Helen works hard as a Sales Manager for a packaging manufacturer in the central part of the UK, the Midlands. At home with her, is her 6 year old daughter Jenny. Her step son Philip now 19, is away studying film and media at university. The Ex husband has set up home with his third wife, a twenty year old child bride and seems to have little interest in either of his children.
Helen finished her day late as usual and picked up Jenny from a friend nearby, who collects her from school most days and gives her tea.
"Thanks Jez, you're a lifesaver as usual. God my job is getting me down, the hours. Well paid, but so boring and all those lecherous Sales Managers, grabbing at me, I'm so sick of it.
Sorry love, not your problem I know." Helen finished.
"At least you've got someone pawing you, not surprised with that face and body. Why did that loser husband cheat on you for goodness sake?" Her friend replied.
"Like most men, the little brain he has is in his cock, I'm well rid. Look we must make a wine drenched evening of it soon. I'm going to see Philip this weekend, if the stupid bastard in question, holds to his promise to have his daughter, just once would be nice for her.
Now I must relieve you of my gorgeous daughter, thanks again.
Jenny, stop watching the telly now and come to Mum."
A little blond rocket shoots out and grabs her Mother.
Helen picked up her daughter and after further thanks, took her out to the car. At least her lousy job comes with a nice car, a sporty 3 series BMW. They chat away in the car about her daughter's day at school and when they get home she gives her a quick bath and some milk and fruit before going to bed. The little girl is the one good thing to come out of her brief three year marriage. She adores her and her step son, who is a great lad too.
When Jenny is settled, Helen heated up some of yesterday's lasagne and slumps in front of the telly with half a bottle of red wine. As soon as the meal is finished and the dishes are in the dishwasher, she went upstairs for a shower to get off the days grime. In truth, her job involves a lot more than groping. You don't get the best sales figures in the company by flashing a bit of thigh and cleavage. Helen admired herself in the mirror as she went through her night time beauty regime, cold cream, moisturisers and the rest. At 33 she was still desirable, stomach pretty flat, long shapely legs and her best feature, 38D still firm tits, with big suck able nipples, if only, if only.
Too often, the big orders come at a price, a disgusting one, bent over a desk, short skirt up and underwear down. Fucked without any foreplay, by another obese, sweaty, grunting old man. She's really good at this though, moaning encouragement and pretending to orgasm, just to get it over with. Then usually the hard slap on her ass and squatting down to lick the shrivelled old cock clean .
Helen has this down to a perfect routine. She knows generally who'll need the encouragement to place a big order and wears some weapons grade lingerie that day and lubricates before the meeting, to make the idiot think she has the hots for him.
She was careful to wash herself out carefully, to get rid of the last trace of her humiliation. The worst of it is the bitch secretaries, they know of course, probably have the same treatment when Helen isn't there. The knowing smiles, the contempt, as if they are any better. Despite all this sex, Helen can't remember the last time she had an actual orgasm, except from her toys.
Finally, Helen slips on a nightdress and heads to bed. Despite the exhaustion the right hand spreads her labia and works on the clitoris. As usual, her fantasies centre around Philip, to her shame. Her own son, alright step son, but she felt about him as she would a son, despicable.
Next morning, having shaken her daughter awake, she went downstairs to boil them both an egg. When it was ready, she shouted up the stairs,
"Come on sweet pea, or I'll eat your egg too."
Her daughter ran down the stairs, screaming in protest.
"Now you remember you're going to daddy this weekend, when I go to see Philip at Uni."
"Oh mummy, why can't I come too?"
"You haven't seen your dad in weeks, he wants to see you."
"No he doesn't and that women really doesn't," Jenny finished, sulking.
"Don't say that. you know your dad loves you."
Jenny shook her head angrily.
"Jen, please don't think that. How could anyone not love someone perfect like you.
Now finish that milk, or we'll be late for school and mum will be in trouble again."
They rushed out to the car and Helen struggled not to cry. It was true, her bastard ex could hardly be bothered with his kids, either of them. She'd speak to him before the weekend, ask him to make a special fuss of his daughter. No six year old should think her dad didn't care about her.
The weekly routine rushed by and on Friday, Helen had Jenny's bag packed for her dad to collect her. She even tried to be civil to the pig on the doorstep, as she hugged Jen goodbye.
Next morning, she threw a bag into the car and headed off to Manchester, where Philip was studying, Media and Film. Meeting up at his student flat, he gave her a warm hug, perhaps a bit too warm. He crushed her breasts against his chest and noticed her slight flush.
"Do you mind, we're meeting a few friends at a pub nearby to grab a bite. Then I'll show you around our studio, let you see what we're doing, OK?"
"Fine, I'd like to meet you're friends. Things are going well then, the course, social life?"
"Yes, great, we're even uploading short films onto the web, getting great feedback too.
Now come on, we can walk to the pub."
They strode off together, arm in arm. Helen felt happier than she had for ages, as they chatted about their lives. When they arrived, his friends were already sat at a table, nursing pints. She was briefly introduced, then they went to the bar to order drinks and sandwiches.
The boys eyed her up, appreciatively. Her short skirt accentuated a shapely firm ass and long legs and the tight blouse, her large firm breasts. They grinned at each other.
"She's perfect, do you think she'll agree, will Phil agree, she is his mum?" Andy said softly.
"Step Mum remember, I bet his lusted after her for years. What a babe, a woman, not the usual dim 18 year old airhead we normally meet. We just have to be friendly, encouraging and hope." Dave replied.
"If we can load it onto the subscription site, we could really rake the money in. I Don't know bout you, but my bank account is pretty empty." Bill chipped in.
"Come on guys, it's about the experience, making, editing the film." Conrad chipped in.
"Bull shitter, it's about banging that gorgeous woman, if we can, if she's, you know, up for it." Dave shot back.
" Now she's coming back, friendly and welcoming everyone."
Two of them got up to pull up chairs and make room. They really did get on well. laughing, giggling, chatting amiably. Helen was really enjoying herself.
"Did Phil ask, would you like a trip to the studio, look at some of the stuff we've been working on?" Conrad asked, he seemed to be the unofficial boss.
Helen nodded her agreement, admiring him as he stood up. God, he must be 6ft 6, very well built and very black. She took in the lump in his jeans, it seemed huge. Now that was stereotyping, about black cocks, still, be nice to find out.
Behave yourself, she thought, shameless bitch. They were all young enough to be her own kids, well just. Later, she was walking down the street, laughing, arm in arm with a handsome young man on each side.
"Two girls on the course, Sandy and Emma, Em, will be there, doing some work on a project." Philip explained.
After about 20 minutes they arrived at a lecture block and went up to nearly the top floor, into their studio. The place was pretty empty. When they arrived, Sandy and Emma introduced themselves. Then Philip took her around to some of the exhibits on the wall, drawings, photos of Manchester.
Sandy looked at the other boys, "What are we doing guys, she's nice, she's Phil's step mum, does he know about it?" Dave shrugged.
"OK then, given the chance, we'll run the cameras as we agreed, but I don't like it and I don't think she'll be up for it, in fact I'm sure she won't be." Emma finished.
