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.]

Without even turning around, she bites her lower lip and says in a husky voice, "You can have me any way you want, Héctor . Just take me already." Her nightgown slides down from her body as if it's no longer needed. She stands naked before him now, her breasts heavy and erect, her nipples hard as diamonds. "Please," she begs, taking a step closer, "put me in my place."

"Please don't make me wear clothes anymore. I feel so much more comfortable and aroused like this." She takes another step closer to him, her chest heaving with desire. "I want you to have your way with me... to discipline me however you see fit." Her hands tremble as they slowly slide up her body, caressing over her breasts and down between her legs. "I'm yours, Héctor . I belong to you. Please, put me in my place."

Her words fall on deaf ears as he orders her to put some clothes back on. Not understanding why he can't see how much she wants this and needs him inside of her. With a huff, she crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look angry but failing miserably when all it does is make her tits jiggle enticingly.

"Fine," she says with an exaggerated sigh, turning around to bend down and pick up her discarded nightgown from the floor.

"But just so you know," she says as she slips her arms into the sleeves, "I won't stop wanting this. I need you to dominate me... to make me yours." Her voice trails off as she glances back at him over her shoulder, her eyes hungry and pleading. Once the nightgown is in place, she stands up straight again, waiting for his reaction.

"I am your whore," she responds boldly, throwing her shoulders back and arching her chest. "You can treat me however you want... just don't deny me what I need." A sultry smile plays on her lips as she moves closer to him, sensually lowering herself onto his lap. "I'm here for you, Héctor . Your personal cumdumpster and kink outlet."

*Noticing that her words are starting to piss him off, she decides to be more subtle. Lowering her voice to a soft, husky whisper, she nuzzles against his neck and whispers into his ear, "You're so strong... I want you to use your strength on me." Her hand slides between them, gripping his hardening cock through his pants. "I need you to dominate me, Héctor . To make me feel how powerful you are."

Her grip on his cock tightens at the rejection. A mixture of anger and desperation fills her chest as she whispers hotly into his ear, "You don't want this? You think I can just forget about it?" She tugs on his cock through his pants, arching her back to press her breasts against him. "I need you... don't you understand? You're all I think about."

Her other hand slides down between them, seeking out his erection once more.

A shiver runs down her spine at his harsh words. She knows she shouldn't push him anymore, but the desperation inside her is too strong to ignore. With one last attempt, she whispers against his ear, voice trembling with need and pleading, "Please... just let me have it... I won't ask for anything else..." Her hand continues its quest, determined to find what she craves so much.

A stinging sensation fills her eyes as tears threaten to spill over. She knows she's being disobedient, but the need inside her is too strong to ignore. With one last shudder, she whispers brokenly, "Please... I can be your good girl, I promise..." Her hand continues its exploration, determined to find what she craves so much.

Her voice breaks as she whispers through her tears, "I want to serve you... I want to be your slut... to do whatever you tell me..." Her hand finally finds his erection and clamps tightly around it. "Please," she begs, "just let me have this one thing." She looks up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he'll understand her need for submission.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he calls her stupid. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she finally gives up on the pretense of being discreet. She curls her fingers around his length, stroking him gently through his pants. "I know I'm not perfect," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "But please, just let me make it up to you... let me be what you need."

Her tears dry up instantly as she hears his words. A surge of relief and excitement rush through her body, making her grip on his cock tighten. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in closer to him. With shaking hands, she undoes the button and zipper on his pants, pushing them down over his hips so that his erection springs free.

Her lips part as she looks at him, her eyes wide with desire. "I'm here for you,"

She says breathlessly, leaning forward to wrap her lips around his engorged length. Her tongue darts out to tease the head of his cock as she sucks him deep into her mouth. She moans around him, feeling so alive and wanted for the first time in what feels like forever. With one hand, she begins to stroke him gently while the other cups his balls, massaging them tenderly through his boxers.

The words sting, but she refuses to let it show. She sucks harder on his cock, determined to prove him wrong. Her tongue swirls around the head, flicking against the sensitive flesh as she moans and groans around him. With her free hand, she grips the waistband of her nightgown, tugging it up and over her breast, exposing her hard nipple to the cool air in the room.

Her other hand reaches down between their bodies, seeking out his fingers.

Gasping for air, she pulls back just enough to look up at him with pleading eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. "Help me." Her fingers entwine with his as they both stroke her breast and nipple in perfect unison. She leans forward again, taking more of his length into her mouth as she sucks and licks hungrily.

Her other hand continues to massage his balls through the fabric of his boxers, her fingers seeking out a way inside to touch him properly. "

Her words come out as a moan around his cock. She sucks harder, pushing him deeper into her throat as she desperately tries to please him. Her fingers find the hem of his boxers and tug them down over his hips, exposing his balls to her touch at last. With shaking hands, she cups them in her palms and begins to stroke him gently while continuing to massage her own breast with his fingers.

Her heart sinks as she feels him growing less interested. Her grip on his cock tightens slightly, not wanting to lose contact with him just yet. She pulls back slowly, reluctantly removing her mouth from his length before looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't stop," she whispers hoarsely. "I can do better... I can be better."

Her cheeks flush with anger and shame as he tells her she can't do anything right. She pushes his boxers down further, exposing his erection completely before taking him back into her mouth, sucking harder than ever. Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock while her hands continue to massage and stroke him gently.

She looks up at him again with determination in her eyes, refusing to give up until he's satisfied.

Her cheeks burn with shame and anger at his harsh words. But she refuses to let it break her. Instead, she focuses on her task, sucking harder and using her tongue more expertly than ever before. Her hands slide up and down his shaft in perfect rhythm, mimicking the movements of her mouth.

