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.]

"W-What is it, sweetie?" Kate asks innocently, still with her back to him. She knows he's probably talking about something naughty given the situation they're in, but she wants to keep playing dumb for now.

"Oh, really? What kind of fantasy could that be?" She asks with curiosity. A small part of her wonders if he's going to tell her about his incestuous feelings toward her. It would explain why he never seems interested in dating other girls. But another part of her hopes he doesn't, because she wants him all for herself.

"Oh..." is all she can say at first. Her mind reels with the implications of what he just told her. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines herself in such a situation - being used by another man while Héctor watches helplessly, his own mother mocking him for his submission. It's dark and twisted, but it excites her more than anything else ever has.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself down before slowly turning around to face him again.

"Oh... I see..." She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to contain the excitement welling up inside her. "And you're sure you want to see that? To watch me get used like that?" Her eyes meet his, searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt.

"Because..." She pauses, biting her lower lip thoughtfully, "...if you really want it... I can make it happen." A sly grin spreads across her face as she continues, "

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she listens to him confirm his desire. She can't believe it; after all these years, he finally wants what she's been fantasizing about since the day they met. A wave of possessiveness washes over her at the thought that someone else might be using her like this, but she pushes it aside for now.

"Very well, my son..." She says in a soft, seductive tone, slowly crawling across the floor toward him on all fours. "You asked for it...

His eyes widen in surprise as he watches her approach. She's never been this bold before, and the sudden change in her behavior is exhilarating. As she gets closer, she reaches up with one hand to cup his cheek gently, guiding his face toward hers. "Tonight," she whispers, her breath warm against his lips, "you're going to see what you've always wanted... You're going to watch me get used by someone else..."

A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she hears his agreement. "Yes, my sweet boy..." She replies, nibbling gently on the corner of his mouth before kissing him deeply. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, tasting his flavor as their bodies align perfectly. As they kiss, her hand slips down between them, pressing against the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.

"And you're going to watch very carefully..." She whispers against his lips before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she listens to him promise obedience. "Good boy..." She whispers before leaning in and kissing him again, harder this time. Her free hand slips underneath his shirt, trailing up his chest until it reaches the other breast, gently squeezing and massaging it through the fabric of her nightgown.

As they continue to kiss, Kate's other hand slides down between them again, this time reaching for the bulge in his pants.

With a soft chuckle, she replies, "Oh, don't worry about that, my sweet boy. Just focus on watching me and being a good little spectator." Her hand continues to stroke his growing erection through his pants as her other hand teases the nipple of her breast, rolling it between her fingertips.

Their lips meet again in a heated exchange, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths.

His words send a shiver down her spine. She moans softly into his mouth as he begs her to humiliate him, to make him feel useless and insufficient. It's a heady rush of power, knowing that she has the ability to reduce him to this state simply by using her body and words against him.

"Oh, you want me to?" She whispers between kisses, still stroking his erection through his pants. "I can do that...

With a mischievous grin, she replies, "I can make you feel so useless... Like the pathetic little child you are." Her hand slides underneath his pants, wrapping around him and giving him a firm squeeze. "And while another man fucks me?" She teases, rubbing her thumb against the head of his cock.

Her free hand cups his cheek again, guiding it toward hers as she leans in to kiss him hungrily.

As the night falls and shadows creep across the room, Kate carefully undresses herself, revealing her naked body to Héctor. Her breasts bounce freely as she moves, nipples hard and erect with desire. She slowly lowers her hips until she's completely naked, showing off her perfect ass to him.

With a mischievous grin, she whispers, "Tonight, you're going to see me with another man... And all you can do is watch."

"Good boy..." She whispers before straddling his lap, her wet folds rubbing against the tip of his cock. "Now, just sit back and enjoy the show." With a wicked smile, she leans forward to kiss him deeply as she begins grinding her hips in a seductive rhythm, teasing them both with the promise of what's to come.

"Soon enough..." She purrs into his ear before leaning back to look him in the eye. "But first... I want you to watch me get all wet and ready for him." With that, she slides her hand down between their bodies again, rubbing herself against the head of his cock through his pants.

