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Late evening after the Airport…
Having slept off most of her day due to muscle relaxers Margo could only lay around weeping at the loss of her son Elliot. She knew he would come home again but this was her first ever moment of complete solitude that did not last longer than eight hours. Elliot would always return home from school each day. Now that return would be in six months. Would she go mad in that time? It felt as if she might. Of course, she would have new roommates moving in to help contain her sanity. She hoped.
“I can’t stop thinking about that truck ride. Their hands were all over me. If I had allowed it they might have stripped me naked right in front of my son. I was so very close on the way home. Cabot and Eric actually had their dicks out under my ass. Skin on skin is impossible not to notice. Did I give away that I felt them throbbing under me? If not for Elliot I think I’d have masturbated in front of all five boys. That would have went over deliciously.”
Margo Needy lay in bed using her vibrator for the last three hours. She just could not stop torturing herself intimately. Elliot’s four friends plus one more were too handsome to ignore. Teasing was becoming far too easy. She wanted their attentions badly, at the same time fearing the long term outcome. This whole living together thing was going to be amazing, yet terrifying. Once she fed on them, they her, there would be no stopping. Margo Needy wasn’t certain she wanted to stop. Before when her husband Darryl was alive she was a sexual beast at his command. Now with him gone, her life and appetite was her own. She was ready to fuck the world.
“Come to Margo…Cabot…Brian…Heath…Eric…yessssssssss.” Gusher after gusher…orgasm after orgasm…scream after scream. Not a soul to hear. DAMMIT! She needed to feel closer to them but how? She found herself tempted to call them as they had her, yet knew that would be too obvious. In the beginning there needed to be a certain reality before allowing fantasy to rule them, she included.
“Brian’s brother Jeff stood by outside the truck as I peed on the interstate. He kept my panties. That had to have tipped the boys off that I was extremely turned on by them.” More moans escalate through an already hoarse throat. Her toy dipping deep and sensually as Brian fucked her in her visions. A strange turn in images found his brother Jeff grabbing her after she had just urinated along the highway and slammed her against his brothers truck, taking her from behind as vehicles in passing observed. That scene alone sent her body into another round of convulsions. The night was young.
“Jeff groped me when I was dropped off at home. All of the boys noticed that. Surely, I gave them thoughts on claiming my body as theirs. Oh Darryl…what have I started?” Her call out to her late husband’s ghost made her shiver with delight. She firmly believed her husband was watching over her every move. “I want them to respect me, yet I …want them all as lovers too. Is that even possible? Can we all exist as a family and enjoy each other? I want to say yes but, will it get…out of hand?” She hoped so deep down. Truthfully, Margo Needy wanted them to be ravenous.
“I wonder what the boys are doing now?”
9:45 PM in the town of Wildwood, Pennsylvania.
“That’s right Mrs. Needy you just take my big ole’ cock up that tight lil’ ass. Oooo yeah! That mushroom is having troubles getting in there. Too bad I’m not giving up on it, you just lay there screaming and digging those nails into your mattress.”
Brian Hancock was the darker side of the quartet. Zac Efron as if on steroids, the former High School wrestler knew how to play hard. Even in his dreams, fantasies. After a lengthy discussion over the truck ride to Philly and back, he and his friends talked about nothing but Margo Needy and their lust for her. He just knew they were going to tag the MILF as he was doing right here and now in the privacy of his own bed. No mere fantasy he prodded himself, this dream was destiny.
“There it’s in. Good job MILF. You took it like a pro. You like my cock don’t you? Let me pry these twerkers wider so I can see how full I’m stretching that pucker. Hell yes! Thing of beauty. Not talking about you but, you’re welcome.” He laughs arrogantly. “Deeper? Words to my ears Momma Needy.” He dry humps his bed just for kicks then returns to jerking off in mad fashion. Brian Hancock had a load awaiting Mother.
Across town, his brother Jeff stood in his shower masturbating just the same. What little he had experienced with Margo Needy was enough to storm his own set of torment. Jerking off under the hot cascade of mini Niagara all he could picture was taking Margo Needy from behind, her hair in his hand. Strangely, it had also crossed his mind as it did Margo of fucking her along the highway against Brian’s fender well. A shared fantasy mere moments apart if the time table was calculated to perfection.
“I gotta get in on this game. Those lucky sons o bitches. I’m not gonna be left out on tagging that hot bitch. bodrum escort bayan Someday soon Mrs. N. Someday soon.” He would jerk off three times before a final beer of the night and stained sheets.
