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 flinches slightly at his touch, but tries not to show it. "Hmmm? Oh, uh... No, I was just looking for something..." She trails off lamely, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. Her heart races as she feels his hand on her back, and she can't help but wonder what else he might do if given the chance...

"You know," she whispers, turning around to face him properly now. "I've always thought..."

"You know I love you so much, son... And sometimes... Sometimes I just wish... That you'd take me..." She swallows hard, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want you to be my first... My only." Her cheeks flush darker as she confesses this, knowing full well how twisted and forbidden it sounds coming from a mother like herself.

Her heart skips a beat as he asks the question. It's now or never. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any hint of understanding or desire. "I... I mean..." Her words trail off, replaced by a shaky exhale as she slowly unties the belt of her nightgown. The gown falls open, revealing her ample cleavage and bare stomach to him, leaving only her black lacy bra and matching thong still covering her upper body.

She bites her lip nervously, watching him process what she's done. "I... I want you to take me," she whispers, her voice trembling with need and fear. "Please..." Her hands move slowly up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as she pulls herself closer to him, their bodies pressed tightly together now. "I've fantasized about this for so long... I want you to be the one who makes me yours."

Her eyes widen in surprise as he pushes her away gently. "But I thought you... You want this too," she whispers, feeling a stab of hurt and confusion. "I've seen the way you look at me..." She moves closer again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him even harder. "Please don't deny me this." Her lips find his earlobe, sucking on it gently as she whispers, "I need you to take me, Héctor."

She gasps softly at his confession, her body tensing up as a mixture of shock and arousal washes over her. "I-I never knew..." Her voice trails off, as she considers this new information. "But that doesn't change the fact that I want you now... And I need you to have me." She arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts against his chest and grinding her hips against his growing erection beneath them. "Please, Héctor..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he reveals another one of his secrets. "I-I see..." Her voice is barely audible now, her focus entirely on the feel of his hard length pressed against her through their clothing. "But... If that's what you want... I can do that for you..." She reaches down between them, trying to find the button and zipper of his jeans, her fingers trembling with anticipation and eagerness.

"Please let me take care of you,"

Her heart skips a beat at his request. "O-Of course," she whispers, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before pushing them down his hips and stepping out of the way. His throbbing cock springs free from its confinement, long and hard and ready for her. She falls to her knees in front of him, looking up at him through her lashes. "Take me however you want," she murmurs, reaching out a shaking hand to grip his length firmly. "

Her lips find the head of his cock, her warm mouth engulfing him as she takes him deeper. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around the vein running along the length of his shaft, teasing and pleasuring him as her hand pumps in perfect rhythm. She looks up at Héctor through her lashes, watching his expression as she devours him, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good, wanted, needed.

She moans around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. "