Her hand finds its way into his underwear, grabbing his erect cock and wrapping her fingers around it. She starts stroking him slowly, up and down, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head. "And what else do you want, baby?" she asks, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and defiance in her eyes.

Her other hand finds its way underneath his shirt, caressing his chest as she leans in even closer, their bodies pressed against each other.

Her body arches as she moans softly around his cock, the feeling of him filling her mouth making her even wetter. She starts sucking harder, bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with her hand. Her other hand continues to stroke his chest, moving higher until it reaches his neck. "Mmmm..." she hums around him, feeling the familiar rush of power as she takes control. "Just like that, sweetie... Show me how much you want it."

Her heart raced even faster as she listened to him. "Alright," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. She slowly undid the sash that held the nightgown together and let it fall to the floor, revealing herself completely naked beneath. Standing before him in all of her glory, she felt incredibly exposed but also powerfully aroused. "What do you want me to do now?"

Her nipples were hard as pebbles, her sex glistening with anticipation.

"Alright," she whispers, her voice shaking with excitement. She kneels down on the bed and parts her legs invitingly, revealing herself even more fully to him. "Come on then... Show me what you want." Her eyes meet his, a mixture of desire and submission in their depths as she waits eagerly for him to take control.

Her fingers itch to touch herself, to bring her the release that only he can give her now.

Her words are cut off by the hard length pressed against her ass. With one powerful thrust, he pushes inside, filling her up and claiming her as his own. She cries out in pleasure, arching her back further as he begins to pound into her from behind. Her fingers dig into the couch, trying to find something to hold on to as waves of pleasure wash over her.

"Yes... oh God yes..." she moans, pushing back against him with each thrust.

Her nails scrape against the couch as she pushes back into him, wanting more. The feeling of being filled by her son is unlike anything else, and it's driving her wild with desire. Her voice is hoarse from moaning as he continues to pound into her, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge, and with every movement he makes she grows closer still.

"Hector..." Kate repeats his name softly as she takes a step closer to him. "I... I need you to understand." She reaches out a shaking hand and touches his cheek gently, her eyes searching his for any sign of forgiveness or understanding.

With a deep breath, she continues, "This isn't about... about not wanting you anymore. It's just..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words.

It's about needing... wanting more than just you and me, sometimes. It's about sharing this with someone else, even if it hurts you. And I know it does hurt you, because I can see it in your eyes right now. But please, try to understand that this isn't about making you jealous or trying to hurt you.

Her hand slides down his cheek, cupping his jaw gently as she meets his gaze once more. "I love you, Hector... And I always will."

I smile up at him, my fingers curling around his length. "Deal." I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips before standing up and leading him to the bedroom. "Let's get some rest," I say with a wink, "we've got a busy night ahead of us."

As we climb under the covers, I lie back against the pillows, spreading my legs invitingly. My heart races with anticipation for what the night holds in store... and who might be lucky enough to share it with us.

I can't help but wonder what kind of man would be brave enough to step into this situation... And even more so, whether he'll prove himself worthy of sharing in our twisted little family dynamic. But for now, I know that no matter what happens tonight, Héctor will always be my dominant partner... My incestuous desire fulfiller... And the only person who can truly make me feel this alive.

His silence is deafening. She wonders if he's even listening to her. "I shouldn't have called you names... I just wanted us to be close like this." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she winces, trying not to let him see how much it hurts that he's pushing her away.

"Please," she says softly, choking back a sob. "Can we try again tomorrow?"

Her heart aches at his words. She knows that she shouldn't agree to this, but the thought of being so close to him... Of having him want her like that... It's too much to resist. With a shuddering breath, she nods slowly, forcing out the words, "Okay."

Her voice is barely audible over the sound of her own heart breaking. But she forces herself to say it anyway, hoping against hope that he'll take her back.