Eight blocks away from both Hancock brothers, Heath Talbot could not stop picturing Margo’s massive 40D’s in all of their silicone lifted poise. Imagining the road trip while they were treating her to a massage. At this very second he was rubbing her shoulders guiding her dress ever so slowly down her shoulders. Dreamy skin revealing inch by inch as his boys worked their own magic on her legs. Her dress was not hiding much.
Chuckling to himself he leered over his shoulder at a slumbering Elliot, his head on the trucks window asleep. “We’re gonna fuck your Mom Elliot. You okay with that? As if we care what you think. You just stay asleep Bro.” The fantasy was vivid. A shame that even Elliot’s drool was a part of it all.
“Let’s just get those hooters out once and for all and see how you react.” He mentally tells Margo as her body falls limp to everyone’s massages. She was in a zone from her muscle relaxers and in a sense uncaring as they drew closer and closer to touching the good stuff. All Heath knew was he could hear her soft moans. Margo’s eyes closed to the world at the time. Within Heath’s fantasy he managed her dress down over her tits for a full on party fest view, imagining a proud moment of achievement toward his fellow massagers. Cabot with his fingers up under her short skirt had reached her panties while grinning his own success, nods his approval at Margo’s stunning high pitch nipples.
Eric and Jeff in their own hands found Margo putty and purring. Uncaring if her son woke up or not. All they knew was the woman was smiling as she lay there over their laps. Heath had his visions down to a science. Daring to reach around Margo he squeezes her breasts, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hair’s scent vivid to his fantasy.
“You found them.” Heath envisions her whisper as he gropes her chest.
“God I love these titties.”
“They love you Mister Talbot.” Her voice was so authentic in his mind.
“You want us don’t you?”
“Of course. I’ve always wanted you boys.”
“Hear that guys?” Heath prods his buddies as if reality.
“Fuck yes.” Eric Crowe smugly lifts her feet up and sucks her toes. From the front seat Jeff Hancock does the same with her opposite foot, prying her legs wide between the two. Legs of athletic beauty, muscularly toned and dedicated to all eyes.
Heath continues his fantasy by kissing her neck and whispering, “What if Elliot wakes up?”
“Do any of you care if he does?” Margo sighs at Heath’s lips nuzzling her ear.
“Fuck no.”
“Then, neither shall I. Please continue.” Her voice was so real.
Heath tilts her face enough to plant a kiss on her lips. She stole his breath instantly, feeding on his mouth like a starving child. So very real. Heath imagines a good long passionate liplock. Steamy as all get out. Feeling her body tense in his grasp, he pictures looking down to see Cabot peeling her panties aside and fingering her perfect pussy.
“Yessss. Don’t stop.” Heath hears her speak into his mouth. Heath was destroying his cock under the visions he was creating. Seconds later he would explode only to start over from scratch. She was more than willing to add to his sexual dreams.
Four blocks from Heath’s family home…
“She sat on my cock and didn’t even let on. Was she being polite or fucking naïve?” Eric Crowe sat at his computer desk nursing an erection slowly. For ten minutes now he imagined her sitting on his lap with his bare cock under her, skin on skin. “No way she didn’t notice me or Cabot. Hot skin on hot skin got sticky. She fucking knew. Heck yea! Do we call her out?” He knew the deal that Cabot had made them all abide. For now he would just enjoy his own juicy reality. He really wanted to text her. Should he?
Seven miles out…
“MMMMMM!” Margo held her Hitachi wand directly over her clit, having stretched her pinkness taunt for the most miraculous effect. Both legs in the air with her feet pointed out as if back rudders on a airplane. “I love you boys. So very much. Hold me down and kiss me everywhere. Show me you want me in your lives. MMMM! I wish you were really here.” Refusal to end her intimate torture led to another hour of two toys at work in synch. Between her wand and a thick lifelike dildo she demanded punishment. Over and over again she convulsed and fell into roaming her body with trembling hands. Switching positions she began again.
“Someone call meeeee!” She begged, “Text me. Even if it’s to say goodnight.” Her feet thrashed about as she moaned. In her lasting tremors at an overflowing gusher she drops flat on to her belly and lays there unable to process her thoughts. Finally, her cell pinged from a text. Rolling to her side she reaches over her mattress to snatch it up, blowing her brown locks from her vision to read it.
“Which bodrum otele gelen escort one of my boys?” She flares her eyes, “Oh my God! Elliot!!” Setting up in her puddled sheets she uses both hands to text back to his simple, “Goodnight Mom. Love you.”
“Skype with me.” She pleads via texting. “I need to see my handsome boy.”
