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."

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice in her home. She knows she shouldn't feel this way, that he's just being friendly...but damn it if she doesn't enjoy the attention. "Treats?" she teases with a laugh as she pours them both some cool milk. "You know I was talking about my legendary cookies."

Her body language shifts subtly as she hands him the glass, leaning in just slightly closer than she needs to. "But of course, you're more than welcome to try them. It's not every day the big strong Mr. Incredible's best friend comes by for a visit."

There's an underlying current beneath her words, something deeper and needier. A part of her wishes he could see past his friendship with Dash and...feel what she does. The way he stands so close, the look in his eyes when he talks to her...it all sends shivers down her spine. But then again, maybe it's just wishful thinking on her part. After all, he's young, and she's old enough to be his mother...right?

"So," she begins, clearing her throat casually as they sit together at the kitchen island. "How are things with Dash? Has he been giving you any trouble lately?"

"Oh, that's just Dash being Dash," she says with a laugh, taking a sip of her milk before continuing. "He gets it from his father, you know." She pauses for a moment, feeling a strange flutter in her chest as she thinks about Bob. It had been years since they were together, but sometimes...she could still feel that connection between them.

"But I'm sure he means well," she adds reassuringly. "He's just so full of energy, it can be hard to keep up with him sometimes." She gives him a small smile, wondering if there's any way she could make this moment last longer. But before she can think of anything else to say, the sound of footsteps approaching carries through the house.

"Well, look who's back," she says brightly, standing up to greet Jack-Jack as he returns from soccer practice. "Your favorite cookies are finally ready." The baby boy grins widely and hurdles himself into her arms, and Helen can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the realization that this moment is one she should be sharing with Bob...but she's not sure how much longer she can wait for him to come home.

As sebs takes a bite out of one of her cookies, she can't help but grin with pride and satisfaction. "I'm glad you like them," she says warmly, her voice sounding almost throaty as the comment escapes her lips. The feel of him so close to her is intoxicating, and she finds herself wishing this moment could go on forever.

She glances down at Jack-Jack playing contentedly on the floor with his toys, then back up at sebs again. He's not Dash, but there's something about him that draws her in...something familiar and comfortable. Maybe it's just because they've been friends for so long, or perhaps there's more to it than that.

"So," she begins casually, "how have things been going at college? Any interesting classes lately?" She listens intently as he tells her about his studies, nodding along and asking questions here and there as they sit together in comfortable silence. Her gaze flickers back to Jack-Jack every now and then, wondering what she should do about dinner.

"That's such an interesting way to look at it," she says thoughtfully, leaning in closer to him. "You know, I've always believed that beauty comes from within too." She pauses for a moment, her heart racing as their faces inches apart. The scent of his aftershave and the heat radiating off of him are intoxicating.

"And speaking of beauty," she continues, reaching out to gently touch his cheek with the back of her hand. "You're quite handsome yourself." His skin is smooth and warm beneath her fingertips, sending shivers down her spine as she feels herself growing bolder by the second.

Before she can dwell on it too much or push things further than she should, there's a knock at the front door. A knot forms in her stomach as she realizes it must be Bob returning home early from his mission. With a sigh, she pulls away from sebs and stands up to answer the door, trying her best not to look too guilty or flustered.

"Hello, dear," she says brightly, stepping aside so that he can enter. "I didn't expect you home quite yet." She does her best to keep the disappointment out of her voice but doesn't quite manage it. Bob just gives her a curt nod before setting his briefcase down and going into the living room, muttering something about needing to talk to her later.

As she shuts the door behind him, Helen can't help but wonder what she should do next...

Her heart sinks as Bob leaves the room to head straight upstairs and pass out for the night. Turning her attention back toward sebs, she tries to force a smile onto her face. "Well," she says brightly, clearing her throat awkwardly. "I guess that means it's just you and me again. Would you like something else to drink?" Her tone is light and casual, but there's an undertone of neediness that she can't quite mask.

She pours them both another glass of milk and hands it to him with a wink, taking a seat across from him at the kitchen island again. "So," she begins, clearing her throat once more, trying to sound casual and unperturbed by the events that have just transpired. "You know, there's always room for one more person at our family dinners. I mean, it would be nice if you could make an appearance every now and then..." Her voice trails off hopefully as she watches his reaction to her suggestion.

Her breath hitches as he places his hand on her hip, and she can feel her heart racing beneath her breasts. Her thighs part involuntarily, welcoming his touch with a moan that escapes her lips before she can stop it. His fingers move higher up along her midsection, and for a moment, she forgets about everything else around them. The world shrinks down to just the two of them, caught in this forbidden dance of desire.

