Back With Helen

Helen selected a black domino mask, a headband with black cat ears, a pair of shiny black elbow-length PVC gloves and matching thigh-boots, to go with her black spandex catsuit and complete her ensemble for the masked ball. She would be a sexy-as-hell cat burglar, and if that outfit didn’t draw plenty of attention, then nothing would!

She took her selections to the desk and the desk clerk told her that the items would be charged to the Varko account. Helen beamed a smile. Not only was she getting to buy the sexiest clothes she’d ever owned, but someone else was footing the bill! What could be better?

But she was just getting started. She felt like a new woman, so she needed a whole new wardrobe. She told the desk clerk to tell her daughter and friends she’d meet up with them in a couple of hours or so, then took her bagged up clothes and left the store. She saw another store where she could get some other items of clothing, but then she spotted a punky store, selling clothes that punky kids and rock-chicks would shop in.

She arched an eyebrow and gave a wicked smile as a thought occurred to her. She probably had time to pay another visit to that sleazy bar, but this time she would look the part…

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Some time later, the door to that very bar swung open and several heads turned to see who was entering, then they froze, captivated by the alluring sight that presented itself.

Helen was now wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, with several horizontal rips up the legs, revealing a generous amount of her luscious thighs. The jeans were skin-tight, and showed off her curves to great effect.

She also wore a white crop-top t-shirt that left her narrow waist bare, and it was straining to contain her luscious tits. They were thrust up to form a mouth-watering cleavage by the black push-up bra that was visible through the thin fabric of the top. In bold black letters, stretched across Helen’s magnificent chest, was printed the word ‘BITCH’.

Her lower legs were encased in a pair of knee-length black PVC stiletto boots, with silver buckles and straps running up the sides.

Her hair had been tousled into a wilder style than her usual Mom-hairdo, and her makeup was thicker and more slutty than usual, and she had accessorized her new look with a pair of black leather wrist-bands with two rows of chrome spikes on each, and a studded leather collar round her beautiful throat.

After pausing for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the gloomy interior, she sauntered towards the bar, her heels clicking on the floor, and her glorious ass swaying seductively, showed off to perfect effect by the tight jeans that hugged her ass-cheeks like a second skin.

Her new (and expanded) tramp-stamp was just visible above the waistband of her jeans, as were the thin black straps of the thong she wore beneath them. She still carried two bags of shopping, including several new items she’d purchased after leaving the costume shop, and she set these down on a bar stool, then leaned forward on the bar, presenting a magnificent view of her denim-clad ass to the room at large.

She gestured to the bar-maid, who made no sign of recognizing her from the other day. She held up a hand, and ordered a bourbon. Then she heard a familiar voice, and looked over to see her old biker ‘friend’ approaching from the back of the bar, where he was holding court with his bevy of biker-sluts.

“Let me but the lady’s drink,” he said in his gruff voice as he joined Helen at the bar, making no attempt to hide that he was checking out her glorious ass in the tight jeans. She gave him a wicked smile. “I’ll take the drink, but I’m no lady. Allow me to prove it to you.”

Helen pointed to her shopping bags and the grimy biker picked them up, then followed her as she walked sexily towards the dimly-lit rear of the bar. She recognized several of the rock chicks who had been there the other day, and she smiled as she stood facing them. Then she pointed to a chair, and the biker sat himself in it, after depositing her shopping bags on the floor nearby.

Helen stood in front of him, hands on broad hips, and began to sway in time to the trashy rock music that was playing loudly in the bar. The loutish biker sneered up at her. “Couldn’t get enough of me, eh? Had to come back for more.”

Helen sneered back down at him. “Hmmmm. Something like that.” So saying, she turned around and bent over, swaying her bounteous ass back and forth in front of his face, the broad ass-cheeks looking mouth-watering in the tight denim jeans.

He reached up and gripped her ass with both hands, but then Helen reached back and slapped his hands away, hard. “You don’t get to touch until I say so, you dirty punk. Not this time.”

Not missing a beat, she continued dancing, noticing that several of the sleazy bar patrons were moving closer to get a better look at her erotic display. That was good. She found that she wanted an audience.

She opened her legs and crouched before the scummy biker, rolling her ass back and forth in a slow, sensual ‘twerking’ motion, in time to the rock beat. Then she brought her lags back together and reached down, unfastening the button on her tight jeans, and slowly tugging down the zipper. Climbing up onto the table in front of the biker and his bevvy of skanks, she reached down and slid off each of her boots, then began to tug the tight jeans down past her hips and ass.

It was no easy feat. The jeans were very tight, and her hips and ass were wide and luscious. But with the right amount of pulling, her ass popped free, her broad, toned buttocks bare, framed by the tiny black thong she wore.

The biker licked his lips in anticipation as he eyed that glorious ass again, noting with interest the new tramp stamp that had appeared above it. That hadn’t been there when he’d fucked her the other day!

Climbing back down from the table, Helen danced sensually, tugging teasingly at the thin side-straps of the thong, then sliding it down past her ass, and flung it to the side. Now naked from the waist down, but still with her large, round breasts contained within her bra and the ‘BITCH’ t-shirt top, she moved to where the biker was sitting, and pointed to the large bulge in his own grimy jeans.

“Get it out,” she commanded.

Smirking with arrogance, the biker happily complied, tugging out his large cock. “Tamed you the other day, didn’t I bitch?”

She smirked back at him with a haughty but seductive smile. “No, bitch. You didn’t tame me. You helped to set me free.”

Then she turned away from him again and straddled him, lowering her glistening pussy towards the tip of his cock. She rubbed her pussy gently against the bulb of his bell-end, letting his pre-cum mingle with her own sweet juices, then with a contented hum, she lowered herself onto it.

He wasn’t as big as Zoltan, but he was certainly bigger than her husband. And once again, the thrill of cheating on Kent with some nameless biker was intoxicating. She moaned with pleasure as she sank down and felt his balls pressing against her pussy, the tip of his cock buried deep within her luscious fuck-tunnel.

She began riding him hard, reverse cowgirl style, undulating her pelvis and ass as she fucked his large cock for all she was worth. This time, she was in control! She groaned and moaned like a harlot as she looked around and saw that she had quite an audience of perverts and reprobates. That gave her an immense thrill too!

She then noticed three of the skanky biker sluts approaching. Two dropped to their knees in front of her and began taking turns licking her clit while she rode their leader. The third leaned down to Helen’s face and pulled her chin forward into a kiss. Helen opened her mouth and was surprised when the skank let her mouthful of whisky slide into Helen’s mouth, followed by her probing tongue.

The two women swirled their tongues around in the strong liquor, then Helen swallowed the delicious mixture of whisky and spit. Moaning, she continued deeply kissing the slut while the other two lashed at her clit with their tongues as the hot MILF turned rock-slut rode the biker for all her worth, with a bar full of sleazy scumbags watching the show. It was more fun than she’d ever had in her life!

Idly, Helen found herself wondering what her daughter would think if she could see her prudish mother now…