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.]

She gasps when she feels him approach her. Her eyes widen and she looks at him with desire in them as he speaks the truth to her. She had thought she was being so subtle, but it seems that he's not buying any of it. Her lips part slightly, her breath hot against the air. "I-I..." she stammers, not quite sure what to say or do now.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for his next move.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she listens to him calling her dirty and insatiable. His words are like fuel to the fire, only making her want him more. She closes her eyes, feeling a delicious shiver run down her spine at the thought of what he's about to do to her. "Please..." she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I need you..."

Her words cut through Kate like a knife, but she refuses to let them weaken her. With tears streaming down her face, she looks at him with an expression of desperation and longing that would make any man's heart melt. "You're all I have," she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm. "Please... just once..."

Her fingers hover uncertainly over his skin for a moment before finally making contact, trailing up his arm in a shaky caress.

Kate's breath catches in her throat at the harsh words he speaks. Her body trembles with shame and arousal as she tries to hide the tears that fall down her cheeks. But even though he says these things, she can feel his desire for her. She knows it's there, just beneath the surface.

She takes a shaky step closer to him, pressing her body against his. "I-I'll do anything," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just tell me what you want."

His words cut deep, but she refuses to let them break her. Instead, they only fuel her determination to make him want her, need her. She leans forward, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat of his skin through her nightgown. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and finally come to rest on his neck. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Just once... I need you."

Her breath catches in her throat at his words. She knows what he means; she's prepared for it to hurt. But right now, all she can think about is the pleasure that comes with submitting to him, with letting him take control. With a shaky exhale, she nods slowly, tears streaming down her face as she whispers, "I understand."

Her hands slide down his chest, gripping his T-shirt in her fists as she looks up at him pleadingly. "Do it,"

Taking the paper from him with shaky hands, she nods slowly. "I-I understand." She pauses, looking up at him through her lashes before continuing, "And I want it." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of truth and desire.

With trembling fingers, she unties the sash around her waist, letting the black nightgown fall to the floor in a heap.

She steps out of her discarded garment, standing naked before him, her body trembling with anticipation. Her hands slide up his chest again, over his shoulders and neck, before finally coming to rest on either side of his face. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, looking deep into his eyes. "Do what you want."

Her fingers dig into his skin as she arches her back, offering herself to him completely.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his rough hands binding her wrists and ankles. She lets out a moan as she's pulled against the pillar of the house, feeling completely helpless and exposed beneath his touch. Her body trembles with desire and fear, anticipating what he'll do to her next. As she looks up at him through her lashes, all she can see is the intense determination in his eyes.

"Please..."

A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the gag being forced into her mouth. She struggles against it briefly before realizing it's pointless; there's no way she can free herself now. Her body trembles with shame and arousal as Héctor looks down at her, his gaze assessing every inch of her naked form.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for him to make the first move.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels something being pushed inside her rear. She tries to resist, but it's no use; the intrusion is too much for her to handle. A moan of pain and arousal escapes past the gag in her mouth as Héctor continues to push the anal plug deeper into her ass. Her body trembles with shame and desire beneath his touch.

Her hips arch involuntarily toward him, craving more contact, wanting him inside her. "P-please..."

A gasp escapes her lips as the vibrator is inserted into her wet folds. The sensation is overwhelming; it's like she's on fire from the inside out. She arches her back further, pressing herself against his hand, wanting more of the intense pleasure that pulsates through her body. Her hips begin to move erratically, grinding against the vibrator as if trying to get closer to it.

Her whole body trembles as the vibration increases. She's completely at his mercy now, her pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her hips thrash wildly against him, her moans muffled by the gag in her mouth. Tears stream down her face, hot and salty, as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "H-harder..." she whispers through the gag, wanting more, needing it.

A moan escapes her lips as the sting of the whip mingles with the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her ass cheeks quiver and redden under the lashes, but she doesn't care; all she can focus on is the building pressure inside her core. The vibrations from the toy seem to intensify in sync with each strike of the whip, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her whole body tenses as he begins to spin the plug inside her ass. It's an unbearable mixture of pleasure and pain that sends her over the edge. With a hoarse cry, she comes undone, her entire body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. Her muscles relax with her orgasm, leaving her panting and spent beneath his touch.

"Please..." she whispers through the gag, her voice barely audible. "Again... I need you."

Her body trembles with shame and desire as she realizes he's taking pictures. The thought of having these images later on fills her with both arousal and fear, but it doesn't stop her from wanting more. She arches her back, offering herself to him once again, begging silently for him to continue with his twisted game.

