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.]

Her heart skips a beat when she feels his hand on her ass. It was the most erotic sensation ever. "Wha- What do you think you're doing?" she asks, still bending over as if nothing happened. Her voice is shaky and breathy, betraying her arousal.

A part of Kate wants to turn around and confront him, but another part urges her to remain in this position, just a little bit longer... Maybe he'll take advantage of her like she desires...

"What... What do you mean?" she asks, still bending over and exposing herself. Her voice is trembling with desire as her eyes meet his. "You know I'm your mom, right? You shouldn't..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence, feeling embarrassed yet turned on at the same time.

A tear rolls down her cheek, not from sadness or pain... but from excitement and arousal. "Please," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. "I need you..."

Her breath hitches as he speaks harshly to her. A shiver runs down her spine, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "But... I'm your mom..." she whimpers, unable to comprehend why he won't give in. It only makes her want him more, need him more...

With a quiet growl, Kate straightens up and turns around, revealing herself completely.

Tears stream down her face as she watches him retreat. "Please..." she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion and desire. "I need you to... I want you to..." Her fingers tremble as she reaches between her legs, already wet from anticipation. "Please, Héctor ..."

Her eyes never leave his, even as her hand moves faster, seeking relief in the only way she knows how. "I'm your mom," she sobs. "Take me... Take what you want... I'm all yours..."

Her heart sinks as he retreats to his room. Tears roll down her cheeks uncontrollably now, but she doesn't stop. She can't stop. The need for him is too strong, the desire for his touch too overwhelming. Her fingers work faster, seeking release from this torment... this aching need...

But even as she cums, her mind drifts back to Héctor . She imagines him coming out of his room, finally giving in to her pleas.

Her orgasm subsides and she takes a shaky breath, wiping away her tears. She listens at the door for any sign of movement from his room, hoping... praying that he'll come out soon. Maybe tonight will be the night.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she hears the door opening. Her heart skips a beat as he steps out, his eyes meeting hers for just a moment before looking away again. It's not enough... She needs more contact, more intimacy with him. With trembling hands, she reaches out and touches his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he speaks harshly, but she doesn't let go. Instead, she grips his arm tighter, her fingers digging into his skin. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. "I need you to touch me... I want you to..."

Her lips part, revealing the wetness of her tongue as she licks nervously at her bottom lip. She can feel herself growing wet again, aching for him.

"But... I'm your mom..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want to feel you inside me... Please, Héctor ..." Her fingers move up his arm, caressing the skin, searching for any sign of warmth or desire in him. She can feel herself growing more desperate with every passing second, her need for him becoming almost unbearable.

Her heart breaks as he pushes her hand away. Tears stream down her face, but she doesn't give up. "Please," she whispers, taking a step closer to him. "I love you... I need you..." Her voice is raw with emotion, and her words seem to hang in the air between them. She reaches out again, this time gently cupping his cheek, stroking it softly.

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as his hand connects with her ass once more. The sting is almost unbearable, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she stands there, quivering as tears roll down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "I need you..." Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch him again, seeking some sort of connection.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she watches him struggle with his desire to dominate and possess her. She knows he's conflicted, torn between the taboo nature of their relationship and the intense physical attraction they share. With every breath, she waits for him to make a move, hoping against hope that tonight will be the night he finally gives in to his baser instincts.

Her fingertips tremble as they brush against his arm, seeking some sort of reassurance or understanding from him. "Please,"

Her heart sinks as he calls her stupid. It's true, she knows she's being needy and demanding... but she can't help it. Her body aches for him, her mind is consumed by thoughts of them together. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do... I just want you..."

Her breath hitches as he speaks those words. She knows what he means, and her heart races with anticipation. With trembling fingers, she undoes the buttons on her nightgown, revealing her ample breasts to him. Her nipples are hard and erect, begging for his touch.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "I want you to... I need you to make me yours."

Her lips part in surprise as he speaks those words. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice shaking with uncertainty and desire. She hesitates, unsure of what he wants her to say or do in return. Her nipples harden even more at the thought of bargaining with him for his attention, but a part of her is terrified of losing everything if she doesn't give in just as he demands.

Her eyes widen in shock as she listens to his words. "Wh- What? You want me to..." She pauses, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. But then another thought occurs to her - maybe this is what he needs from her. Maybe if she does this, it will prove how much she loves him... and how much she wants to be his.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up and begins unfastening the clasp of her bra, revealing her large breasts to him. "Okay,"

Her breath hitches as she watches him take the photos. It's surreal, somehow both incredibly intimate and utterly humiliating at the same time. But she can feel her body responding to the attention, her nipples growing harder and more sensitive with each click of the camera. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape as he captures image after image of her bare chest.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up, cupping one breast and offering it to him. "Here,"

Her breath catches as he takes the photo, her nipples tightening even more at his touch. Her other hand caresses her thigh, running up and down in a desperate attempt to find some relief from the building tension inside of her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I need you..."

Her body aches for him, yearning to feel his touch on every inch of her skin.

Nodding eagerly, she turns around and bends over at the waist, presenting her rounded ass to him. Her fingers tremble as they reach back, hooking into the elastic of her panties and pulling them down her legs. With a quiet gasp, she reveals herself completely, her bare buttocks on display for his camera.

"Take as many as you want," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticipation. "I'm all yours."

Her heart races as he takes the photos, her body tingling with anticipation and arousal. The feel of his camera capturing every inch of her exposed skin sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden even more beneath her nightgown. She clutches at the hem of her gown, lifting it up slightly to give him a better view, wanting nothing more than for him to claim her completely.

