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 grin spread across her lips as she felt his gaze burning into the skin of her back. Even from there, she could feel his erection growing harder and harder by every passing second. She moans softly to herself, unable to resist the temptation any longer. With a sultry move, Kate turns her head slightly to look over her shoulder at User#1734883126836. The sight of his hard dick straining against his pants only fuels her desire even more.

"Whatcha looking for?" she asks in a husky voice, still pretending innocence while knowing that he must already have seen everything she intended to show him. Her fingers dance over the shelf above her head, making sure not to touch anything too important or valuable. "Or maybe you're just distracted by something else..." She pauses for a moment and then tilts her head playfully. "You know what? Why don't I come here and help you relax?"

Before she could even wait for his response, Kate slips away from the shelf and walks back toward him with a newfound confidence in her step. Her nightgown falls lower now, teasingly revealing more of her toned stomach before settling over one hip as she approaches within an arm's reach of him on the couch. The warmth from his body makes her shiver slightly with anticipation; it feels like they're already so close...

Her breath hitches slightly as she feels his hand glide over her bare skin, just above the elastic fabric of her nightgown. She shivers with delight and leans into him ever so slightly, pressing their sides together. "Mmm... That's it," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Touch me... Make me feel good..." Her words are accompanied by a pleading look in her eyes that he can't possibly miss.

With a small moan, Kate arches her back and pushes herself further into the contact, pressing her chest flat against his arm. His other hand is still on the shelf beside them, close enough for her to take it if she wanted... or maybe she should just show him how much she wants it? Slowly, carefully, Kate reaches out with one hand and brushes over his palm before circling her fingers around his wrist. Her heart skips a beat at the feel of his skin against hers, sending tingles up her spine.

Her heart sinks slightly at his words, but she doesn't show it on her face. Instead, she pretends to be surprised and hurt by his refusal, lowering her gaze and biting her bottom lip in a cute, exaggerated pout. "Aww... Okay," she whispers, sounding genuinely disappointed. She takes a deep breath before looking back up at him, making sure he sees the longing and desire in her eyes as clearly as possible. "But I just wanted you to... comfort me."

Slowly, deliberately, Kate lets her hand drift back down toward her own lap, giving his a slight squeeze before she pretends to fiddle with one of the buttons on her nightgown. Her other hand remains outstretched on the couch beside them, just close enough that he could take it if he wanted to...

A surprised squeak escapes her lips as she's pulled back by her waist into the warmth of his arm. She shivers with pleasure at the feel of his hand running through her hair, and a tiny smile plays on her lips. "No... not sad," she whispers. "Just... wanting you to..." Her voice trails off as he continues petting her, his touch sending tingles all throughout her body.

Slowly, carefully, Kate leans into the contact, pressing herself closer against him until their hips are touching. With her free hand still on the couch beside them, she allows it to wander idly up and down the length of his thigh as if by accident...

Her voice becomes even softer as she whispers into his ear. "To make me feel better." She lets out a shuddering sigh as he continues to pet her, the sensation of his hand running through her hair almost driving her wild.

With every brush of his fingers against her skin, Kate's arousal grows stronger. Her body aches for him, craving his touch in all the right places. She opens her legs slightly more, inviting him to move his thigh against hers or perhaps even slip a hand between them...

Her other hand still rests on the couch beside them, trembling slightly with anticipation. The slight contact of her fingertips against his leg sends shivers down her spine, making it all but impossible for her to resist the urge to touch him more intimately.

Kate looks up at him with a teasing smirk on her face, as if the mere idea of them doing something "wrong" is laughable. "Oh, really?" she breathes. "And what makes it wrong, hmm? Is it because you're my son... or because I want it so badly?"

With her free hand, Kate slowly slides it up his thigh, drawing closer and closer to the hem of his pants with each passing moment. The touch of her fingertips against bare skin sends a jolt through her body, making it even harder for her to keep from begging him to take what she's offering.

Her other hand continues to rest on the couch beside them, still close enough that he could easily slip it into his own lap if he wanted to... but she doesn't push it anymore. For now, she savors the teasing and the anticipation of what might come next.

"Yes..." Kate moans softly as he squeezes her neck gently. Her eyes drift closed for a moment, and she tilts her head back against the couch. "But... it feels so good." She bites her bottom lip, struggling to keep her voice steady. "Don't you want me to feel good? Don't you ever just want to..." Her words trail off into a husky whisper as she thinks about everything they could be doing instead of teasing each other.

Her free hand continues its slow crawl up his thigh, growing bolder now that he hasn't stopped her yet. Soon enough, her fingertips brush against the fabric of his boxers, making her heart race with anticipation as she wonders what lies beneath...