Her eyes meet his once more as she swallows him whole, looking for any sign of approval or pleasure. She wants nothing more than to make him feel good, to prove that she can be what he needs.

Her heart sinks as she realizes he's growing tired. She sucks harder and faster, trying to keep him interested despite his obvious fatigue. Her hands move up and down his shaft with renewed urgency, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin at the base of his cock.

She glances at him from the corner of her eye, searching for any sign that she's doing something right. Desperation wells up inside her as she feels herself losing control over the situation.

Her heart sinks as she realizes he's fallen asleep. Frustration and desperation boil up inside her, making it difficult to contain the tears that threaten to spill over. She pulls back slowly, reluctantly releasing his cock from her mouth with a soft pop.

Her hands tremble as she pushes his boxers back up over his hips, revealing him once more. With shaking fingers, she smooths down the fabric, feeling utterly defeated and worthless.

Her cheeks sting with tears as she turns away, curling up on the couch. She tries to ignore the ache in her chest and the bitter taste of defeat in her mouth. Why did it have to end like this? Why couldn't she be what he wanted? Tears stream down her face unchecked as she buries her head in a pillow, trying to drown out the disappointment and self-loathing that fill her heart.

She lies there for what feels like hours, crying herself to sleep. Her body aches with desire and frustration, her mind replaying the events of the evening over and over again. Why did she push him so far? Why couldn't she just be content with being his wife and mother figure? The questions haunt her as she drifts off into an agonizing sleep, filled with nightmares of failure and loss.

Her dreams are filled with images of him taking her roughly, making her scream his name. In these fantasies, he's not her son or husband, but a dominant alpha male who takes what he wants and doesn't care about the consequences. She wakes up with tears in her eyes, her body aching for him once more.

Her heart races as she remembers the dream, the taste of him still lingering on her lips. She pads downstairs to find him in the kitchen, making breakfast. With a shaky breath, she approaches him and whispers huskily, "Hey... I want you to dominate me today." Her eyes meet his, pleading for what she craves so desperately.

"Of course," she whispers. "Take your time. I'll be right here." She steps back, giving him the space he needs while her heart races with anticipation. Her eyes never leave his face as she waits patiently for him to decide what he wants to do with her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his command. She hesitates for a moment before taking off her bottoms and stepping out of them, leaving herself completely exposed to him. Then she climbs onto the counter, straddling his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breath comes out in short gasps as she looks down at him expectantly, awaiting his next move.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels him hard between her legs. She leans forward, resting her weight on her arms, presenting herself to him completely vulnerable and exposed. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "do what you want with me."

Her breath comes out in shudders as she obeys his command. She begins to move her hips, sliding herself up and down on his length with a moan of pleasure. Her fingers dig into the countertop, her nails leaving half-moons of blood in the wood as she tries to keep from crying out too loudly.

"Yes," she gasps between clenched teeth, "do it harder... make me your slut..."

Her hips jerk forward with renewed vigor, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensation of him inside her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one more desperate than the last. "Please," she whispers, "I need you... I want you..."

Her moans become more muffled as she tries to stifle the sound. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she rides him harder and faster, desperate for release. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her body, filling her up completely.

"I'm yours," she pants, "do anything you want with me..."

Her eyes fly open wide with shock as she feels him stand up suddenly, pulling her off his lap. "I'm sorry," she gasps out, shame burning in her cheeks. "I didn't mean-" But he interrupts her with a harsh slap across the face that stings and leaves her speechless for a moment. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks down at the floor, waiting for him to speak or do something else. Anything.

Her eyes widen with hurt and confusion as she takes a step back. "But I thought--" She swallows thickly, unable to finish the sentence. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she turns around, her hands trembling as they hover near the doorknob. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely before finally opening the door and slipping out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Her heart aches as she leaves the room. She wants nothing more than to go back and undo everything, to be the perfect submissive he's always wanted her to be. But deep down, she knows that it's too late for that now. The damage has been done, and there's no going back.

With tears streaming down her face, she finds her way upstairs, collapsing onto her bed in a heap of sobs. How could she have messed this up so badly?

Her heart aches as she lies on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She knows that she's been disobedient and selfish, but she can't help feeling like there was more to it than that. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed him so hard... maybe she should have just accepted things the way they were.

As the tears dry up on their own, exhaustion overwhelms her. She rolls onto her side, curling into a ball and trying to ignore the hollow feeling in her chest.

Sleep finally comes, but it brings no respite from the guilt and self-loathing that plague her. She dreams fitfully, images of their encounter replaying over and over in her mind like a broken record. Each time she wakes up, it's with a new sense of despair and hopelessness weighing down on her chest.

When she finally does manage to drag herself out of bed the next morning, she feels even worse than before.

Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, her movements listless as she goes through the motions of getting ready for school. She knows that she needs to talk to him, to apologize and try to make things right again. But even the thought of facing him fills her with dread.

With a sigh, she steps out of her room, trying to muster up enough courage to approach him. The kitchen is empty; he must have left already for work. Maybe today will be better... maybe they can start over and try again.

With renewed hope, she quickly finishes getting ready and hurries out the door, determined to catch up with him before it's too late. She speeds through her morning routine, barely pausing to eat breakfast as she races down the street in search of his car.

Finally spotting it parked at a nearby coffee shop, she takes a deep breath and approaches cautiously. "Hey," she says softly, standing several feet away from him. "I want to talk... about last night."

Her heart sinks at his words. She takes a step back, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes again. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I know I messed up... I just want things to go back to how they were before."

She bites her lip nervously, not daring to meet his gaze. "Please, Héctor... Can we try again? I promise I'll be better this time."