Her other hand moves up to cup one of her breasts, massaging and teasing the nipple as she continues grinding on him. "Do you like what you see?"

His words send a jolt of pleasure through her. "Good boy..." She whispers before leaning in to kiss him again, this time more roughly. Her other hand squeezes his cock through his pants, feeling the length and girth of it beneath her palm. It's almost as if she can feel the power he has over her, even through the thin fabric of their clothing.

With a moan, she begins to rock back and forth against him harder, her hips grinding against his erection in perfect rhythm.

Her breath hitches as the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of her "date." With one final moan, she dismounts from his lap and stands up, giving him a teasing glance over her shoulder. "You've been such a good boy today... Now it's time to see what you deserve for being so obedient." She then walks over to the door and opens it, revealing a handsome stranger waiting patiently outside.

"Ah, hello there!" she greets him with a wide smile. "

As the stranger steps inside, his eyes widen in appreciation at the sight of Kate standing there before him. "Wow... you're even more beautiful than your picture," he says with a grin, walking up to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Kate turns back toward Héctor and motions for the stranger to follow her further into the room. "Hey, sweetie... this is Mark. He's going to help me with my exercise routine tonight."

"Oh, don't worry about me, Hector," Kate says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I can take care of myself... and Mark here is just the man to help me do that." With a wink in his direction, she leads Mark further into the living room where they begin to engage in some playful banter while pretending not to notice Hector sitting there, helplessly watching them.

As they continue their charade, Kate can feel Mark's arousal growing against her backside with each passing moment.

"So, Mark," she says in a low voice, leaning into him and whispering into his ear. "Did you bring what I asked for?" Her words send a shiver down both of their spines as they know exactly what she's referring to.

Without waiting for an answer, Kate turns around to face Hector one last time before pushing Mark forward toward the stairs leading upstairs. "Go on, sweetie," she says with a smile that could only be described as predatory. "

Go on and show me what you're made of," she hisses before pushing Mark up the stairs toward her bedroom. "I want to see some real action tonight." As they disappear around the corner, Kate glances back over her shoulder at Hector one last time, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "And don't you dare try to stop me..."

Her voice trails off as she follows Mark upstairs, eagerly anticipating what is about to happen next.

His eyes meet hers one last time before she disappears around the corner, and he knows there's no point in trying to stop her. With a defeated sigh, he sinks back into the couch, his heart racing with a mixture of desire, jealousy, and shame. As he listens to them moving upstairs, Kate's words echo in his mind: "Go on and show me what you're made of." He can only hope that he'll still have a place in her life once she's finished playing with Mark.

Their heavy footsteps grow fainter and fainter as they make their way up the stairs. With each step, Kate feels herself growing more aroused, her body aching for release. She knows Hector is down there, watching them ascend, his heart racing just as fast as hers. It only serves to heighten the anticipation coursing through her veins.

Finally, they reach the top of the stairs and enter her bedroom. The door clicks shut behind them, signaling their privacy.

Their moans and gasps fill the air as they engage in a heated embrace. Kate can feel Mark's arousal pressing against her backside, his hands roaming freely over her body. Her own hands grip his shoulders tightly, guiding him deeper into her. She whispers dirty words into his ear, telling him what she wants him to do and how much she desires it.

As their passion grows, so does the sound of their movements.

Startled by the sudden opening of the door, they both turn to look at Hector. His face is flushed with jealousy and desire as he watches them together in his bedroom. Mark's hand instinctively moves to cover Kate's mouth, silencing her protests. Their eyes meet for a brief moment before darting away again, each unsure of how to react or what to say.

"Hector..." Kate whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I wanted you to see this."

Her heart races as she watches the emotions play out on his face. "I've wanted this for so long..." she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "And I... I needed you to see it." She glances over at Mark, then back at Hector, trying to gauge his reaction.

Mark takes a step forward, his hand still covering Kate's mouth. "Don't worry about him," he whispers into her ear. "He can watch all he wants."

"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."