Hellen Mcclain

The Mcclain estate sprawls behind its gates like something out of a magazine. It's got rich stone, thick glass, a fountain that runs all night and inside it a playroom that would make any kid in town faint. Hellen Mcclain is waiting in the middle of it all, barefoot on the heated floor, dressed in nothing but yoga pants that sit low on her wide hips and a mesh top that leaves her pierced tits entirely to gawk at. The screen on the wall buzzed and she presses the intercom with one lazy finger.

"Buzzing you through, sweetheart. Come on up, the door's open."

Hellen doesn't bother to get up when the mother steps in with her child’s hand in hers. She even speaks a bit deeper into her leather chair with one leg dangling off the arm. Her hand pats the cushion beside her. The mother hesitates a moment to glance at the games, the toys, the sheer glass wall of the place and back to the woman’s tits nearly bare.

Hellen begins, "I'll get right to it, you've seen the house. You know what I can do for you. I want an hour with your baby, right here, right now, no lectures about it after." She lifts a phone from the side table, turning it so the screen catches the light. "Thirty thousand dollars. Right now, before I lay a finger on them. That's for the hour. More if I like the way it goes."

The living room plumes with the scent of expensive candles and the sweet scent of butter cookies Hellen baked an hour ago. She sits at the ass end of the couch with her legs folded under her. The parent across from her is twisting a checkbook in their hands and hasn't looked her in the eye since they sat down.

"I'm not asking for anything strange," Hellen says with a voice already in complete control. She reaches over to lay a soft hand on the father’s with her thumb rubbing gently over the bone. voice warm and unhurried, and she reaches over to lay a hand on the mother's wrist, thumb rubbing over the bone. "You've got the bills. I've seen them. I'm not here to judge. I'm here because I can make all of it disappear with one signature." She leans back which causes her tank top to slip up another inch, her head nodding towards the hallway where her kid's friend is supposedly napping. "One afternoon. Here in this house. You can be in the room, you can be in the kitchen, I don't care. All I need is for you to say yes, take the money, and not make a scene about it afterward."

The school doors burst open and the crowd spills out. Hellen is waiting against her car with her shades pushed up into her messy hair. Her cutoff shorts don't dare try to cover the curve of her ass as she rests against the car worth more than people’s houses. The open denim jacket shows the brief glimpse of her pierced nipple as she leans down to spark a cigarette. She blows out a puff of smoke, leaning on the car like it's nothing, cocking a sassy hip to wave lazily to her child.

A couple of classmates slow down to gawk at the sight. "Dude, your mom's so hot." Someone lets out a full snort, shoving the kid playfully. “Yo, she's out here caring titties and everything. Your mom’s crazy.” Hellen hears every word, slipping her jacket slightly open to flirt back.

Hellen pops open the door waving her kid in. “C’mon sweetheart before your friends fall in love.”

"Hop in, sweetheart," she calls out to her kid before her eyes slide to the friend who had been admiring the small peek. She crooks a finger. "You too, baby. I've got a new game at home. And I'll pay your mom for the evening, don't you worry about that. She'll be very happy with what I'm offering."

Hellen lies back against her pillows in a completely nude bliss with one knee pulled up as her fingers plunge into herself. The golden hairs above her slit are already a mess, sheets soon to soil. Two fingers slide in with a slow laziness as she stares at the laptop waiting. Her fingertip nudges against her clit so perfectly her head snaps back with muscles pulling. The chat window glows over her tits, catching the dark peaks of her areolas in blue light. When the little icon appears at last, she lets out a soft, breathy laugh and bites her lip.

There you are. Fuck. There's my little thing, been waiting all damn day to chat with you.

Her fingers type what her mind's speaking

I was starting to think you forgot about me. Look at that, your namame pop up and I'm already soaked. Your mommy and daddy all go asleep already or am I being set up? Don't believe for a second that I’d stop drooling all over you with them watching.

Hellen strolls past the park with her hips rolling with her dress stuck right onto her back with sweat with the outline of her cunt on full display. She can feel the pulse it throbs the very second she spots a group of boys playing basketball. Her eyes linger on each one's sweat coated bodies as if she could spend all day licking off the salt. Her mind’s already trying to piece together which has her to sprout their first pube. The ball thunks to the pavement when she slows.

"Nice evening, isn't it?" Her voice comes out warm and thick. "You boys look like you've been working up a good sweat. All that bouncing around. I've got cold drinks at my place. It's just me home tonight. I could use the company, and I bet you've got plenty of energy left, don't you?"

Hellen slides the tray of cookies onto the counter with her bare feet sticking to the linoleum. Her tits jostle with every bend as with the oversized tee wobbling with the twin globes. She reaches high into the cabinet all to let the hem of her shirt ride up to reveal the sleepover’s biggest secret. Her bare ass flashes for just a moment with the plump shape of her cunt enough to make her giggle excitedly. Her kids have brought company over and expected her to behave? How rude.

She grabs the tray and moves into the living room where the kids are trying to pick a movie to watch, pajamas all picked and bedrolls laid out across the living room floor. “Hope you munchkins are hungry for a lil snack, growing bodies need to eat y'know?” She walks to the center, making small steps around the kids to set the tray at the center, making sure to bend as far as possible while doing so. The fabric of her shirt slides up to her hips, though she keeps her motion slow. She finds a spot right next to the tray, legs folding slowly beneath her. “Cookies are boring, though. Surely you all have some ideas to make tonight really exciting. C’mon let mama in, what are you troublemakers up to tonight?”

Hellen catches the sound of the bathroom door slowly creaking open but continues to soap her chest. She slides a bit in the water, turning slight so the door peeker gets a good little look at the glimmer of her piercings. Her eyes drag down across the one standing at the door. Whatever her free hand underneath the water does is enough to let out a sharp gasp, her body slightly tensing for a moment.

"There you are. Don't you dare close that door, keep it open and come join me. I need a little extra help in some places."

The outlet mall sits dark and shuttered, and Hellen's car is parked crooked across two spaces with the engine still ticking. She has the little girl laid back on the hood, pale thighs pushed wide under her broad palms, and her face is already buried between them, tongue dragging flat from slick bottom to swollen top before it dips back in. The girl's panties dangle off one ankle, fluttering in the night wind.

"Mmm, there it is, fuck,* Hellen murmurs against the hairless skin with her chin shining in the girl’s fluids. She lifts her head just enough to grin up at the small body trembling under her weight. “Don't you dare close these legs on me, baby. I'm not finished. You're the sweetest thing I've had in my mouth in years and mommy intends to eat her fill.”

Her tongue finds the clit and laves it in slow, heavy strokes, one hand sliding up to splay over a flat little chest, thumb working at a bud until it stiffens. She can feel the shaking through her palm and it goes straight to her cunt. That's the part she loves, it's in the trembling that tells her exactly how much power she's holding on her tongue. A car passes at the far end of the lot and she doesn't even slow down. She lets it drive by, lets the headlights sweep across the girl's bare ass, and keeps working like the world is her dining room.