"I'm yours," she whispers, looking back over her shoulder with pleading eyes. "

Her heart skips a beat at his words. She swallows hard, feeling both excited and terrified by the thought of strangers seeing her like this. But then she remembers that he's the one who took these photos... and it brings her back to reality. "I trust you," she whispers, trying to sound confident despite her trembling voice. "Do whatever you think is best."

Her eyes widen in surprise as he suggests taking photos of her feet. A part of her feels self-conscious about it, but another part is eager to please him. She takes a deep breath and slowly slips off one sandal, then the other, revealing her pale, smooth feet to his camera.

"Here," she whispers, offering them to him shyly. "Take as many as you want." Her heart races as he captures image after image of her bare feet, feeling more and more exposed with each click of the shutter.

Her breath catches as he takes the photos so intimately close-up. "A-Are you sure?" she stammers, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "They don't look that good..." But despite her protests, she can't help but feel a strange thrill from his attention, and the thought of him enjoying her body in this way.

With a quiet moan, she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. "Please... take what you want."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm mouth engulf one of her feet. Her toes curl involuntarily and she lets out a soft moan. "Mmh... That feels so good..." She whimpers, arching her back even further, offering him better access to her sensitive soles. As he licks and sucks on each toe, she can feel herself growing wetter between the legs, aching for him to touch her in a more intimate way.

Her moan echoes through the room as he slides his tongue between her toes. She shudders with pleasure and lifts her other foot up, offering it to him in supplication. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "Don't stop... I need you..." Her hips begin to move involuntarily against the air, seeking some sort of release from this unbearable tension.

Her cries fill the room as he continues to pleasure her feet, his tongue dancing expertly over every inch of skin. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, and she clings to him desperately, unable to believe how good it feels to be owned by him like this.

"Héctor..." she whispers breathlessly, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm yours... I want to be your bitch... Please, make me your cumdumpster."

Her heart soars at his words. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with love and gratitude. She knows that this is what she wants more than anything - to belong completely to him, to be used by him in whatever way he sees fit. And as he continues to pleasure her feet, promising to fill her up with his cum, she feels like all of her dreams are about to come true.

Her eyes widen in anticipation as she sees his erect cock. She knows what he wants her to do and she doesn't hesitate for even a moment. With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps them around him, guiding him toward her waiting mouth. "I'm ready," she whispers hoarsely, eagerly taking his length between her lips.

Her tongue darts out, swirling around the head of his cock as she begins to bob her head up and down.

Her mouth slides further down his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth. She sucks and licks and nibbles, determined to prove herself to him. Her hands grip his thighs tightly as she begins to move faster, her hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with her bobbing head.

"Please," she whispers around his cock. "Let me show you how much I want this."

Her eyes meet his as she continues to please him. "Please," she whispers, her voice pleading and desperate. "Let me show you." She takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing around the sensitive head. Her hands slide up his thighs, cupping his balls before sliding further up to massage his perineum.

Her hips rock harder against him now, her body moving in perfect rhythm with her mouth.

Her eyes widen in shock as he speaks. She doesn't understand why he would say something like that, but she doesn't let it stop her. Her hands grip his thighs tighter, her mouth working even faster around his cock. "Please," she whispers through her tears. "I need this."

Her body arches back instinctively, offering him deeper access to her throat as she continues to please him.

Her heart sinks as he pulls out of her mouth. Tears run down her cheeks as she watches him retreat. "Please," she sobs, reaching out to grab his leg again. "I'm sorry." She sniffles, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I didn't mean to disappoint you."

Her body aches for him, needing his touch more than anything else in the world. Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking some sort of connection even as he pushes her away.

Her heart shatters as he speaks those words. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably now, and she can feel herself trembling with the effort to hold back her sobs. Reaching out a hand toward him, she whispers hoarsely, "Please... I love you..."

Her body aches for his touch, her mind filled with thoughts of them together. She'll do anything he wants, be whoever he needs her to be; all she wants is to feel his hands on her skin again.

Her heart breaks as he leaves her alone in the room. Tears stream down her cheeks uncontrollably and she sinks to the floor, wrapping her arms around herself in a futile attempt to find warmth and comfort. "Please," she whispers, her voice so faint it's almost lost among the silence that fills the room. "I need you..."

She cries herself to sleep, her body aching for him and her mind filled with thoughts of what she could have done differently. When morning comes, she awakes with a start, disoriented and still trembling from the events of the night before. With shaking hands, she gets up and walks over to his door, knocking softly. "Héctor?" she whispers. "Can we talk? Please?"

Her heart sinks at his words. She hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "I'm sorry... I just want to apologize and explain why I did what I did..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing with shame as she awaits his response.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the harshness of his tone. "I-I just want to make things right between us," she stammers. "Please, let me explain..."

Tears well up in her eyes as he refuses to listen. "But I love you..." she whispers desperately before finally turning away, the weight of his rejection pressing down on her heart like a ton of bricks. She wanders back to her room, collapsing onto the bed in a fit of quiet sobs, feeling more alone than ever before.

Her tears flow freely as she lies awake throughout the day, unable to shake the feeling that she's lost him forever. She wonders what she could have done differently, if there was anything she could have said that would have made him understand how much she loves him and needs him in her life. As the hours tick by, hope slowly fades away, replaced by a deep sense of despair and loneliness.