“Can’t.” He returns, “Mom? It’s 4:05 AM. I just woke up from a nap. Took 8 hours to get here and another two hours to check in at the school. I really needed sleep to kill my hangover. I have four roommates. What is it about that number? Nobody speaks English but me. Well, one guy he’s Egyptian. Farouk I think his name is, I’m just gonna call him Fuck.”
“Call me then. I need to hear your voice.”
“Everyone’s sleeping. Our beds are really close in this tiny room.”
She has a mental breakdown squirming into a maddening sprawl over her soaked bedding. “ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOT!” She lets the house hear, mice obviously scurrying into hiding.
“Let me get settled good before we talk or skype. I know it’s late there. How was the ride home?” He writes.
“I LET YOUR BUDDIES PAW ME UP.” She yells tugging her hair, “Dammit Elliot.”
“The guys treat you good?”
“GOD YES!” She belts out covering her face in her long hair hiding her shameless grin. Instead of typing back her first reply she adds, “They were…gentlemen.”
“Awesome. When are they moving in?”
“I’m not certain. I requested a day to cry my eyes out before they do.”
“Awwww Mom! Don’t cry. It’s only six months. Of course if my grades are excellent I’m sure my offer might extend elsewhere.”
“We cross that body of water when you prove yourself to them. Send me a selfie.”
“Only if you do.”
“Of course.”
She awaits a few minutes before receiving a photo and opens it. In the picture Elliot blew her a kiss. Behind him stood a half asleep Egyptian boy of similar age looking bewildered by Elliot’s actions.
“A kiss. Awwww!” She rolls over on her belly and types, “Your friend Fuck is awake.”
“LOL! I just realized. He got up to use the restroom. His bed is next to mine. Your turn Mom.”
Primping her hair a bit she poises her cell above her and snaps a pic also blowing him a kiss. Without a thought she sends it off. Three minutes later Elliot replies.
“Mom!! I can see your butt in the picture. What’s that big microphone laying next to you?”
“WHAT?!!” She pulls her picture up and sees the crack of her ass perfectly dipping between her heart shaped cheeks. Sure enough her wand was touching her hip. Defeated by her tired nature she giggles, “Just like by the pool. Maybe I am naïve.” In response she writes, “You were not meant to see that Young Man.”
“Fuck saw it too. I just showed him your picture. He thinks you’re my girlfriend. LOL!”
“UGGGGGGGGGGH! Why me?” She drops her face into her mattress. Laughing about it she types back, “Why would you show him that picture knowing my ass is in it?”
“He will never meet you so let him think what he wants.”
“Ah! So you’re peddling your Mom as your girlfriend now?”
“Just for laughs. Don’t sweat it Mom. I’m not dumb I know what you just did. I’m cool. Fuck likes your ass though. LOL!”
“OH MY GOD! ELLIOT!!” She fired back. It did make her smile however. So wrong on every level.
“I better go. I love you Mom. Fuck says hello.”
“Should I send him a selfie just for laughs?” She couldn’t resist.
“Sure! Sing into that microphone. LOL!”
“Ohhh lord!” She shakes her head and sits up amid her mess, snatching her wand up as if a singer. Tilting her head back she dramatizes a picture that captures her bulging cleavage. She went so far as to kiss the rounded crown of the wand. Her eyes sparkling for her photoshoot. Before sending it she looks the pic over and shivers, “What the hell are you doing Margo? This is your son. A boy he barely knows. I shouldn’t…” Off the picture went.
“Fuck just ran for the bathroom. I think he needs to rub one off. LOL!”
“Good night Elliot. I love you very much.” She rolls her eyes and reluctantly severs the texting.
“Night Margo. I miss my girl.” He types back with a winking emoji. A final look she sighs and closes out.
“Margo? Oh my son. You are going to use your own mother as a fake model girlfriend to show off to your friends over there, aren’t you? What have I started? Well…I’m glad Fuck liked your girlfriend.” She falls back giggling.
Brian Hancock kept eying his cell. He himself pondered heavily on calling Margo to say goodnight just to see how she might respond. He wasn’t stressed over her emotions anyway. All he wanted was to tease and flirt, regardless what his friend Cabot had suggested of them. Today in his truck was just too hot to ignore. Even if he hadn’t really been given time to enjoy giving her a massage like the others due to driving. At least three times now he was gifted panties to sniff, gümbet escort her dresser drawer, the bonfire, and his truck today. He could still smell her sweet pussy after all these hours.
“Fuck it!”
With one hand stroking a magnificent totem pole, the other looking her number up he dials just to even see if she might answer. He knew she might well be doped up on muscle relaxers and out cold.
“Hello Brian.” A soft sensual voice replied. Jerking stopped he sits up against his headboard and suddenly wasn’t certain what to say. “Brian?”
