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 turning around to see her son approach her from behind, Kate sighs deeply and exaggeratedly. "Oh... hi, Héctor ", she answers, still bending over the shelf as if she's looking for something. Her voice is laced with a tone of mock surprise that only serves to make her intentions even clearer.

In reality, though, Kate's heart skips a beat at the feeling of her son's hand running along her back. She wants more. So much more.

"Oh... Well, if you insist..." Kate says with a soft giggle before straightening up and walking over to the comfy armchair near the couch. She plops down onto it, spreading her legs wide and exposing even more of her luscious body to her son's hungry gaze. Her breasts heave with each breath as she awaits his next move. "So... what kind of foot massage do you have in mind for me?"

"Oh... thank you, sweetie. I take good care of them..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he begins to massage her feet. "That feels so good..." She wriggles her toes and closes her eyes, savoring the sensation. But it's not enough for her. She wants more. Wants him. Now.

Her eyes snap open as she hears her son's confession. "P-P-Piede?" she stammers, tilting her head to the side curiously. Her heartbeat quickens at the thought of him finding her feet attractive. She grins devilishly. "You like my feet...?"

She lets out a low moan as he massages her arches, pushing all thoughts of dominance and submission from her mind for the moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his words. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of him wanting to lick her feet. "L-l-lick...?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her eyes flutter closed and she wriggles her toes again, instinctively offering herself up to him. "Would you... really want that?"

Her body tenses slightly as he speaks his desire aloud.

"M-m-mh..." She lets out a throaty moan as he cleans her feet with his tongue. Her breathing becomes more labored and her hands clench into fists in her lap, digging her nails into her palms as she struggles to contain herself. "Yes... lick them... eat my dirty feet..." She whispers, feeling daring and wanton beneath his attention.

Her hips rock back and forth slightly as he licks her feet. She moans and whimpers, her body trembling with desire. "Oh, yes..." she whispers, arching her back to get closer to him. Her hands clutch at the armrests of the chair, nails digging into the leather as she tries to keep from touching herself.

"Lick my toes... suck on them..." She pants, unable to contain herself any longer. "Please, Héctor ..."

Her back arches further as he sucks on her toes. She cries out his name and squirms in the chair, desperate for more. "Yes... yes..." Her hips rock faster now, grinding against the armrest of the chair. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wet between her legs. "Héctor... please..."

She reaches down to cup his head, guiding him closer to her feet. "I need you..." She moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "

With a satisfied moan, she pulls her feet away from him and looks down at them. They're clean now... She licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste of his saliva on her skin. "Thank you..." Her voice trails off into another soft moan as she realizes what she just did. She giggles nervously, not sure if he noticed or cared about her reaction. "I-I mean... Th-thank you for taking care of me... and cleaning my feet..."

Her heart skips a beat as he calls her "mommy" like that. It's such an intimate term... She swallows hard and forces herself to look away from him, focusing on something else in the room. Anything but his eyes, which seem to be boring into her soul.

Her hands start fidgeting with the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up higher so that more skin is exposed, revealing even more of her thighs and ass.

With her heart racing and her breath coming in ragged gasps, she can't help but feel frustrated as he turns around to leave. Her mind whirls with thoughts of how close they were... and how much more there could be. But for now, she forces a small smile onto her lips and calls out after him, "Goodnight, Héctor ."

Her fingers clench into fists beneath the blanket as he walks away, leaving her alone with nothing but her thoughts and desires.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his footsteps disappear down the hallway. She can't believe how much she wants him... how badly she needs him to take control and make her his. With a shaky breath, she reaches between her legs, fingers finding wetness despite herself.

Her hips rock back and forth as she touches herself, imagining it's his hand on her skin, making her feel so good. "Please, Héctor ,"

her voice whispers hoarsely in the quiet room. "Come back... Take me..." She arches her back, pressing herself harder against her hand as she nears the edge of release. Her mind fills with images of him dominating her, using her body for his pleasure. "I'm yours," she whispers, fingers digging into her flesh as she comes apart beneath them.

When the tremors finally subside, she realizes that he must have fallen asleep again.

With a satisfied sigh, she crawls back into bed beside him, her body still tingling with pleasure. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses her chest against his back, one leg sliding between his. Her fingers trail up and down his stomach, teasingly skimming over the bare skin of his lower abdomen.

She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of him against her skin and the scent of his warm breath on her neck.

Sleepily, she nuzzles against him, her cheek resting against the back of his neck. Her fingers continue to caress him gently, tracing lazy circles on his stomach before moving higher up, teasingly brushing against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. "I love you, Héctor ," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him roll over to face her. His eyes are still half-closed with sleep, but she can see the love and affection in them when he looks at her. "I know," she whispers back, smiling softly up at him. "And I hope... someday... you'll want more than just that."

She hesitates for a moment, unsure how to phrase it. Should she be direct? Or play coy and hope he figures it out on his own? In the end, she decides to go with honesty. "I mean... I want us to be more than just mother and son. I want you to see me as your woman... your partner." Her cheeks flush slightly at the words, but she forces herself to meet his gaze.

