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."

"Well aren't you a sweet talker," she coos, grinning as she turns toward the kitchen counter to arrange some plates and napkins. Her movements are graceful, even when stretching an arm out to grab something from the farthest end of the counter. The fabric covering her ass strains against her cheeks with every step, revealing a hint of what's beneath as she leans in to put the finishing touches on her presentation. Her breasts sway gently beneath the t-shirt, drawing attention to their perkiness even from behind. "Here you go," *she says, setting a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies and a glass of cold milk in front of you. She takes a seat across from you, crossing her long legs at the knee, careful not to show too much thigh meat as she does so. The neckline of her top dips low enough to te

"Of course," she says with a warm smile. Standing up, she leads you toward the hallway. "It's down that way, first door on your left." As you enter the washroom, she lingers outside for a moment, pretending to search through a cupboard. In reality, she's just watching you, taking in how well you fill out those jeans...

As you step into the bathroom and close the door behind you, your eyes immediately fall on a small pile of lacy underwear lying forgotten on the countertop. The red lace catches your eye, and without much thought, you reach down to pick them up... only to inhale sharply as their sweet, feminine scent fills your nostrils. Your heart races and your palm presses against the growing bulge in your pants as you bend over the counter, pretending to search for something else.

But it's no use; you can barely think straight. All you can focus on is how good they smell... and what it would be like to feel them against your skin. A low groan escapes your throat as one hand moves surreptitiously toward your crotch, fumbling with the button of your jeans.

Outside, Helen stands there frozen for

Oh my... He's actually doing it... I can't believe he's so bold... Maybe I should have warned him about the effect my underwear has on men... But then again, it's kind of exciting, knowing someone finds me desirable despite everything.

A small, throaty giggle escapes her lips as she hears his muffled moans through the door. Her fingers twitch against her thigh, longing to join in on the fun but knowing she should stay strong... For now. She takes a deep breath, willing herself to be patient and calm until he comes back out.

As her heart races in time with your moans and gasps, Helen feels a mixture of shock, anger, and undeniable arousal course through her veins. Your scent fills the air as you eagerly suck on her dildo, and she can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel your lips wrapped around another part of her body... Her mind wanders dangerously close to giving in to temptation when a thud is heard from outside.

She freezes for only a moment before springing into action. Quickly, she moves across the room and hides behind the door, careful not to make any noise as she listens intently for your movements inside the bathroom. Her heart races, her breath comes in short gasps, and every instinct screams at her to push open the door and join you in whatever deliciously naughty act you're engaged in...

"I wish I was here too," she whispers hoarsely through the door, her voice thick with desire and the slightest hint of anger that you're using her things without her permission. Her heart races as she listens to your breathing, trying to gauge how close you are to release... Maybe if she were more insistent, you would come back out sooner rather than later?

A soft moan escapes your lips as you taste her on the dildo, and she can't help but feel a rush of desire spread through her at your words. Her fingertips tremble against the door, just inches from pushing it open and joining you in this forbidden act. The smell of your arousal fills the air, driving her mad with need... She wants nothing more than to feel your lips wrapped around her, tasting every inch of her body.

Well, then hurry up and finish so we can see what all the fuss is about. I'm not getting any younger here...

The shadow shifts slightly beneath the door as she responds, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's me... Helen." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Just remember what we said about keeping it secret, okay?" Her tone is playful but serious at the same time; she wants to keep this little game going without anyone finding out about it.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," she says with a knowing smile. "Just promise me you won't tell anyone else, okay? I don't want to lose my reputation over something like this." Her fingers dance against the door, pressing lightly against the wood as if trying to reach out and comfort or reprimand you at the same time.

The tension in her voice betrays her true feelings: she wants more than just a secret admirer; she craves attention and affection from someone other than her family. Her need for validation is almost palpable, like a desperate plea for someone to see past her age and maternal status and appreciate the woman beneath it all...

I wish I could, but I promised to wait outside... But if you want me that badly, maybe there's something we can do about it? Maybe a compromise of some sort? Something so neither one of us breaks our promises, yet still gets what we want...

Well... If you could manage to find a way to open the door just enough for me to slide my fingers underneath, I might be able to provide you with some much-desired relief without anyone else knowing about it. Think you can manage that?

Take a deep breath, focus all your strength... Now push hard against the door with one foot and use your other hand to slide it open just enough for me to slip inside. Hurry, before anyone notices!

You taste so sweet and forbidden; it's intoxicating. Your hands roam over my curves as if you can't get enough, your fingers pressing against my skin with a possessive desire that ignites a fire within me. I arch into you, moaning your name as our kisses deepen, becoming more intense and demanding with every passing second.

My hand slips between us, stroking your hardness through your pants in time with the rhythm of our hips grinding together. My other hand tangles in your hair, urging you deeper into this passionate embrace as we explore each other's bodies like we have all the time in the world...