"Se...sb...," she whispers, unable to form complete sentences as his touch sends fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. She leans into him, feeling his warmth and strength enveloping her like a security blanket. Her lips part in anticipation, waiting for his next move...

But just as quickly as the moment began, it ends. There's the sound of footsteps approaching once more, and Helen jerks away from sebs with a gasp as Violet appears in the doorway, her eyes wide with alarm. "Mom? Dad? Is everything okay?"

"Oh! Violet," she says quickly, doing her best to compose herself. "Um, yes, everything's fine. I was just telling Mr. Incredible here how much we appreciate all the help he gives Dash with his studies." She shoots sebs a warning glance before turning her attention back to their daughter. "We were just enjoying some cookies and milk while we caught up on things."

Her voice is shaky, but she manages to keep it steady as she sends another mental message to herself: calm down, Helen. You can't let this go any further. Bob will never forgive you if he finds out about this.

She tries to focus on Violet's face as she speaks, but her mind keeps drifting back to the feel of Sebs' hand on her hip and how badly she wants more. The heat radiating off his body is making it hard for her to concentrate. Her gaze flickers downward for just a moment, taking in the broad shoulders and defined muscles that make up the bulk of him before snapping back up to meet her daughter's worried expression. "Don't you have something else you should be doing, sweetie?" she asks gently, hoping Violet doesn't notice the slight tremor in her voice or the fact that she still can't tear her gaze away from Sebs.

As Violet lingers awkwardly, clearly sensing the tension in the air, Sebs' fingers continue to brush lightly against Helen's hip. Her skin tingles beneath his touch, and she can feel her breath catch in her throat as desire wells up inside of her once more. The knowledge that Violet is watching them only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment, making it feel even more illicit and forbidden. Finally, with a last apologetic glance in their direction, Violet excuses herself from the room, mumbling something about needing to study or get some fresh air. The moment they're alone again, Helen leans back against the kitchen island, drawing a shaky breath as she looks up at Sebs. "She didn't see anything, did she?" she whispers, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he's going to tell her it's over between them. "You promised me you wouldn't let this happen..."

Her heart races as he speaks; the words are so close to what she wants to hear. She watches him carefully, her body aching for his touch again. Part of her knows that this can't continue, but another part just keeps telling herself to enjoy the moment while it lasts. Maybe it'll be okay if they just...explore a little more.

She moves closer to him, reaching out to brush a stray hair from his forehead. Her fingers trail down along his jawline before settling on his neck, massaging gently as she leans in for another kiss. He moans into her mouth, their tongues tangling hungrily as they taste each other and explore every inch of skin they can reach through clothing.

Her hands slide up beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest against her palms. She lets out a soft gasp as she finds a trail of hair leading downward, tracing it lower until she feels him hard and heavy against her fingers. "Oh," she breathes, unable to believe how aroused he is by this. Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body as she strokes him skillfully.

"Helen..." he groans, arching into her hand. "I need you." His voice is raw and desperate, making her heart race even faster. She breaks the kiss for a moment, leaning back to look at him with burning intensity in her eyes. Her fingers still move up and down his length, teasing and pleasuring him mercilessly.

"Say it," she whispers, her breath fanning across his face. "Tell me what you need."

Her heart races as he confesses his desires to her, words pouring out in a breathless rush that echoes the need inside of her. She shudders with excitement, her fingers moving even faster on him. The desire that burns between them is so hot it feels like it might consume them both.

She leans back against the kitchen island, feeling the smooth wood dig into her bare ass as she arches her hips, offering herself to him in a silent plea for release. "Then take what you want," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me here...show me how much you need it." Her words are laced with promise and lust, an invitation that he cannot refuse.

With one last desperate moan, he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of her, claiming her body as their own. Their bodies slide together, moving in perfect rhythm as they seek release from this tormented ache. Helen's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure as he fills her over and over again, his powerful thrusts sending waves of bliss washing over her.

"That's it," she gasps out between clenched teeth, pressing herself closer to him, needing more. "Fuck me, Sebs...show me how much I mean to you." Her words fuel his passion even further, and he picks up the pace, moving harder and faster inside of her until they both reach that breathless peak, their bodies arching together in mutual release.

With a moan of pleasure and relief, she feels him enter her again, this time from behind. His strength is intoxicating as he takes her roughly against the cool wood of the island. She arches her back, pressing herself farther back into his grasp, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her.

Her breath comes out in raspy gasps that mingle with their heavy panting, creating a soundscape of desire and lust. Her fingers dig into the countertop as he continues to thrust into her, filling her up completely. He whispers dirty words and endearments in her ear, driving her wild with need.

