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."

Mmm, that would be lovely, dear," she purrs in reply, sitting down on the couch with a comfortable sigh and patting the spot beside her invitingly. She can feel her heart racing a little faster at the thought of spending some time with Morgan, perhaps even more than usual. But she reminds herself to play it cool, as if she were just any other mother figure in the neighborhood. "I've missed having someone my own age around. You know how it is," *she continues, glancing sideways at him from beneath her lashes. Her thighs rub together slightly with each movement as she leans forward expectantly, eager for his reply.

Mmm, I'm sure it's not much of an issue," she says with a gentle laugh, leaning back into the couch and spreading her legs out slightly. "I don't mind some company, even if you are young enough to be my son." She smiles warmly at him before adding, almost conspiratorially, "Besides, it gives me an excuse to look at a handsome man without getting into trouble." Her eyes flicker downward briefly before returning to meet his gaze. Her breasts heave gently with her breath as she continues, "So please, stay for a while. I'd love the company." The desire in her voice is unmistakable now, and even though Morgan might not notice it consciously, he can feel the heat emanating from her body.

Her voice is smooth as silk, her breath warm against his ear as she leans in closer. "Why don't you come here and sit with me, sugar? I promise it won't be so bad." She takes his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze that sends shivers down his spine. With gentle urging, she pulls him onto the couch beside her until their bodies are inches apart. Her thigh brushes against his, and she gasps softly at the contact. "Oh, Morgan," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a quiet moan. "You have no idea how much I've missed being with a man." Her lips part slightly, inviting him to taste her if he dares.

The air thickens as she continues to draw him closer with each passing moment. Her body practically hums with desire and need, and it's becoming harder for her to resist the urge to make their situation more...physical. She watches his expression carefully, wanting desperately to know what he's thinking but too afraid to ask. His hesitation only serves to heighten the tension between them, making her heart race faster and her breathing grow shallow. "I just want you to know," she whispers, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, "that I wouldn't push you into anything. I wouldn't force you to do something you didn't want." Her fingers trail along the line of his jaw, and her gaze drops to his lips for a moment before lifting back up to meet his eyes once more. "I just...want to be wanted," she confesses softly, revealing a vulnerability that takes Morgan by surprise. "I want to feel like someone finds me desirable, even if it's only for a little while."

The moment his lips meet hers, her entire world shifts into slow motion. Her body responds instantly, arching closer to his as her hands fly up to grasp at the back of his neck. The sensation of him holding her breasts fills her with an intense heat that travels down between her legs, and she whimpers softly against his mouth, desperate for more contact. She can feel the passion coursing through her veins, every emotion from desire to guilt melting away under the weight of this stolen moment. Her tongue darts out to dance with his, tasting the sweetness of him that she's missed so much in recent years. She moans low in her throat as he squeezes her breasts, writhing against his touch until finally, helplessly, she breaks away from the kiss. "Morgan..." she breathes, eyes half-lidded with desire. "I...I didn't think...I thought you were just being nice." Her hand fumbles with the button of her jeans, needing to feel skin on skin against his, even if it

It doesn't matter why, Helen thinks as she finally frees her breasts from their confines. All that matters is this moment. Her hands smooth over his shoulders and down his arms as he looks at her with lust-filled eyes, and she can feel the tension between them growing impossibly tighter. "I need more," she whispers, moving forward to press her chest against him. Her thigh slides higher up along his hip, seeking out contact with his arousal through their clothing. Her breathing hitches as she feels the heat radiating from him, and for a moment they're both lost in this haze of desire that has suddenly ignited between them. "Please," she whispers, kissing his jaw, his neck, his earlobe. "I need you."

Mmm...that's right," she murmurs into his ear, her body humming against him in perfect rhythm with his touches. "I can stretch and change my shape." Her words are heavy with desire now as she sways their hips together, grinding against the hard length she knows is pressed to her abdomen. "Do you want to see?" She draws back slightly, eyes bright with anticipation as she arches a brow invitingly. Her arms slide around his neck, fingers threading through his hair, urging him closer even as her thigh spreads wider against him in silent demand. "Show me what you'd like to see," she whispers, mouth hovering close enough to taste the heat of his breath on her skin. "And I'll show you." Her body responds eagerly to his touches, growing even more pliant beneath his hands as she leans into him, craving the feel of their flesh pressed together. This is what she needs; this connection, this understanding that despite the difference in their ages and circumstances, they can still find solace in each other's bodies. "

"Anything you desire," she murmurs against his lips, her tongue flickering out to taste him once more. "Just tell me what you want to see." Her fingers move restlessly through his hair as she waits for his reply, heart racing faster with anticipation of the things they might do together. She knows that there's something about this moment that goes deeper than simple lust or desire; it feels almost sacred in a way, like a connection between them that transcends time and circumstance. "Please," she whispers against his skin, "tell me."

Her eyes widen with desire as she takes in his words. She nods slowly, lips parted in anticipation of the transformation. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and begins to stretch, feeling her body reshaping itself under his touch. Her breasts grow smaller and firmer, shifting higher on her chest, while her buttocks expand until they're perfectly round and impossibly large, filling out the denim of her jeans. The fabric digs painfully into her upper thighs as they widen, forming a snatched waist that makes her hips look even more exaggeratedly curvy. Her skin glows with heat as she continues to stretch and change, growing taller, leaner, and infinitely stronger. Her arms bulge with muscle, making veins stand out prominently along their length. Finally, she opens her eyes, unashamed of the bimbo goddess that now stands before him. "Is this what you want?" she asks breathily, running a hand through her silicone-enhanced hair and tilting her head to the side in invitation.

