Episode 15: Well Laid Plans

Brian Hancock ended his workday covered in sawdust and sweat. Not a great combination. Assisting his dad Bruno in taking down a pair of tall, rotted cherry trees in front of an old country church, he was weary and thirsty. Hunger not so much but something cold might hit the spot. Having used his last ten bucks on gas to get back and forth from the Needy estate he was eager to get paid. Luckily his dad paid him at the end of each job, so he was never financially broke for long.

Placing his chainsaw up into his dad’s old pickup truck, Brian opted for water from a large cooler strapped to the truck bed. Removing his gloves, he poured the ice-cold water into a coffee cup from the local gas station. Downing the water in a single extended gulp he replenished the cup and took a seat on the tailgate to watch his dad finish chipping tree limbs. While killing time he leaned forward and pondered living with Margo Needy. Strangely all he could do of late was think about the much older woman. Twelve years older to be precise, yet in appearance she could almost be 21. She was that good at sustaining her youth and beauty. Of course, her late husband, Coach Darryl Needy kept her on a strict regimen of diet and fitness. A few glorious enhancements helped her already Goddess like looks, namely a boob job blessing her with perfected 40D’s, and just enough added to her ass cheeks to support a nice twerk should she desire to perform. It dawned on him that not once had she actually twerked. Not even when belly dancing at her son’s going away party.

“I’m going to have to get her going on that. Maybe have her do a striptease for us tonight. Ever since she played all four of us, we’ve tore that bitch up. MILF Margo just can’t get enough teenage cock. Lucky us.”

Hearing the woodchipper’s rotary blades grind down he looked up to see his burly, bearded, giant of a father wiping his brow on his shirt. Dusting off Bruno moved toward Brian, lifting his safety glasses, then joined him for a refuel of ice water. Dramatically he exhaled, his pleasured throat thanking him for relieving it from being parched for far too long.

“Good job today boy.”

“Thanks. Don’t I always?”

“When you put your back into it.” Bruno Hancock stroked tiny wood chips from his ZZ Top style beard and winked at giving his boy a hard time. “You always work hard Brian; I’m just giving you shit.”

“I hear ya, Old man.”

“So, what’s this I hear about you and your buddies all living out at Darryl Needy’s place? Chasing the widow?”

“You just now heard I moved out there? It’s been close to two weeks, and we work together four days a week. Do you ever listen to me when I talk?”

“I knew you moved out of your mom’s place, just figured you were living with your brother.”

“Jeff has an efficiency apartment. He barely has room to breathe. He sits on his toilet and cooks on a hot plate across from him at the same time.” He laughs.

“I’ve been over there. Not far off in that assessment. Did he say anything about renewing his lease?”

“He wants to move out with us. Gotta find room though.”

“Five fellas, one hot widow. Sounds like a winning hand to me. You boys tapping that?”

“Of course, we are. Hottest pussy I’ve ever had. Margo’s straight up nympho.”

“I’ve heard stories.”

“Oh yeah? Share the wealth.”

“Just know a lot of the folks in Wildwood, hell ... in a three-county radius has fucked that gal.”

“Due to her husband, we’ve heard, he liked sharing her.”

“I gotta admit ... the few times I’ve seen the woman she definitely knew how to catch an eye ... let’s just hope that’s all she’s caught. For you boys’ sake.”

“She would never touch us if she had anything. Margo is totally honest with us.” Brian felt confident in that prediction. “She worships our big cocks.”

“Ego like your ole’ man.” Bruno winks, “Maybe I need to drop by and see for myself how tasty she is.”

“You would. Unfaithful to mom, unfaithful to your current wife.”

“Now, now boy. Let’s not relive those memories. I thought you and I settled on that situation.”

“Forgive maybe, forget never. You left mom to raise three kids for a woman with four kids. By my count that’s one more mouth to feed.”

“I managed to feed and clothe everyone, didn’t I?”

“I guess.”

“So, how exactly did you boys end up living the life of Riley out there in the boonies at that resort? I’ve been out there but it was years ago. Darryl Needy had me cut some trees down to be able to build a treehouse. Dunno if he ever finished that project.”

