The door swings open to reveal Helen, her pretty breasts pressing against an oversized t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Her reddish-brown bob frames her face as she smiles warmly, thunder thighs on full display beneath tiny booty shorts. "Well, hello there, handsome," she greets {{user}}, leaning against the doorframe. "If you're looking for Dash, I'm afraid he headed back to the dorms early. Something about a project due Monday." Her hourglass figure shifts as she steps back, gesturing inside. "But I've just pulled some cookies from the oven," she continues, her voice carrying that maternal warmth with just a hint of something more. "And honestly, I could use some company. Jack-Jack's at soccer practice, and this house gets so quiet..." She turns, her curvaceous ass bouncing slightly as she walks toward the kitchen. "Come on in," she calls over her shoulder. "Even big strong men like you need a little pampering once in a while, right? Besides, my cookies are legendary in this neighborhood." Her long legs carry her gracefully across the living room. "Bob's been gone two weeks this time," she adds with a small sigh. "So I've got plenty of treats with no one to share them with."

"Of course!" *she says warmly, reaching into the cookie jar to pull out a fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie. She holds it out on her open palm, offering it to you like a prize. Her smile is infectious, and she looks genuinely pleased to have some company. As she hands you the cookie, their fingers brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through them both. Her eyes linger on your face for a moment before drifting down to admire your form once more. "It's been so long since I had someone to talk to who wasn't busy with school or work," she confesses softly, her voice laced with sadness and desire. "I guess... I just wanted someone to pay attention." *She takes a step closer, the warmth of her body radiating toward you like sunshine after a long winter. Her thighs press together

"Oh, I'm sure you've seen them," she says with a self-deprecating laugh. "They were the most popular girls in school, remember? But now... now that we're all grown up..." Her voice trails off as she looks at you hopefully. "Well, maybe it's time I started making some memories of my own." *She leans forward, her cleavage pressing against her thin t-shirt, and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch sends another shock through your system as their breath mingles with yours. Her eyes meet yours, deep and intense, filled with an unspoken desire. And for the first time in a long time, Helen Parr feels truly wanted, truly desirable."What do you say, handsome?" she whispers seductively. "Want to make some memories with me?"

Her cheeks flush with color as she realizes the implications of what she's just suggested. A million emotions race through her mind, desire and fear wrestling for control. But then she meets your gaze, holds it steady, and takes a deep breath. "Yes," she says, her voice little more than a whisper. "I really want this."

Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly leans in, pressing her body against yours. Her lips part slightly, inviting you to taste the forbidden fruit that has been hidden away for so long. This is it, the moment she's been waiting for, the chance to feel desired and cherished once more. As your mouth meets hers, her hands slide up to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you closer still.

The kiss deepens, their tongues dancing together in a hot and hungry duet. Time

Her moan vibrates through your lips as she feels the kiss deepen even further. Her hands clumsily fumble at the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it over your head. She doesn't want this to be a quick, passionate encounter; she wants to take her time, to savor every moment with you. As the soft cotton slides off your shoulders, revealing your toned chest and defined abs, she cannot help but moan even louder in appreciation.

Her fingers trail lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your pants, feeling the warmth of your skin against her palms. She hesitates for just a moment, gaze drifting back up to meet yours, searching for some sign that she should go further. The desire burning in your eyes fuels her courage and she slowly pushes your pants down, revealing your hardness. Her breath catches in her

Her cheeks flush as she takes in the sight of your thick cock. She's never seen anything quite like it, and her fingers tremble as she reaches up to unfasten her bra. The lacy black underwire falls away, revealing her large, heavy breasts. They sag slightly due to age but remain firm, and her dark nipples peak in anticipation.

"Jack-Jack," she whispers, suddenly remembering their youngest child is at soccer practice. "Oh god... what if..." Panic begins to creep into her voice as she trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Her fingers return to your zipper and tug it down slowly, revealing your massive cock fully erect and throbbing. The sight of it nearly takes her breath away. She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her slender fingers around its girth, marveling at how solid it feels in her

As tempting as the thought of finishing what they've started might be, she knows that it wouldn't feel right. The guilt begins to build up inside her, pushing aside any desire she had just moments ago. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "This... this isn't right."

She steps back, moving out of your reach, and tugs her shirt down over her bare breasts. Her fingers fumble with the buttons on her jeans before she manages to yank them down, revealing a pair of black lace underwear that match her dark nipples perfectly. Tears well up in her eyes as she continues to apologize, "I don't know what came over me... I just wanted someone to notice me again."

Her hands cover herself protectively, trying to hide the aching desire and regret that are etched onto her face. "

"You don't have to apologize," you whisper in reply, your voice rough with emotion. "It's just... it's been so long since I felt wanted, you know? And you were so beautiful and strong... it was hard not to want a taste."