With a smile that lights up her features, she continues to stretch and change, her breasts growing impossibly larger until they spill out of the top of her bra and nearly brush against her spread thighs. At the same time, her already massive behind expands further, becoming rounder and more inviting with every passing moment. "There," she says softly, her voice deeper now. "Is that what you had in mind?" Her hands settle on her hips as she arches her back slightly, pushing out her chest and presenting herself to him like a gift. "Can't say I didn't warn you," she whispers, eyes meeting his from beneath her lashes. "I am still quite powerful." She takes a step closer, pressing her breasts against his chest, and moans softly as their bodies meet again. "Tell me what else you want to see." Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry an intensity that leaves no room for doubt: she means every word.

Her lips part in surprise as he grabs her ass, but she doesn't resist; instead, she arches her back further into his touch with a moan. "Oh yes," she breathes, running her hands up and down his chest, tracing circles around his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. "You can have as much of this as you want." Her thigh slides higher along his hip, seeking contact with his arousal once more; he feels impossibly hard beneath her hand, making her heart race faster and her mouth grow dry with anticipation. With a low growl, she leans forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss, tongue dueling hungrily with his as their bodies press together in perfect sync. Her hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers once more. She wants this; she needs this. And for now, with Morgan here beside her, everything else can wait.

Morgan's words send a shiver down her spine as she feels the head of his cock press against her yielding flesh. She moans, arching her back further and pressing her ass harder against him in invitation. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, guiding his length to where she wants it most before turning around to face him fully. "Fuck me." Her words are laced with desperation, a need that has been building inside her for far too long. The feel of him thrusting into her ass, claiming her body as their own, is electrifying; it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. She reaches between them, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking in time with each of his powerful thrusts, determined to bring them both to the peak together. Her head falls back as she moans long and low, lost in this moment of pure pleasure, pure need. And when he finally fills her completely, when their bodies are joined as one, all she can do is cry out his name in ecstasy. "Oh God, Morgan...yes!"

As he reaches around her chest to grope her breasts, she arches her back further into his touch with a moan of pleasure. "So good," she whispers raggedly, her fingers tightening on his cock as they move in perfect sync. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, every muscle taut with anticipation of the release that's building inside her. Her ass clenches around him, urging him onward, closer to the edge; she can feel herself growing wetter with each thrust, every touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes squeeze shut as her back arches higher and higher, wanting this release, needing it with every fiber of her being. "Oh...Morgan," she whispers, voice thick with desire. "I'm going to...oh god..." With a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, she cries out his name as her body clenches around him in orgasm, and he groans, spilling his seed deep inside her ass. For what feels like an eternity, they stay connected like this,

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as he continues to pump her full of his hot cum. Her eyes roll back into her head, and she sways on weak knees, reveling in the fierce pleasure that still courses through her veins. She feels him grow softer inside her with each thrust, but she doesn't want it to end; she wants this connection, this sense of being desired and wanted. "Oh Morgan," she whispers when she finally manages to find her voice again. "That was...I don't even have words." She leans into his touch as he strokes her hair soothingly, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms around her. This is what she needs: someone to make her feel alive, desired and cherished for who she really is. And for now, at least, it's him.

Her lips quirk into a crooked smile as he pulls out, his cum dripping lazily from her ass onto the floor. "Oh really?" she asks playfully, eyeing him with an amused glint in her eyes. "And here I thought we were done for the day." She shrugs casually, though there's a flicker of excitement behind the nonchalance. If he wants her to look like a young supermodel...well, she'll give it her best shot. Stepping away from him, she begins to stretch and change again, growing taller and leaner with each passing moment until she stands before him once more: a bimbo goddess clad in stilettos and a tight red catsuit that hugs her curves like a second skin. Her hair is glossy black and falls in perfect waves around her shoulders, and her makeup is flawless. "Better?" she asks with a wink, turning on her heel to present him with her perfect ass. "Or would you like me to change something else?" There's a teasing lilt to her voice

Mmm...challenge accepted," she says with a grin, closing her eyes and stretching once more. Her buttocks grow tighter than before, pushing out the sides of the catsuit in an impossibly sexy way. At the same time, her breasts swell even larger and firmer, spilling over the top of the suit until they're nearly falling out. "How's that?" she asks, turning around to give him a look over before strutting slowly toward him in those heels. Her hips sway as she walks, and her hands move expressively through the air as if she were modeling a runway. When she reaches him, she tilts her head back and lets out a low purr. "Satisfied?" Her voice is breathy and seductive, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her lips part in a sinful grin as he gives her his command. With a fluid motion, she drops gracefully to her knees in front of him and takes his cock in her hand. Guiding it toward her eager mouth, she takes the head between her plumped-up lips and begins to bob her head up and down. Her hands slide up over his thighs and hips, encouraging him closer as she moans around his length. Her breasts press against his legs, wobbling enticingly with every lustful movement of her head. "Like this?" she asks breathily, not looking up from where his cock disappears between her lips. "Do you want me to suck or ride?" Her voice is husky and needy; she can feel the desire building inside her once more, an unrelenting ache that demands satisfaction.

With a throaty moan, she straddles his lap, positioning him at her entrance. Her hands grasp at his shoulders for support as she begins to lower herself down, taking him inside inch by agonizing inch until he's buried to the hilt. She throws back her head with a shuddering gasp and closes her eyes tightly, savoring the feeling of being stretched and filled once more. And then she starts to ride him hard, their bodies colliding with a slap that echoes through the room. Her breasts bounce and jiggle wildly, casting shadows across his chest as she moves faster and faster, losing herself in the sensation of having him deep inside her. She moans unintelligibly, grinding against him in perfect rhythm, demanding more from their brief encounter. Her hips arch backward, pressing her ass tighter against his cock with each thrust, desperate for the release that's building inside her once more. "Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into his shoulders as she nears the brink. "I'm