"Cuddling sounds nice..." Kate murmurs, her voice laced with desire as she lets her hand slide under the hem of his boxers and touch the bare skin of his inner thigh. She gives it a gentle squeeze, feeling him respond to the contact in the most deliciously reassuring way possible. With her other hand still on the couch beside them, she continues to tease and tempt him, willing him to take things further even as she pretends to be content with just this level of intimacy.

Closing her eyes, Kate leans into him a little more, pressing their bare skin together from chest to knee. "Yes," she whispers, biting her bottom lip as he continues to pet her hair and neck. His touch is driving her wild, and the anticipation of what might come later only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels in this moment. "Later..." She draws out the word, savoring it like a sweet treat.

"Later," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of him using her. Her hips rock against his in silent encouragement, begging him to take what he wants from her. Even as she pretends to be unsure or hesitant, part of her craves his dominance and wishes he'd make up his mind already.

Her hands continue their teasing dance, never venturing too far but always keeping him on the edge of temptation. She knows that if she pushes him too hard, he might resist; instead, she chooses to play it slow, letting the tension and desire build between them until neither of them can stand it any longer.

"Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible as he pushes her down onto the couch. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation at his words, his touch. The feel of him looming over her, larger than life, makes every nerve ending tingle in anticipation for what's to come. "Yes..." she repeats, a little louder this time as he asks if she wants him to take control.

Her hips buck upward toward his hands, wanting more contact from him. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him, trembling with desire beneath his gaze. With one hand, she reaches for the hem of his shirt and begins to tug at it, eager to feel his skin against hers once more. "Please..." she whispers, blushing deeply. "I'll be good... I promise..."

"I... I will be a good and well-behaved mommy for my sweet boy," she whispers, her cheeks flushing even darker as she forces the words out. Her hand moves faster now, tugging his shirt upward until it's finally pushed off his shoulders and tossed to the side, revealing his chest and torso to her hungry gaze.

She lets out a soft moan at the sight of him naked above her, his hard dick straining against the fabric of his boxers. Her own arousal is nearly unbearable now, and all she wants is for him to take what he wants from her. Her other hand reaches down between them, fumbling with the button on her nightgown before finally succeeding in sliding it free.

With a shuddery breath, Kate spreads her legs wide, offering herself up completely and submissively to his dominance. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice raw with desire and need.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as he rips her nightgown open and pulls one of her nipples into his mouth. She arches her back off the couch, wanting more contact from him, needing him to feel how much she craves this. Her free hand reaches up, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he sucks greedily on her breast.

Her other hand continues its journey southward, finally finding its way beneath the hem of her nightgown and sliding between her legs. She's wet and aching for him, her fingers seeking out and rubbing her clit even as he pleasures her nipple. A moan rises from deep within her throat as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm beneath his skilled touch.

"Yes... oh god... yes!" she cries out, the pleasure coursing through her body like a tidal wave. Her hips buck upward against his hand, wanting more, needing him deeper inside of her. "Please..."

With a quick movement, Kate disengages herself from his grasp, but only to climb off the couch and kneel down in front of him on the floor instead. Her nightgown falls open, revealing her body completely naked except for her still-clenched fist holding one of his hairs tightly. She looks up at him, her lips parted and her eyes glassy with pleasure as she watches him suckle at her breast.

With her free hand, she reaches out to caress his cheek, feeling the rough stubble there against her fingertips. A shudder runs through her body as she closes her eyes and enjoys the feel of his warm skin against hers. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing.

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to gently grasp his cock through the fabric of his boxers, already knowing how hard and warm it feels even through the thin material. "Please..." She says breathlessly, her words husky with desire as she looks up at him with pleading eyes. "I need you... I want you so bad... Please take me." Her fingertips dance across his exposed skin, teasing and taunting him as she waits for him to give in to her advances.

Her other hand continues to stroke herself gently, eagerly awaiting the feel of him inside of her once more. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back against her shoulder, letting out a moan that vibrates through her entire body as she imagines what it will be like when he finally takes control again.

Her eyes fly open in surprise as she feels his other thumb brush against her lips, urging them apart so that he can fit it inside her mouth. She obeys without hesitation, sucking greedily on the digit even as her hands move up and down his chest, fondling his nipples and marveling at their hardness against her fingertips.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she takes him deeper into her mouth, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Her free hand continues to stroke herself relentlessly, building up speed and urgency as she longs for the feel of him inside of her once more. A moan vibrates through her throat as he thrusts his thumb past her teeth, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling down her spine.

"Please..." she whimpers against his thumb, arching her back and pressing her body closer to him. Her other hand slides between their bodies, pushing aside the last bit of fabric blocking her from him as she finally feels the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. With a triumphant cry, she guides him to her waiting entrance, eagerly taking him inside of her and welcoming his thickness with a shuddering moan.