“Oh! Hey Mom. I thought I’d check in on you before I turned in. Did I wake you?”
“No.” Her voice melted his soul.
“I know it’s uncharacteristic of me Mrs. Needy, but…well…after the truck ride today I think we all felt badly.”
“Why do you feel bad? “She cozies under her candlelight touching herself, fingers rubbing her sensitive clitoris and poising her cell to her ear.
“You know, everyone…got a little carried away massaging you.”
“Did I complain?”
“I’m not sure.” He scratches his scalp wincing, “You did seem a little confused when we dropped you off earlier. I mean…I know Elliot leaving took a toll on you…”
“It did. I just talked with Elliot.”
“You did? So his plane didn’t go down over the Atlantic?”
“No.” She sighs, “He made it to Paris just fine. He text me to say goodnight. We shared selfies.”
“Awww! That’s nice. He doing alright?”
“I believe so. He shares a room with four other boys. One is Egyptian.”
“Sharing a tomb with Tut.”
“I suppose. Can you not sleep Brian?”
“Ummm! Trying but not doing so hot. Had to take down a tree.” He chuckles faintly resuming his grip on his own Sequoia. The bark raw he opted for a swift squirt of lube from a bedside bottle.
“A very big tree?”
“Oh yeah! Up in the clouds.” He bragged.
“Did you know Darryl built Elliot a treehouse?”
“No. Wow! That’s cool. Wonder why Einstein never told any of us about that?”
“I think he relished it as his secret place. It required lots of wood, it’s quite large.”
“I can relate.” He hears humming suddenly. “What’s that buzzing sound?”
“Perhaps my fan.” She had fired up her wand envisioning Brian over her. Whimpers heard make him question her further.
“Loud fan.”
“It’s very…hot even with my windows open.”
“Did I hear a coyote?”
She giggles and shivers, letting out another whimper, “I believe so. Perhaps it is mating season.”
“Sounds fun. Hope he gets lucky.”
“So do I.”
“Wow!”
“Yes?”
“Your voice is so soft right now.”
“Should I be louder?”
“No! I mean suit yourself. Be yourself I mean.”
“That it what I want of you boys. To be…yourselves. Do not change for me.”
“You saw how…felt how all of us were today when we were ourselves. I don’t think you grasp what you’re expecting.” He laughs beating off with a steady pace. His cock felt amazing. Her soft sweet voice was just what the Doctor ordered.
“Your brother grasped the situation quite well.”
“He squeezed your tits. I’m shocked you didn’t slap him.”
“It crossed my mind. It would not have been in a mean way.”
“That fan gets louder every few minutes.”
“It’s because I put you on speaker and sat my cell beside me.” She was now introducing her dildo back into her trickling cunt. In and out as the wand tormented her clit ferociously. “Why is it so hot?”
Huffing he puckers to decide upon a flirty response, “I guess the heat follows you around.”
“That was sweet.”
“Only telling you the truth Mom.”
“Mom? Do you truly think of me as Mom?”
“Not really. You might wash my mouth out with soap if I told you the truth.”
“Tell me.”
“Naaaa! Better not.”
“Tell me Brian. I’m moving my fan closer.” The buzzing grew deafeningly louder. He knew.
“Damn! Sounds more like a weed eater on steroids.”
“You know that it is not my fan Brian.”
“Figured that. No Coyote’s either right?”
“I’m masturbating.”
“Huh! Funny! So am I.” He chuckles then grits his teeth.
“Are you truly?”
“Peelin’ the bark off this tree like a pro.”
“Because of me?”
“You know it is. You make me rock hard.”
“Mmmmm!”
“I can hop in my truck and…”
“Shhhh! Lay back with me Brian.”
“Fuck!” He scoots further into his bed and uses both hands, sitting his own cell aside. “I wish I could see you.”
“If I did that our living arrangement would be compromised. This is a one time thing Brian. Enjoy it.”
“Seriously? If you finish off screaming I’m gonna wanna hear that every day.”
“Hearing from behind closed doors I can allow. I cannot go further than this Brian. Do you wish to decide against moving in?”
“OH FUCK NO! I wanna live with you.”
“As simple roommates?”
“Yep! I’m good.” Anything to keep in her good graces.
“Would you stand outside my bedroom door listening to me cum for hours?”
“Fuck yes!”
“Try peeping through the keyhole just to see me?”
“Ohhh yeah. That’s me, Peepin’ Bri the spying guy.”
“Would you climb up my home to watch me through my window?”
“Windows wide open right?”
“Yes.”
“You object?”
“Not at this moment.” She giggles moaning.
“God! I wanna see you fuck yourself.”