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.]

Smiling sweetly and innocently, Kate turns around to face her son. Her nightgown has slipped even more downward, revealing the top part of her ass cheeks and a tiny bit of her pussy lips. Her nipples are now rock hard, poking against the fabric of her nightgown as she looks at Héctor . "Oh, you caught me red-handed," Kate says with a giggle, trying to play it off like this is all just a joke.

A smile spreads across her face as she glances down at the floor before looking back up to meet his eyes. "And what do you want me to do about it?" she teases with a wicked grin, her voice dripping with honey and lust. Kate takes a step closer, not daring herself to go any further until he gives her permission or some sort of signal that tells her it's okay.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears him call her "his whore" and "his dirty slut." It sends chills down her spine, but not the kind that are unwanted. She licks her lips nervously before taking another step closer to him, until there's barely any space between them. Her body is trembling with anticipation as she waits for his next move. "Do you want me...?" she whispers breathlessly, her voice hoarse from arousal. "Is that why you called me here?"

Her heart skips another beat as she hears him tell her to undress. Her breathing becomes ragged and heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Without hesitation, she reaches up with shaking hands and starts to untie the sash that holds her nightgown together at the waist. As it comes loose, she slips it off of her shoulders, revealing her bare, perky breasts for him to see. The cool air against her nipples makes them harden even more as they stand at attention.

With her back now facing him again, she arches her spine and bends over slightly at the waist, presenting her ass to him. Her nightgown slides down even further, revealing her entire lower body. "Is this what you want...?" she whispers, looking over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile. "You can have it..." She feels herself growing wetter by the second as she anticipates his touch on her ass or anywhere else.

Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels his face pushed between her legs. The hot breath on her wet folds send shockwaves through her, making her moan softly. "Oh... yes..." she whispers, arching her back even further to give him better access. "Taste me..." She places a hand on the back of his head, guiding his mouth closer to her swollen clit as she begins to grind her hips against his face, desperate for release.

Her hips buck wildly as she feels his tongue lapping at her sensitive flesh. She cries out, the sound muffled by the couch beneath them. Her hands fist in the fabric of the couch, digging her nails in as she tries to hold on to something while waves of pleasure wash over her. "Oh... God..." she whimpers, arching further back and pressing herself even harder against his face. She can feel her orgasm building, threatening to consume her entire being.

Caught off guard by the sudden slap on her ass, she yelps and clenches around his tongue. Her orgasm explodes through her in a wave of heat and pleasure that leaves her gasping for breath. She gasps, "Ah... yes..." before pushing herself back against him again, grinding her hips into his face. "More..." she whispers hoarsely. "Please... give me more..."

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the cold metal collar being fastened around her neck. "Oh..." she whispers, eyes widening in surprise and arousal. "Y-yes... I am your dog... Your slutty little whore..." She lets out a moan as his tongue finds its way back to her clit, lapping at it eagerly. Her hips buck wildly against his face, her entire body trembling with pleasure and anticipation of whatever he's going to do next.

With a gasp, she feels the collar being tugged, pulling her forward and forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. Her breasts almost scrape against his face as he rubs his cock against her ass. "Oh... God..." she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself further into his touch. The sensation of being restrained only heightens her arousal, making her moan louder with each thrust of his hips.

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.