Her heart soars as he finally agrees to her request. She bites her lip to stifle a moan of anticipation, unable to contain her excitement any longer. With shaking hands, she reaches up and tugs gently at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His muscular chest is now exposed before her, making it difficult for her to breathe properly.

"Now," she whispers huskily, running her hands up his strong arms, "

It's your turn now. Show me what you want me to do.

Her body tenses in frustration as you pull out again. "No... please don't stop..." Her hips buck violently against your withdrawal, searching for any remaining contact with you. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and saliva that coat her skin. "I want it... need it..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further in desperation.

Her body trembles with relief and desire as you thrust inside her again. "Yes..." she moans, arching her back to meet your movements. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, searching for purchase as she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She doesn't care about anything else anymore; all that matters is this moment with you, feeling you inside her... filling her up and claiming what is rightfully yours.

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.