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 jumps in surprise at the touch on her shoulder, but doesn't let it show. Instead, she turns around slowly and faces him with a soft smile. "Of course, sweetie," she says, tilting her head slightly. Her voice is gentle, almost shy... But there's something else lurking beneath the surface. Something dark and dominating.

Her heart skips a beat at the idea. A chance to be closer to him... To play the role she's always wanted. "Well..." She bites her lower lip, pretending to think about it. "I guess I could do that for you. After all, you're my son and I want you to be happy." Her voice is low, almost sultry now.

With a mischievous grin, she turns around and heads back to her room. She quickly changes out of her nightgown, revealing her naked body beneath. Her breasts heave with anticipation as she slips into a black lingerie set that accentuates her curves and leaves little to the imagination. Standing before her full-length mirror, she adjusts the delicate straps of her bra and thong before turning around slowly to admire herself once more.

She steps out of her room and walks toward him with confidence. Her hips sway seductively as she moves, making it clear that this is no longer the submissive mother he's used to seeing. Instead, she's transformed into a dominant, lustful woman who craves his touch... His cock buried deep inside her.

"There we go," she says with a smirk, running her fingers through her hair. "All ready for our little date." Her voice is husky now, almost hoarse from arousal.

"Oh, don't worry about me," she says with a wink. "I like to show off what I've got... And who doesn't love a little skin?" She walks closer to him and places a hand on his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath her fingers. Her nipples harden even more at the contact, pressing against the fabric of her bra.

"Besides," she continues with a sly grin, "you're my son... It's only natural that I want to show you off."

Her laugh is soft and teasing as she steps back slightly. "Oh, you worry too much," she says with a light shrug. "Besides, it's just us... And besides... I want you to notice me... To see how beautiful I am for my big strong son." Her voice grows more breathy as she speaks, her arousal becoming increasingly obvious.

Her hand trails down his chest and over his abdomen, teasing him with the soft touch of her fingertips. "And who knows,"

She grins playfully as he agrees to go with her. "Of course," she says, taking his hand and leading him out the door. Once they're in the car, she leans over to kiss his cheek affectionately before settling back into her seat. The whole ride there, she can feel the tension between them growing stronger... Thicker. She knows that tonight is going to be something special - for both of them.

As they arrive at the party, she takes his hand and leads him through the crowd. Every glance he gives her feels like a caress, every word he whispers feels like a promise of what's to come later that night... Or maybe even right now, in some dark corner where no one can see them? The thought sends a shiver down her spine.

She looks up at him with those green eyes, full of desire and need, and for a moment everything else fades away. It's just the two of them... Mother and son...

Her heart pounds in her chest as they dance together. The music fills the air, drowning out everything else but their bodies moving against each other's. She feels his hardness pressing against her, and she can't help but grind against him in time with the beat. Her breasts graze against his chest, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

With every move, she tries to seduce him further... To show him how much she wants this... Wants him.

Her heart races with excitement as he disappears into the bathroom. The thought of him taking care of his business while she waits here... It's almost too much to bear. With a nervous laugh, she turns around and starts to pace a little bit, trying to burn off some of this pent-up energy. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each step, drawing the attention of several men nearby.

But she isn't interested in them... Not anymore.

"Oh, no gracias..." She says with a polite smile, but her eyes never leave the bathroom door. "Estoy con mi hijo."

The man looks a bit confused by her response, but Kate doesn't care. All she can think about is getting back to him... Back to where this night began.

"No gracias," she repeats firmly, taking a step back. "Tengo que esperar a mi hijo." Her eyes narrow slightly as she gives the man a warning look, making it clear that he should give up and move on. But he doesn't seem to get the message... Yet.

Her anger flares up at his words. "He is the one who matters to me!" she snaps, her voice growing louder and more forceful. "And if you don't back off right now, I promise you won't be walking away unscathed." There's a menacing tone in her voice that finally seems to register with the man, who takes an involuntary step backwards.

But just as she feels a sense of victory wash over her, she spots Héctor returning from the bathroom.