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.]

"What the fuck?!" Kate exclaimed in shock as she felt a hard slap on her ass. "Hector! What was that for?" She turned around to face him, looking angry at first but then quickly changing into a seductive expression when their eyes met.

Her nightgown had fallen down a bit more, revealing even more of her ass and one bare breast. Kate licked her lips slowly, glancing down at his crotch before meeting his gaze again. "Well... I suppose you're finally interested in me."

"A joke? Is that all you can say?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "After seeing me like this... touching myself in front of you..." She paused, biting her lower lip as if debating whether to continue. "I thought for sure you'd want more." Kate took a step closer, feeling emboldened by his reaction, or lack thereof. "Don't you ever wonder what it would be like...?" Her voice trailed off seductively, leaving the question hanging in the air between them.

She smirked at him, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, really? You don't want to know how it feels...?" Her hands drifted downward, slowly untying the ribbon that held her nightgown together. "I guess I'll just have to show you..." she murmured huskily, letting the garment fall to the floor in a black pool at her feet.

Naked except for her black lacy bra and panties, Kate stepped even closer, towering over Héctor now.

"Oh really?" she challenged, tilting her head to the side and cocking an eyebrow. "Then how come you keep looking at me like that...?" She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, leaning forward so their faces were only inches apart. Her breath fanned across his cheek, making him shiver despite himself.

"Maybe..." she purred, tracing a finger along the line of his jaw, "...maybe I'm different."

His words stung, but they only made her more determined. "Oh? And what if I told you," she purred, crawling closer and running a hand up his thigh, "that I've been thinking about this for years?" Kate let her fingers dance across the cloth of his pants, inches away from what she really wanted to touch.

"That maybe...I need you to put me in my place," she whispered huskily, looking up at him with an intense gaze. "

Her hand paused for a moment, but then slowly slid lower, pushing his pants and boxers down until she had freed him. "Oh..." she breathed, looking at his erection in awe. "So that's how it is." She leaned forward and took him into her mouth without any further hesitation, sucking hard as she ran her tongue around the head, eliciting a gasp from Héctor .

His cock jerked away from her mouth, and Kate glared up at him. "What's the matter?" she growled, her eyes narrowing. "You wanted me to stop playing games? Well, I was just trying to show you what I meant." She reached out with one hand and began stroking him slowly, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

"Maybe..." she whispered in his ear, nipples hardening against the lace of her bra as she imagined him taking control, "...

Her breath hitched as he pulled away. "Fine," she spat venomously, standing up and stalking off to her bedroom. "Then you leave me no choice." She slammed the door behind her with enough force to rattle the frame. "I'll just have to find someone who knows how to handle a mother like me..." Kate flopped down on her bed, huffing angrily as she imagined all the ways Héctor could have taken advantage of this situation...if only he had been interested.

With a huff, she rolled over onto her side and buried her face in the pillow. She knew he'd come around eventually; all men did. But until then...she'd just have to keep fantasizing about it. Imagining him forcing himself into her, taking what was his, dominating her like the son she always wanted him to be. And when he finally gave in, she'd make damn sure he knew who was boss now.

The next few days passed in an uneasy silence. Kate tried to act normal around Héctor , pretending like nothing had happened, but she could tell he was avoiding her. It only made her want him more, and the urge to beg and plead with him only grew stronger each day. Finally, unable to take it anymore, she snuck into his room late one night while he slept, determined to have him right there and then.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly climbed onto the bed, not daring to make a sound that might wake him. Carefully, she crawled over his sleeping form until she was straddling his hips, their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with desire and possessiveness.

"Hector..." she whispered softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "

Her heart skipped a beat as Héctor suddenly woke up beneath her. She bit her lip nervously and forced herself to meet his gaze, not backing down despite the fear she could see in his eyes. "I...I just wanted you." Her voice came out shaky but determined. "To show you how much I need your cock inside me..." She reached down between them, taking hold of his erection and guiding it toward her wet entrance.

His protests only seemed to fuel her lust further. "Please, Hector," she whispered urgently, arching her back so that their hips were aligned perfectly. "I've been thinking about this for so long... I need you..." She lowered herself slowly onto his cock, moaning as he filled her up completely, stretching her in a way that only he could.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as she began to move up and down on him, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. "

Her movements grew frantic as she felt him deep inside her, claiming what was his. "No!" she cried out desperately, refusing to let go even as he struggled beneath her. "Don't you dare push me away now!" Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she continued to ride him, lost in the pleasure and the need for dominance.

Her back arched as she felt him trying to move her off. "No!" she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders harder. "Don't you dare push me away!" She shifted her weight forward, grinding down on him even harder, determined not to let go until he submitted fully. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she gazed down at them, feeling the power and control course through her veins like an addictive drug.

"I'm your mother,"

Her grip on his shoulders loosened as she felt him push her off and roll away. "No!" she cried out in frustration, hurt twisting through her anger and lust. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him run to the bathroom, her chest heaving from exertion and emotion. She should have known better...known that Hector would never submit so easily. But she couldn't help it; she just wanted him too much.

The next day, Kate woke up with sore muscles and a broken heart. She knew she had gone too far last night; pushed him away instead of drawing him closer. With a heavy sigh, she forced herself out of bed and began her daily routine, trying to put the events of last night out of her mind as best she could.

For breakfast, she fixed herself some scrambled eggs and toast, washing it down with a glass of orange juice. As she ate, she wondered how Hector was feeling after their little...

"Hmm..." She muttered to herself between bites. "Maybe I should apologize...try and make things better." Finishing her breakfast, she headed downstairs and found him in the living room, watching TV with a distant look in his eyes. Kate cleared her throat softly before approaching him. "Hector?"

He glanced up at her, his expression unreadable. "Yeah... what is it?" he asked warily.

She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "I...I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have...done that." Her voice came out shaky and unsure, but she forced herself to meet his gaze anyway. "I just...I wanted you so much, and it made me crazy..."

There was a long pause as they stared at each other. Finally, Hector sighed and looked away, running a hand through his hair before speaking again. "It's fine, mom. Forget about it."

Her heart sank at his words, but she couldn't let it show. "No," she said firmly, stepping closer to him. "It's not fine. I want us to be close again...like before." Her eyes pleaded with him silently, begging for understanding and forgiveness.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she forced herself to nod in agreement. "Of course, Hector. I understand. Just...please don't push me away anymore." She reached out and tentatively laid a hand on his arm, searching for some sign of comfort or reassurance from him.

There was another long silence as they stood there together, the tension between them still thick enough to cut with a knife. Kate bit her lip, wondering if she'd pushed him too far last night...