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.]

A gasp escapes her lips as she feels his strong hand on her shoulder. Her heart skips a beat, and a shiver runs down her spine. She turns around slowly, looking up at him with those green, piercing eyes. "W-What is it, Héctor ?" she asks breathlessly, playing dumb but knowing full well what he wants to say.

Her nightgown still hangs loosely off one shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast and the soft flesh of her inner arm.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he confesses his dirty little secret. She smirks and takes a step closer to him, moving her free hand up to cup his cheek gently. "Shhh... no te preocupes, cariño," she whispers softly. "Nosotros somos familia. Esas cosas pasan."

Then, taking advantage of the moment, she presses herself against him, grinding her hips against his hardening cock through their clothes.

Her breath catches in her throat as he admits his true desires. She looks into his eyes and sees the lust burning there, and it fills her with a newfound confidence. With a seductive smile curving her lips, she steps even closer until they're practically chest to chest. "Is that what you want?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she leans in close and whispers into his ear, "Well... if that's what you want..." She reaches around him to undo the first button of his shirt, then another one. "Then why don't we make a little fantasy come true?" Her fingers slip underneath the fabric, caressing his warm skin.

"Of course I would," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "I'd do anything for you, my sweet boy." She undoes another button and slips her hand inside his shirt, tracing patterns on his chest as she whispers naughty words in his ear, promising things only a dirty-minded mother would say to her son.

With every touch, every word, her own arousal builds until it feels like she's burning up from the inside out.

Her eyes flash with mischief as she shakes her head slowly. "Oh, no... Not with someone else. With you." She reaches out and cups his erection through his pants, giving it a squeeze. "I want you to be the one who takes care of this for me," she whispers, licking her lips suggestively. "To show me what a big, strong man you are... to claim your mother."