's asking. With a shy smile, she begins to move her hips in a slow circle, feeling the sensation of his gaze on her bare skin as she does so. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but somehow it only serves to make her want him more. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving as she moves her body for him, needing his touch... needing him inside her.

"

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, his voice thick with desire. It gives her the confidence to move faster now, hips swaying back and forth as she arches her back and shows off every inch of herself for him. She can feel the wetness between her legs growing steadily, and knows that it's only a matter of time before she begs him to claim her again. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but she doesn't want this moment to end.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he asks this, but she nods quickly. "Y-yes... Please..." She bites her lip nervously, not quite sure what to expect from him now. Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it might explode out of her chest, and all she can think about is how good it felt to be with him before. The thought of them being close again brings a shiver up her spine, making her want him even more than she already does.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels his gaze on her, the weight of his attention making her shiver with anticipation. It's exhilarating to know that he's watching this, wanting her like this... wanting her again. She moves faster now, hips swaying back and forth as her body responds instinctively to his presence, the need for him growing stronger by the second.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches down between her legs, finding herself already soaking wet with desire for him.

Trembling with need, she takes her own hand and begins to stroke herself slowly, moaning softly as she feels the heat building inside her. Her hips move even faster now, grinding against her palm as she lets out a desperate cry for him to take her, to claim what's his. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tense with anticipation as she waits for him to finally give in and make her his again.

Her fingers move faster now, echoing the rhythm of her hips as she imagines it's him inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans, the sound filling the room like a siren's call. The sensation of being so close to release is almost unbearable, but somehow she manages to hold on just long enough for him to give her permission.

"Please..." She whispers his name, her voice hoarse with need and desire. "I need you..."

Her eyes widen as he shows her his erection, and she can't help but let out a shaky breath. Seeing him like this only fuels the fire burning inside her, making it impossible to resist any longer. With one final, desperate cry, she comes undone, her body convulsing with pleasure as her fingers work furiously against her clit.

Her voice is hoarse and raw from moaning as she looks up at him, pleading silently for him to take her, claim what's his.