“It’s going to be a resort here soon if Margo can get the money. She’s trying to turn the place into a Bed & Breakfast.”

“No shit? Won’t that leave you boys homeless?”

“She says no. Her plan is to build on more bedrooms. Plenty of room to expand. 180 acres she says.”

“That would do it. She even work? Darryl Needy leave her enough to fund an operation like that?”

“No. She’s barely hanging on. She will probably use the property as collateral. Can’t tell me it’s not worth a lot if she sold it.”

“Prime real estate out there in those gorgeous hills. Safe bet you’re right.”

“We might stay on there and work for her.”

“Doing what? You can’t cook. You plan on serving cereal in a bowl?”

Brian chuckles, “Probably a groundskeeper. Unless we can talk her into turning the B&B into a swingers club.”

“Now that I might stay at.”

“Of course, you would Playa.”

“Speaking of ... you seen your stepsisters lately?”

“Nope. You know I’ve kept my distance because of mom.”

“Might want to rethink that son.” Bruno pulls out his cellphone and looks up a picture. Sighing at it he shares a photo. “Gwen got a boob job.”

“I know, you told me that four months ago.” He rolls his eyes then takes a look at the pic. “Whoa! How did you get a pic of those beauties?”

“She asked me to take it. Wanted to know what I thought of them now that she’s all healed up.”

“Your stepdaughter let you take nude pics of her.” He looked skeptical.

“Only her tits. She wanted a male point of view is all.”

“Uh huh! Are you chasing the kids now?”

“Looking don’t hurt none. Gwen is 20. Daphne 19. MJ just turned 18.”

“Their mom must be worn out three kids in three years. What’s Heidi now?”

“16. Just like her sisters she’s going to be a heartbreaker.”

“Damn! Gwen got smoking hot since I saw her last. She reminds me of that porn star, Leah Gotti.”

“She just started dating a guy named Braedon.”

“Braedon Wilkes? Wrestler from over in Foxborough?”

“Thought you might recall that name.”

“Funny, he was just at Margo’s house when we threw Elliot a going away bonfire. Wonder why he came alone?” He answered his own question, “All guys.” Only due to his evil plans to get Margo naked and turned on. Girls there would have made Margo unwilling to let her guard down.

“Snooze you lose son. Gwen always did have a crush on you.”

“She’s a year older than me.”

“So. Age is only a number. Gets numbers too.”

“Maybe I’ll drop by and see the girls again.”

“Gwen’s working at that drive thru ice cream shack today. Only room for one employee in that hole in the parking lot. Barely space for the freezer holding the good stuff.”

“Cool Cone’s? That’s hilarious now that she got her tits done.”

“I thought so.”

“What about Daph and MJ?”

“Part time slackers at the moment. Daphne does some library work part time. MJ a shoe store. Still hard bodies.” He searches cell for more pics closing in on bikini pics of the remaining three girls. “See for yourself.”

“Holy fuck! I can’t believe Carmen allows them to wear those dental floss specials. Especially Heidi being 16.”

“Carmen doesn’t know about Heidi. The girls bought hers and hid it for when their mom was gone.”

“Yet they wear it for the bearded pervert.”

“They love their stepdaddy.” Cheesy grin!

“Not too much I hope.”

“Probably too much. Not like you’re thinking. They do tease me a lot though if you can’t tell by the pic. Hamming it up like models.”

“Only pic poolside?”

“You know better boy.” Bruno huffs and swipes right, showing him pics five more times. Each pic was the three younger girls bending over, showing crushed cleavage, acting shy, among other playful traits. Sadly even 16-year-old Heidi had a body to die for.

“Dibs on Gwen, Daphne, and MJ.” Brian puckers nodding his approval, “You can keep Heidi another two years.”

“Nobody touches my Heidi. Not until she’s 30.”

“You just keep thinking that Pop. She’s probably already lost her virginity. Kids these days, I should know.”

“Reckon so. Ain’t heard one way or the other. Nice thought playing protective dad though.”

“Pay me so I can go get ice cream and see Gwen’s cones.”

