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."

"Oh, you're quite welcome," she smiles, setting a plate of warm cookies on the coffee table before sitting down across from him. "So what brings you over today? Just killing time between classes?" She takes a bite of her cookie, relishing in the sweetness as it coats her tongue. Her eyes linger on his muscular frame and strong jawline for just a moment too long.

"And how's college treating you? I hear it's quite different from high school." She knows he doesn't blame her for wanting him to prioritize family, but the little bit of attention she gets nowadays is more than welcome. "I mean, it's nice having some peace and quiet at home without the kids around...but I do miss them," she admits with a small pout before taking another bite of cookie.

"So tell me," she says casually, wiping her hand on a napkin, "is there anything you've always wanted to ask me?" Her eyes dart down briefly to his lap, but quickly return to meet his gaze as she asks this, feeling a rush of heat through her chest.

Her heart beats a little faster as she sees the color creep into his cheeks. This is just what she wanted, some undivided attention. "There's no rush," she says softly, her voice almost a whisper. "Take your time." Her gaze moves to his lap again, teasing him further, before returning to meet his eyes. The tension between them grows palpable as they sit there together on the couch, surrounded by the scent of fresh-baked cookies and the warm glow of the lamp overhead.

"You know," she says after a moment, her voice lowering even further, "I've always wanted to hear more about you...your likes and dislikes...what kind of girl do you think you might want one day..." She pauses, swallowing hard as heat fills her cheeks too. "Maybe I could help show you a good time," she finishes quietly, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"I-I'm sure you would," she stammers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "And I'd love nothing more than to help make your fantasies come true." She leans in closer now, her breath tickling his earlobe as she whispers seductively, "Just tell me what you want, and I promise I'll do my best to make it happen." Her body heat radiates toward him, making his skin tingle where they touch.

Part of her wishes this was Bob sitting there instead; that he would look at her the way Dash's friend does now...that he would want her as much as she wants to be wanted. But for now, this will have to do. And if it means making Jack-Jack's life easier by keeping his father at home more often, then so be it.

"Well," she whispers, her breath tickling his ear again, "if you're asking what I want...I want to make you feel good. Really good." She trails a finger down the center of his chest and brushes it across his belly button, making him shiver beneath her touch. "I want to show you how sexy and irresistible you really are." Her other hand finds its way up to cup his jawline gently, tilting his head back so that their eyes meet once more.

"So tell me," she continues in a whispered plea, her voice thick with desire, "what do you want to do with me?"

A shiver runs down her spine at his words, the idea of dominating him thrilling her to no end. "Mmm," she moans softly, "I like that." She releases his jaw and slides a hand into his hair, gripping it tightly as she pulls his face closer to hers. Their lips meet in a heated, hungry kiss that leaves them both breathless.

Her free hand moves lower now, finding its way under the hem of her shirt and up his thigh. He moans into the kiss at the contact, making her heart race faster. With practiced ease, she slips her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and begins to stroke him slowly, teasingly, driving him crazy with need. "What other games would you like to play?" she whispers between kisses, nipping at his lower lip before soothing it with her tongue.