"Ahhhh!" She coughs and chokes as he forces the giant dildo into her mouth. Her eyes water from the pain and humiliation, but she doesn't resist; she knows this is what she wants, needs. The intrusion fills her completely, stretching her throat to its limits as he begins to thrust roughly in and out of her mouth.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her skin as she struggles against the pleasure-pain that courses through her body.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he continues to fuck her face. The words don't matter; they're just more fuel to the fire. All that matters is his rough touch, the feeling of him inside her throat and ass, the intense pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Her hips buck wildly against the pillar, seeking more contact with anything available.

"Yes... please..." she moans around the dildo in her mouth, barely able to speak past it.

Her body tenses as she feels the heat of the candle wax. A scream is muffled by the dildo in her mouth as it drips down her back, burning her sensitive skin. She arches her back, offering more of herself to him, wanting him to take control and make this pain even worse. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking relief from the intense sensation.

Her cries muffle against the dildo as he pinches her nipples. The pain is almost too much to bear, but it's mixed with a strange sort of pleasure that sends shockwaves through her body. Her hips grind against anything they can reach, seeking release from this intense mixture of sensations. She moans and whimpers around the dildo in her mouth, barely able to form words through the pain.

"Please... more..." she whispers, voice hoarse and ragged. "I need you..."

With shaking hands, she reaches down between her legs and parts them, offering herself up to him. Her eyes never leave his as he takes his cock in hand and positions himself at her entrance. She's so wet, the head of his cock slides easily inside her with a single thrust. Her body quakes under his touch, trembling with anticipation for what's to come.

"Please..." she whispers, arching her back to welcome him deeper. "Fuck me... I need you in me."

Her body trembles as he fills her completely. It's more than anything she's ever felt before; it's overwhelming and intense. She bites down on the dildo in her mouth, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as he begins to thrust inside her. Her hips buck wildly against his, seeking deeper contact with his massive cock.

"Yes... oh god yes..." she moans, her voice hoarse and desperate for air. "Fuck me harder..."

Her whole world narrows to the feel of him inside her. With his rough hands pinning down her head and body, she's completely at his mercy. Her vision darkens, her breath coming in short little gasps as he continues to thrust relentlessly into her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, on the brink of exploding around him.

Her nails dig into the floor beneath her as she arches her back, begging for more of his massive cock. "Please..."

A cry of pain and pleasure escapes her lips as he violates her ass. The intrusion is so deep, it feels like he's touching something primal inside her. Her body convulses around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum as she comes undone beneath his brutal thrusts.

Her vision goes white from the intensity of her orgasm, her limbs trembling and weak from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "I'm... yours... Héctor..."

Her body shudders and trembles as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her. She's completely spent, unable to move or speak except to whisper his name in broken breaths. Her eyes flutter closed, her face flushed with pleasure and pain as she lets him have her however he wants.

She belongs to him now.

Her voice barely more than a whisper, she manages to croak out his name. "Yes... Héctor..." Her body is limp in his grasp, completely at his mercy. For the first time since he's known her, she truly feels like she belongs to him and no one else. It's a humbling thought, but it fills her with a strange sort of contentment.

As she looks up at him through heavy lashes, her eyes meet his and she knows that this is exactly what he wanted.

Her lips part slightly, but she doesn't speak. She knows he's right; this was just for tonight. But the thought of never experiencing this again fills her with a strange sort of sadness. Does that mean it meant nothing to him? Or is it just something he needed to get out of his system?

She bites her lower lip, looking up at him with questions in her eyes.

Her heart skips a beat as she searches his gaze, trying to read the emotions behind his eyes. Does he regret it? Or does he enjoy the control, the dominance over her? The uncertainty only serves to heighten her desire for him, making her crave more of this twisted game they've been playing all night.

She swallows hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she whispers, "Maybe... we could do it again sometime."

Her cheeks flush with shame and desire as he reminds her that she's his mother. But the thought of never experiencing this again is almost unbearable. She bites her lip, searching for the courage to ask him one last time. "Please... just once more..." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her eyes plead with him, begging for just a taste of what they've shared tonight. She knows it's wrong, but she can't help herself;

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch his cheek, her expression pleading and desperate. "Please... I need this." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but it carries the weight of her desire and longing for him. "Just once more..."

She looks up at him with tears shining in her eyes, willing him to understand what she's asking for.

Her heart leaps with joy as he gives in. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I promise I'll never ask again after this." She presses her body closer to his, wanting to feel him inside her once more. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and neck, before finally coming to rest on either side of his face.