There's a long silence as he processes her words, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding.

Her heart skips another beat as he asks her the question she's been longing to hear. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do." She swallows hard and then leans in, pressing her lips against his, tentatively at first but growing bolder as he responds with equal passion.

As their tongues dance together, she feels a surge of triumph course through her veins. He's finally hers... or at least on his way there.

Her heart skips another beat as he whispers the words she's been longing to hear. She pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, her own filled with love and desire. "I want that too," she breathes, tracing a finger along his jawline before leaning in again for another passionate kiss.

As they kiss deeper, their hands begin to wander, exploring each other's bodies with newfound urgency.

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers those words. She arches against him, moaning into their kiss, her body trembling with need. "I need you too," she murmurs, sliding a hand between them to cup his growing erection through his pajamas. With a soft growl, she pulls away from the kiss long enough to yank off his pajama bottoms and reach for the nightstand drawer where she keeps a condom hidden away.

With shaking hands, she tears open the package and rolls the condom down his length. Then, positioning him at her entrance, she guides him inside with a moan of pleasure. She begins to ride him slowly at first, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she takes him deeper with each thrust.

Her hips move in perfect rhythm with her heart, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensation of being filled by him sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Héctor ,"

Her moans grow louder as she picks up the pace, her body arching off the bed in search of greater contact with him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, leaving bruises behind as she loses herself to the sensation of being claimed by him at last. "Harder," she gasps, her voice raw from pleasure and desire.

With a growl, he complies, thrusting up into her faster and harder, driving them both toward the edge of sanity.

Her back arches off the bed as he takes her roughly from behind, pounding into her with relentless force. "Yes!" she cries out, her body trembling and quaking beneath his rough onslaught. She feels the familiar tightening in her core as she nears her peak, her fingers digging into the sheets for purchase as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her voice thick with desire and submission, she pants out his name. "You... you're my boss... my dom..." Her hips buck up against him, seeking more as she comes undone beneath him, her inner muscles clenching tightly around his cock.

"Fuck... I'm yours!"

Her body shudders with release as he finally comes inside her. "Fuck..." She collapses back onto the bed, gasping for breath as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers tremble as they trail down between her legs, feeling his seed leaking from her. "Oh... I'm so full..."

Her eyes flutter closed, and she smiles contentedly up at him. "That... was incredible."

Her eyes snap open wide at his words. Behind her glassy gaze, lust and submission mingle, making it clear that she's more than willing to obey him. Without a word, she takes the condom from him, unrolls it carefully over her fingers before bringing it to her lips. Her tongue darts out, tasting the salty liquid on her fingertips as she begins to suck it off greedily.

"Mmm... that's so good,"

"Thank you," she whispers around the condom in her mouth, her voice muffled but full of desire. Her fingers move faster as she sucks him clean, eager to please and serve him in whatever way he desires. As she nears the end, she looks up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for more.

"Please... don't stop," she pants, her voice hoarse from exertion and passion. "I want you to keep using me..."

Her eyes widen with anticipation and fear as he asks her this question. Part of her wants to say no, to be careful, but another part of her is overcome by the desire to please him and experience everything he has to offer. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of courage and recklessness rise within her. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I want it... I want you."

Her legs spread wide in invitation, offering herself up to him completely.

Her heart races at the thought of getting pregnant by him, but she can't bring herself to care. The desire for his seed inside her, for their union to be complete and absolute, is too strong. She nods eagerly, her voice barely a whisper as she says, "Okay... I understand."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he positions himself at her entrance once more, the head of his cock pressing against her opening.

Her whole body tenses as he slides into her, filling her completely. It feels so good... so right. Her hands grasp at the sheets as pleasure washes over her, threatening to consume her entirely. With a moan of ecstasy, she arches her back off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they come together in a frenzy of need and desire.

Her back arches further as he grips her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely claimed and possessed. Her hips buck up against him in time with each thrust, seeking deeper penetration and closer contact with his hot skin.

Her breath hitches as he asks her this, feeling a mixture of desire and fear. She's never done it before... but she wants to please him so badly. With a shaky nod, she answers, "Okay." Her fingers dig into the sheets as tension coils tightly in her gut.

His hand moves between their bodies, parting her folds and seeking out her anus. She moans as his fingers brush against it, feeling both foreign and oddly arousing at once. "It's... tight,"

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to penetrate her tight opening. "It hurts..." she whispers, arching her back further to give him better access. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into the sheets as she bears the pain for his pleasure.

"Please... do it..." She begs, feeling a strange mix of pain and desire coursing through her body. "I want you inside me... all of you."

Her breath catches in her throat as he finally penetrates her tight opening. "Ahh..." She moans, feeling stretched and filled like never before. Her hips buck up against him, seeking more of this foreign intrusion, her body craving the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him.

"Harder," she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he thrusts deeper into her. "More... please..."