“$150.” He digs into his wallet and passes off the assorted bills. Snatching them up Brian hops down and heads for his own truck parked at a safe distance. “See you tomorrow.”

“Unless I tap Gwen. Might be late.”

“Wear a condom. I don’t need the Brady Bunch.”

“Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!” Brian rambles like a girl. Under his breath he chuckles, “Gwen! Daphne! MJ! Wonder if I can get them all into Tiger’s doghouse?” He had watched too many episodes as a kid. Read too much gossip. Truck in motion with a cloud of dust he passes the country church and mutters, “Wish me lust ... I mean luck.” He would never repent. Brian would definitely toast marshmallows in Hell someday.

Out at the Needy estate...

Margo Needy found herself wandering aimlessly in her home. A quiet moment led her toward thinking of the past. At her downstairs fireplace mantle she lifts an urn consisting of the ashes of her late husband Darryl Needy, lost in his memory. Missing him of late seemed less than usual, to some degree she felt obligated to apologize. Cradling the urn, she says a solemn prayer to God to keep him safe and to let him know that her love was eternal, even if she had moved on in this life she was leading now.

Mental advice requested on how to proceed with her desire to turn their home into a Bed & Breakfast led her to a confused state. The idea seemed bright, but her business savvy not so much. It frightened her that she might not have what it takes to manage such an enterprise. All she knew was she loved their home and never wanted to lose it. A promise made this very second to Darryl would weigh heavy in the future.

“I will do ANYTHING it takes to keep our happy home. ANYTHING!”

After a few tears and emotional bonds healing her soul, Margo places the urn back on to its pedestal and sighs. So many things troubled her of late. Her attachment to the boys was growing stronger every day. Love for all men, as Darryl taught her consumed her actions. Each boy needed to experience her love for them. Her swelling heart just could not deny them her attentions. The sex was incredible, she being a nympho only intensified her dedication to giving them nothing but her best. In just the short time of dwelling under the same roof they were all evolving. All of them were becoming more dominant, more demanding of the love she offered. Her life found the spark it needed to light her way.

She missed her son Elliot. Since he had gone off to Paris, he had grown distant. Not even a skype at this point, only a couple texts. One involving a misplaced masturbation video that still weighed heavily over her motherly instinct. Meant for Brian Hancock her video ended up in her son’s cell. While he led her to believe it was alright, it just seemed wrong. Elliot sharing the video with classmates only made it seem more in bad taste. Why would Elliot do such a thing? Perhaps he was just telling her he had, just to make her stressed. Not so much stressed, Margo being openminded, more the fact that she wanted Elliot to have a normal life over there without her antics. She should have known that was impossible.

Hearing the upstairs door open and close Margo shook off her depression and led with a newfound smile. Climbing the stairs in her plum-colored mini dress she greeted her roommate Eric Crowe, coming in with long overdue groceries. They had gone to town earlier in the week just to shop and got sidetracked. Today he made up for their mistake.

“Need help carrying your groceries in?”

“Our groceries.” He smiles and heads to the kitchen to set his bags down. “You did give me money and a grocery list.” Following him she sits her cellphone down on the counter to explore what he had brought home. Dry goods this trip in she left them be.

“Ours, yes.” She beguiles him with her best fashion model grin. Waiting on him they go out to his car together, stopping at the front door he encouraged her backwards into the wall, his hands holding her face to enjoy a very passionate kiss.

“Missed you mom.” He lets up to whisper.

“I always miss my sons.” He switches tactics and kisses her neck, sweeping her spaghetti straps from both shoulders before guiding her dress over her scrumptious breasts. Spending moments kissing her nipples the dress inched further down until it escaped her hips. She gasps at its loss leaving her nude. “I just cannot wear clothes when you boys are at home.”

“We prefer you like this.”

“I enjoy wearing clothing on occasion.” She giggles as he smothers her in kisses making her eyes roll back trembling. “I love you, Eric.”

“Love you too.” He just could not stop kissing her.

“I hope you don’t have ice cream in the car.”