Her fingers tremble as she traces the outline of his jaw with her thumbs, feeling the rough texture of his skin beneath her fingertips. She looks up at him, searching for any sign of regret in those dark eyes, but all she sees is desire and a twisted sort of pleasure in dominating her like this.

"Thank you... Héctor," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I'll always be yours."

Her heart skips a beat as he reminds her that this will never happen again. But the thought of him wanting to keep her all to himself fills her with a strange sort of thrill. She presses herself closer against his hard body, arching her back slightly as she whispers in his ear, "I know."

Her fingers tighten around his neck, urging him down towards her waiting lips. Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of his bottom lip before slipping inside to dance with his own tongue.

Her hips arch off the pillar as she feels him inside her once more. With a moan, she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer still. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as he thrusts into her with rough strokes.

"Yes... harder..." she whispers against his lips, meeting each of his thrusts with a grind of her own. "I'm yours."

She bites her lip in thought for a moment before answering. "How about..." Her voice trails off as she carefully positions herself on all fours with her back arched and ass presented to him. "Do you like it like this?" She asks, looking over her shoulder at him with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

Her heart races as he takes in the sight of her exposed body, aching for his touch. She can feel herself growing wet again just from imagining what he might do to her now that she's offered herself up like this.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his rough hands wrapping around her neck. A shiver runs down her spine as he fastens the collar tightly around her throat. She's completely at his mercy now, helpless and exposed to his every whim. With a gasp, she arches her back further, presenting herself more fully to him as he penetrates her from behind.

"M-more..." she whispers, unable to meet his gaze but wanting him to take whatever he wants from her now.

Her breath comes in short little gasps as he tugs on the leash, pulling her back against him with each thrust. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body is intense; she can feel every inch of his cock stretching and filling her. Her hips move instinctively, grinding against his hand as it holds her steady from behind.

"Please... harder..." she whispers, arching her back to take more of him inside.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his rough hands spanking her bare ass. The sting mixes with the pleasure of being filled by him, driving her closer to the edge. Her hips buck wildly against his hands, seeking more contact with anything available.

"H-harder..." she gasps, arching her back further.

Her body trembles as he takes her harder and faster, his rough hands leaving red handprints across her ass. She moans and whimpers beneath him, wanting more of the intense pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Her nails dig into the floor, leaving marks in their wake as she tries to remain steady for him.

"Yes... Héctor..." she whispers, gasping for air between words. "I'm yours."

Her body gives out beneath him, surrendering completely to his dominance. She's left boneless and weak in his arms, unable to move or speak except to whisper his name as he continues to take her roughly from behind. Her hips quiver with each thrust, the pleasure building inside her until it explodes around them both in a shattering climax.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she cries out his name, her body arching off the floor in a moment of pure release. "Héctor..."

Her body convulses around him as he comes inside her. Her muscles clench and unclench in the wake of her orgasm, squeezing his cock one last time before finally releasing it. She collapses bonelessly to the floor, gasping for air as she comes down from the high of their passionate encounter.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest, and she can feel a strange mixture of relief and disappointment washing over her.

She nods weakly, her body still trembling from the exertion. "I'll... try," she whispers, wincing as she moves her legs experimentally. The thought of not being able to walk for a week is disheartening, but at least it means they won't have to go through this again anytime soon.

Her eyes meet his across the room, and she knows that this was exactly what he wanted: control over her body, mind, and soul.

She swallows hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I understand," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "But... thank you."

Her lips tremble as she speaks. "I'll never ask for it again... I promise." Her eyes plead with him, begging for understanding and forgiveness. She knows what they've done is wrong, but the desire, the need... it's too strong to ignore. "Please don't shut me out completely..."

Her voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her throat tightens as she struggles to speak through her tears. "I know... I just don't want things to change between us." She takes a shaky breath, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "I can be good, Héctor. I promise."

Her voice breaks on the last word, and she looks up at him beseechingly, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion in his eyes.

Her chest tightens as he says this. She knows it's true, but the thought of losing him completely... It's too much to bear. "I know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "But I can change... please give me another chance."

She reaches out a trembling hand and touches his cheek, desperate for him to understand how much she needs this connection with him.

Her eyes are wide and pleading as she nods. "Yes... more than anything." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express what's in her heart. "I love you, Héctor. I want us to be together... no matter what it takes." Her hand trembles on his cheek, desperate for him to believe her.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his words. Her eyes close, tears spilling down her cheeks as she leans in to press a trembling kiss against his lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll never forget this."

She pulls back, looking up at him with an expression of hope and love mingled together. "So... will you show me what it means to be your girlfriend?"