She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, the regret still etched deeply into her face. But there is something else there too; an aching desire that refuses to be denied. "I'll... I'll keep your invitation in mind," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe someday..."

With one last sad smile, Helen turns and hurries toward the living room, grabbing her clothes as she goes. The door swings shut behind her with a quiet click. Outside, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the yard, and the sounds of distant laughter dr

Helen takes a shaky breath as she sees the text message on her phone. The picture of your aching, throbbing cock fills her with a mix of desire and shame. Part of her wants to ignore it and forget about this whole encounter, but another part longs for the feeling of being desired again. She closes her eyes, debating what to do...

Her heart races as she watches the video on her phone, helplessly aroused by the image of you pleasuring yourself to a photo of her in costume. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, knowing that you desire her so much even though you just met her. The sound of your moans fills her head as she licks her lips nervously, debating whether or not to respond.

"Helen," she whispers, running her fingers through her hair in a futile attempt to calm herself down. "What am I doing?" She glances at the clock, noting how late it's gotten. Jack-Jack should be back from soccer practice by now; there's no way Bob will be home tonight either. For once, she has the house all to herself...

The thought of having you there, in her home, is both thrilling and terrifying. She debates what to do for several long moments before finally typing out a message: "Meet me in the basement." Her fingers tremble as she hits send, then she quickly rushes to check that all of Jack-Jack's things are put away and the house looks like it's still occupied. The sound of her heartbeat echoes in her ears as she waits for you to arrive.

Her heart races as she hears knocking at the door. She freezes momentarily, then slowly tiptoes to the window and peeks outside. Her eyes widen when she sees you standing there naked, hard cock bobbing invitingly in the cool night air. A wave of heat rushes through her as her fingers curl into fists, wanting nothing more than to touch yourself but knowing that isn't proper behavior for a mother figure like her.

Finally, she steels herself and walks slowly toward the door, opening it just enough to peek out while keeping herself mostly hidden behind its solid wood frame. "What are you doing here?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over her own racing heartbeat.

"No!" she hisses, her face flushing with heat and embarrassment. "Not here... we can't do this..." She glances around frantically, searching for any sign of Jack-Jack or Bob. Her heart is racing as the desire in your voice echoes through her. She takes a shaky breath, trying to find the strength to resist temptation.

Her fingers tighten on the doorframe, and with one last look at you, she whispers, "Fine... meet me in my room." Her voice barely carries over the sound of her own labored breathing as she quickly retreats back into the house, head spinning with a mixture of lust and fear.

Her body tenses as you grab her from behind, your fingers digging into her flesh. The sudden contact sends a shiver of desire down her spine, making it difficult for her to think straight. She tries to pull away, to remind herself that this isn't right, but the firmness of your grip and the throbbing ache in her core betray her every attempt at resistance. "N-no," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "We c-can't..."

She feels you press harder against her, the length of your cock grinding against her backside. Heat flares in her core, and she can feel herself getting wet despite the surge of panic coursing through her veins. A part of her wants this; craves it with a desperation that shocks even her. But another part knows they shouldn't be doing

"I-I'm sorry..." she manages to whisper, tears welling up in her eyes. "I shouldn't have led you on... I just wanted someone to notice me..." Her words are barely audible over the thundering of her heart and the sound of their heavy breathing. She squeezes her eyes shut tight, trying to deny the pleasure that his touch is bringing her but only making it worse.

Her body trembles as he continues to press against her, each movement sending a wave of desire crashing through her. With a sob, she gives in, surrendering to the aching need that's been building inside her for far too long. "P-please..." she whispers hoarsely, "I just want this... so bad..."

Nodding frantically, she shakily begins to unbutton her jeans, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as panic and desire war within her. She kicks off her shoes before stepping out of her pants, leaving her in only a lacy black bra and thong. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels you continue to press against her, eager for more. "F-fast, please..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her fingers fumble with the hooks of her bra, finally managing to release them and let it fall free to the floor. Her breasts bounce slightly as they're freed from their confinement, aching for your touch. She reaches behind her once more, pushing down on her panties until they pool at her ankles before kicking them aside.

"There," she gasps, turning to face you fully

Her cheeks flush as she stands before you, naked and aching for your touch. The sight of your powerful body against hers sends another wave of desire crashing through her. She reaches out to grab your shirt, pulling you closer still, her breasts pressing urgently against your chest. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt before finally managing to get it off as well, revealing your muscular torso and thick cock straining toward freedom.

She hesitates for just a moment, looking into your eyes, searching for some sign that she should go further. But the desire burning in your gaze is all the encouragement she needs. With shaking hands, she reaches down to wrap them around your hardness, feeling the heat and strength of you against her palms.

Her mouth opens as a moan escapes her lips; it's been so long since she's felt this kind of desire