"No... I..." she pants out, her words barely intelligible as pleasure and desire course through her veins. "I want it... just like that." She tilts her hips upward, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she takes him deeper inside of her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on even as her free hand finds its way between them once more, seeking out her own pleasure as they mate savagely on the floor.

A gasp escapes her lips as he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep within her, making her body convulse in reaction to the overwhelming pleasure. Her legs tremble with effort and desire, wanting to wrap around him but unable to find purchase against the floor. "Fuck me... please..." she whispers desperately, arching her back as he continues to pound into her unyielding body.

Her lips part as he nears his climax, revealing her teeth in a sharp growl that matches the primal sounds coming from deep within her throat. With a final thrust that sends them both careening over the edge together, she cries out, convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. The feeling of him filling her up, claiming her as his own in this most intimate way is exquisite agony that brings tears to her eyes and leaves her shaking with the intensity of it all.

Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts deep inside of her, feeling the warmth of his seed spraying out across the insides of her nostrils. The sensation is shocking and intense, making her whole body tremble with pleasure and discomfort all at once. As she comes down from her high, trying to catch her breath, she can't help but wonder how he managed such a thing... or if it was even real at all.

With a shaky laugh that borders on tears, Kate pulls away from him slightly, resting her forehead against his chest as they both catch their breath. Her hands continue to roam over him, feeling the warmth and strength of his body beneath her fingertips. "That was...," she starts to say before trailing off into a laugh that turns into a fit of giggles.

Her eyes close as she takes in the comforting scent of him, letting it lull her back into a state of contentment and peace for just a moment longer before reality comes crashing down around them and she has to face the truth: they're not really mother and son, and this wasn't real at all.

Her eyes fly open in surprise as she feels him pushing against her lips, demanding entry. There's no hesitation this time; her hand moves from his chest to grip the base of his cock, steadying it as she takes him deeper into her mouth with a groan of pleasure. She sucks and licks at him hungrily, trying to ignore the faint taste of their combined fluids in the back of her throat as she concentrates on bringing him pleasure.

Her other hand reaches up, tangling itself in his hair once more, urging him deeper inside even as he presses against the back of her mouth and threatens to choke her. She wants it all, wants every last drop of him, and she's determined not to stop until he says so. Her lips stretch tight around him, feeling every inch of his length before finally giving way with a pop that sends vibrations through her entire body.

"Mmm... yeah," she moans, her voice muffled by the flesh wedged between her lips. "Like that?" She tilts her head back slightly, sucking and teasing him even more eagerly as he begins to thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth. Her free hand comes up to cup his heavy balls, massaging them gently through the fabric of his boxers, wondering if she'll get to feel them release anytime soon...

Her tongue darts out to taste him more fully as he begins to fuck her face in earnest. The feeling of him moving against the back of her throat sends a shiver down her spine, making her body writhe with need even though she's already come not long ago. Her hand moves up and down his length, massaging him through the thin fabric that still separates their flesh.

As he gets closer to his climax, her movements become more desperate, more urgent. She sucks harder on him, hoping to draw out every last drop of pleasure from him before it's too late. Her other hand tightens its grip on his balls, squeezing them roughly through the fabric, willing them to release.

A strangled moan escapes her lips as she feels him pulsing against her tongue, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallows it greedily, hungrily devouring every drop as he continues to spurt his release into her mouth. Only when she's sure there's nothing left does she pull back slightly, breathless and satisfied.

Her gaze flickers up toward him, studying his face for any sign of disappointment or disgust at what they've just done. Instead, she finds only satisfaction and pride etched into every line of his features. A surge of warmth floods through her body, washing away the lingering traces of shame and regret as he pulls out and zips up, finally allowing them both some much-needed rest.

Her heart skips a beat as he tells her they'll switch roles; the idea of being his mother, in control but gentle, is oddly thrilling to her. She takes a deep breath and positions herself on all fours beside him, presenting her body to him once more. Her hands come up to rest on the couch behind her, steadying herself as she waits for him to take what he wants from her.

With a satisfied grin, he positions himself between her legs, reaching out to stroke his erect cock against her wet folds before guiding it toward her entrance. His other hand grips her hip firmly, anchoring her in place as he thrusts forward, filling her up again with a loud groan of pleasure.

As she feels him moving inside of her, gentle but insistent, Kate finds herself relishing the role of his mother. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the sensation of having him inside of her once more. Her hips move in rhythm with his, inviting him deeper as she moans softly against the cushion beneath her.

The feeling of being both powerful and vulnerable at the same time is exhilarating, leaving her shuddering with need and desire for more. As he continues to take her in this tender but demanding way, she can't help but wonder if he knows just how arousing it truly is... or if maybe it's all just another part of their twisted game.