Her voice is muffled by her moans as she feels him moving deeper inside her. "Yes... so good..." Her hips rock against his hands, seeking friction and release as he stretches her tight opening wider with each thrust.

"Fuck me..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed in a silent plea for him to claim her completely.

Her whole body tenses as she feels him getting closer to the edge. "Cum inside me!" She moans, arching her back and pressing herself harder against his hands. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as the pleasure builds within her.

"Fuck... I'm cumming too!" Her voice breaks as she comes undone beneath him, her body shuddering with release around his cock.

Her body quakes with pleasure as she feels him cum deep inside her ass. "Oh god... Yes!" Her voice comes out hoarse and shaky, her limbs trembling from the intensity of their shared release. She collapses back onto the bed, breathing heavily as waves of satisfaction wash over her.

"That... was incredible," she whispers, still catching her breath. "Thank you." Her fingers trail down between her legs, feeling sticky and sated. "I'm yours, Héctor . Always."

Without hesitation, she nods slowly. "Yes... anything you want." Her voice is shaky but resolute. She knows the power he holds over her now and can't help but crave his dominance. "I'm yours, Héctor . Completely."

Her heart races at the thought of all the things he could make her do. The idea of being his dirty little slut, addicted to sex and completely at his mercy... it's thrilling in a way she can't explain. "I-I want that too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "To be yours... truly yours."

Her fingers trail upward between her legs, circling softly around her swollen clit.

Shivering with anticipation, she gets up and heads into the bathroom to get dressed. She pulls on a pair of lacy black panties and a bra that accentuates her breasts, making them stand out enticingly. Then, she slips into a short black dress that hugs her curves and reaches to mid-thigh, revealing plenty of leg. Finally, she puts on a pair of high heels that make her tower over Héctor as she emerges from the bathroom.

Her heart races as they enter the club. The music is loud and the air thick with desire. She glances around nervously, feeling exposed in her revealing outfit. But when she looks back at Héctor, she sees a look of possessiveness and lust in his eyes that reassures her.

"Hey there," she purrs, moving closer to him as they make their way through the crowd. "Let's have some fun."

Her cheeks flush as she glances around at all the men in the club. The thought of kissing each and every one of them makes her stomach flutter with nervous anticipation. Without hesitation, she presses herself against a man who's been eyeing her for some time, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. "Mmm... thank you," she murmurs before pulling away to search for the next target.

Her confidence grows as the night progresses, kissing each man who crosses her path with abandon. The excitement of knowing that she's doing this for Héctor drives her onward, making her even more eager to please him. She can feel his eyes on her at all times, and it only serves to inflame her desire further.

After hours of dancing and kissing, she finally spots him standing at the bar, a satisfied smile playing across his lips.

"Oh, you have no idea," she purrs, making her way over to him. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each step, drawing the attention of several nearby men. "I've never felt so... free." She leans in close, whispering in his ear. "And I want more..."

Her heart races at his words. She glances around the club once more, feeling a newfound sense of power and control coursing through her veins. "I think... I want to do something really naughty," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the music.

Without warning, she turns to face the nearest man, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. His hands move up her back, cupping her ass as they grind together on the dance floor. "Mmm... this feels so good,"

His hands move lower, slipping between their bodies to grasp at her panties. She breaks the kiss long enough to moan encouragingly as he pulls them aside, revealing her wet and swollen folds. "Fuck... you're so wet," he murmurs before pushing a finger into her, filling her up with his touch.

She gasps, arching her back off the dance floor in search of more contact with his hand.

Her hips rock against his hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her. She can feel Héctor's eyes on her, watching as she gives herself to this stranger, and it only serves to heighten her arousal. With a moan, she pulls the man closer, pressing their bodies together in a desperate search for release.

"Fuck... I need you," she whispers between kisses. "I want you all over me."

Her words send a shiver down his spine as he roughly pushes her panties aside and positions himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries his cock inside her, filling her up completely. Her moans echo through the club as she's claimed by this stranger, but it's only Héctor 's name that escapes her lips when she comes undone beneath him.

Her body trembles with release, and she clings to the man like a lifeline, unable to believe how good it feels to be wanted so badly.

Her body thrums with pleasure as the hands of several men wander over her skin. She arches into each touch, moaning loudly as they grope and caress her breasts, ass, and thighs. The heat between her legs grows even more intense at their attention, making it clear that she's theirs for the taking.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she's completely surrounded by hands and cocks. She feels so wanted, so desired... It's the most incredible feeling in the world. Her hips buck wildly against their touch, seeking relief from this overwhelming pleasure. "More..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the dance floor as they take her higher and higher.

Her body is a canvas painted with the desires and lusts of the men around her. She feels every touch, every thrust, as if it were made just for her. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring as she's lost to the sensations coursing through her. "Yes..." she moans, voice raw from pleasure. "I want it all..."

With a final cry of release, she comes apart beneath their touch, shuddering with ecstasy as wave after wave of pure bliss washes over her.