“SHIT!” He growls at her suspicion. “Hold that pose.” Darting out the door she just couldn’t stay put. Marching outside in the nude she assisted in carrying the rest of the bags inside. He let her take the lead so that he could watch those perfect set of dancing butt cheeks wiggle with seductive swagger. Once inside the house they took time from their passions to put away the frozen goods before ending up in each other’s arms again. Bodies pressed together he grips her back, and her ass in their make out session.

“I just can’t get enough of you Margo.” Eric sighs into her mouth.

“Nor I Eric. I never want you boys to feel differently. I will always treat each of you with every ounce of passion I have in my soul. Love is a must. Steamy passion should be given freely.”

“No problem there sweetheart. I live for these lips. These hips. Even these lips.” His words leading him to caress his way down her body, ending at her labia with warm fingers probing. She tilts her head back offering him entry to her throat. Kisses sweltering led him to pick her up and sit her on the island counter. Easing her back he moves in to eat her out. Margo cooed, touching herself all over, squeezing her breasts and thoroughly enjoying his tender feeding.

“I love how you treat my pussy with tenderness.”

“Won’t always be tender.”

“I’ve felt your aggression on occasion. You should know by now I’m happy either way. Treat me sweetly or treat me like the slut you want me to be. I will adapt.”

“I’m good with sweetly right this second.” He licks all around her hole before delving his tongue deeper and searching for her G-spot. Her back arching, accompanied by a shiver, he knew he found it. He maintained his torture inviting her to moan. For long moments he enjoyed her squirms. Focus only drawn astray by the ringing of her cell. Breaking away Eric located her phone and brought it to her as she lay there pouting by the interruption. Looking at the caller ID she realized it was her banker.

“It’s Jacob at the bank. Maybe he’s calling about coming to give me an estimate.” Answering it she points at her pussy, “Don’t stop.” Eric grinned and dove back in. “Hello Jacob.”

“Good afternoon, Margo. I made a few calls for you. Instead of myself, I’m sending out a realtor to appraise your entire property before anything else. Once I get some numbers I can see about a loan for your B&B.”

“When will they drop out?” She tenses as Eric adds fingers up inside her as he nibbles her clit.

“Thursday by the sounds of his schedule. His name is Jeremy Collins. I’m sure he will call ahead to confirm a time. Everything okay out there?”

“Fabulous.” Her toes taunt Eric’s shoulder ruffling his shirt. Her attentions only make him finger her harder until she lets out a loud whimper.

“Catching you at a bad time?” Jacob chuckles on his end.

“A set of fingers in my pussy is never a bad time Jacob. How is young Tyler?”

“My nephew talks about you all the time. I’ve had to put my foot down concerning what was done at the park. I don’t need our reputation soiled by his running his mouth to the wrong people.”

“He’s young. Tell him he is welcome to come visit anytime he likes.” Another loud squeal she lifts her ass from the counter as Eric ravages her pussy violently. “Fuuuuucccck Eric. I’m going to cum.” Jacob listens intently getting up from his desk to close his office door. He needed privacy in order to masturbate at her moans.

Outside at the teller station his nephew Tyler grew suspicious and made his way over to the office door. His uncle had put her on speaker to free his hands up in favor of sitting back and stroking his cock in what he thought was privacy. Tyler could hear Margo if not barely and stood entranced, daring to rub his crotch, knowing exactly who was on the phoneline.

In his silent spying Tyler hadn’t noticed another set of ears behind him. Not even the scent of perfume drew him away from Margo’s shrill moans. Hearing her crying out to Eric by name only made things more interesting.

“Eric?” Tyler hears a girl’s voice behind him and jumps, acting busted. “Is that the woman who came in here with my brother Eric?” Looking directly at a stunning beauty of 5’2, 100 pounds with shoulder length strawberry blond hair, and cute freckles, he swallowed.

“Maybe. Hi Lily.”

She moves closer to him her hands on his shoulders while listening. He melts at her touch and feels his crotch tent up. Not just at Margo’s seductive cries, but of Lily Crowe being so close to him. Together they remain vigil, holding their breathes for a good five minutes. Luckily, the bank was slow today. “Why is your uncle listening to my brother having sex?” She whispered.