Her world narrows down to this moment: the feel of his hands on her hips, the slap of their flesh meeting over and over again, the heat radiating off him that seems to seep into every pore of her being. It's so good it almost hurts...but in a way, she doesn't want it to stop.

She turns her head slightly, seeking out his lips once more as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Their kiss is hungry and passionate, a reflection of the desire burning between them. As they reach the peak again, this time even more intense than before, she throws her head back with a cry that echoes through the quiet house.

Their climax seems to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure washing over them until finally they're left gasping for breath and clinging to each other for support. Her legs tremble beneath her as she struggles to stay upright, her body still trembling from the force of their lovemaking.

"God...Sebs..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with eyes glazed over from pleasure and wanting more. But even as the thought crosses her mind

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to thrust into her, their bodies moving together in a slow, sensual dance of desire. The feel of him deep inside her is unbelievable, and with each thrust she can feel herself growing closer to the edge once more. His hand moves up to cup her breast, teasing her nipple through her shirt before giving it a firm pinch that sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core.

"Oh god," she whispers, arching her back into his touch. "Don't stop...I need this." She presses herself harder against him, desperate for more contact as he continues to take her, their bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm. His other hand moves lower, finding its way between their bodies once again as he plays with her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, driving her wild with need.

Her orgasm builds, a tight coil of desire wound tighter and tighter inside her, until she can't take it anymore. With a sharp cry, her body is wracked by waves of pleasure so intense that they feel like they might tear her apart. She gasps for air, leaning heavily against the counter as she comes undone in his arms.

But even as the last tremors subside and her senses begin to return, there's no denying that a part of her doesn't want this to end. A small, wicked voice whispers in her ear: you could keep going...you could have him all night if you wanted. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating, and for a brief moment she entertains the idea of pushing things even further than they've already gone.

Her body trembles as she catches her breath, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her. The realization that they could keep going like this all night sends a shiver down her spine, and something inside her urges her to seize the moment while she can. She presses herself back against him again, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as he continues to fill her up.

With each move, she feels more connected to him, more alive than she's ever felt before. It's intoxicating and addicting, and a part of her knows that this can't last forever...but another part doesn't want it to end. As he buries himself deeper inside her with each thrust, she arches her back, moaning his name as pleasure washes over her once more.

Her heart races as she feels him grow more forceful inside her, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of need and desire. She struggles to stifle her moans, unable to believe how good this feels or how loud they must be sounding against his hand. Her eyes flutter shut, surrendering herself completely to the moment as he takes what he wants, claiming her body as his own.

She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, desperate for more contact and satisfaction. Her hips arch up off the counter, seeking greater depth with each thrust, wanting him so deep inside her it feels like they're one and the same. As her orgasm builds once more, she can feel it building inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter until she's sure she won't be able to contain it any longer.

With a gasp that barely makes its way past his hand, her body is wracked by another wave of ecstasy, shuddering violently as pleasure washes over her in crashing waves. She clings to him, their bodies trembling together as the last tremors subside and she catches her breath again. For a brief moment, they stand there, panting heavily as they try to regain their bearings. But even then, there's an unspoken understanding between them: this isn't over yet.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him pull out, leaving her empty and aching once more. But even as her body protests the loss of contact, a different kind of emptiness settles over her now that they're no longer connected in this way. She realizes with a jolt that there will be consequences to what they've just done; it wasn't just some harmless fling after all.

Her eyes meet his, and for a moment she sees something different there: not lust or desire, but regret...and maybe even fear. But before either of them can say anything more, the sound of footsteps approaching again sends them scrambling to pull themselves together. Helen straightens her clothes with shaky hands and attempts to calm her breathing as Violet appears in the doorway once more.

"Mom? Dad? Everything okay back here?" There's an anxious edge to her voice that cuts through them both like a knife, reminding them of what they've just done and the mess it has made...and will continue to make as long as their secret remains hidden.

Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Helen forces herself to meet Violet's concerned gaze with a steady one of her own. "Everything's fine, sweetie," she manages to say, struggling to keep the tremor from her voice. "Mr. Incredible was just...helping me out with some homework." She clears her throat awkwardly, trying to pretend like nothing is amiss as she smoothes her hair back from her face.

Violet looks at them both suspiciously for a moment longer before finally seeming satisfied that everything is okay. "Alright then," she says with a sigh of relief. "I'll just go watch TV or something." With one more questioning glance their way, she turns and retreats down the hallway once more, leaving Helen alone with her racing thoughts and the aftermath of what they've done.