Episode 23: Icy Hot

Cabot Ross had spent the last two days at his parents’ home. Family pulling together in trying times led to their placing his grandmother Edith into a nursing home. Unable to care for her properly, being very busy with their careers, they chose the easy way out. Cabot was not very happy about Edith’s new home, feeling his folks just gave up on her. Taking the day off from his job at Hilltop restaurant, Wildwood’s finest dining to help settle her in, he finally decided to head home. He worried what his friends were doing to poor Margo. She might be the sexiest woman alive, but she was also ever so slightly gullible. His thoughts not hers! So, she let them believe. His buds would eat her alive. Of course, she would enjoy that. Perhaps even being the predator herself. Margo Needy was a glorified nymphomaniac. Nymphorius Rex! Sex!

The only good thing to come out of losing his grandmother to that nursing facility was that he inherited her car, much better than his own clunker, more reliable with far less mileage. Of course, he needed to switch over his plates, her plates saying GRAM AWW would make the guys mock him until he did. It was a step up though considering his original car looked more senior citizen than Edith’s grey Subaru Outback. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. It could have been a restored Gremlin. She did have an old stuffed movie Mogwai glued to her dash. Cute but needing to be retired at some point. Who knows, maybe the furry thing might get girls, equivalent to having a puppy. Naaaa!

Pulling in at home, the Needy House looked quiet. His roommates were all gone so a sigh of relief crept over him knowing at least for now Margo was resting after her late-night gangbang at Brian’s moneymaking scheme. The guys really needed to corner Brian over abusing Margo like that. She may have appeared fine with it but was she really? Even a nympho has limits, don’t they? The more she let on that she enjoyed herself the more Brian or even Heath would prey on her abilities. Heath was scaring him more each day. He had come into the house appearing happy go lucky, yet shortly after, a darker side they weren’t used to seeing started emerging. Her reluctance to tell the boys no was bringing out a more aggressive side. Jekyll was losing to Hyde very quickly.

Unlocking the front door Cabot opened up to the shock of his life. A gust of cold air made him drop his jaw. Margo had turned on the AC. “HELL YES!” Cabot entered and inhaled deeply. “About damned time.” Even if her being whored out was what it took to get the air on. Sleeping would be so much comfier now. A squeaky ceiling fan was no longer required,

It was really quiet in the house. Either Margo had gone off to town with one of his friends or she was sleeping off her exhaustion at the guys that to a degree raped her, even if she became willing. She sure wasn’t aware of the smuggled in freaks that Brian sold her holes to. Days earlier Brian had even blindsided her by letting his brother Jeff fuck her in total darkness, she thinking it was Brian.

Cabot Ross didn’t have it in him to be so cruel. Sure, he liked a good gangbang porn like any red-blooded American male but what he didn’t approve of was catching her off guard and making money off of her like they were her Pimps. Jeffrey was free, but they all knew that Margo was fond of him. That one could be overlooked. The outsider participants? Not so much. Even if a few of them had already been teased at the bonfire for Elliot. Worse yet, Brian videotaped the entire thing in a future moneymaking scheme, piecing together her adventures into a hardcore porn to be sold. Fellow roommate Eric Crowe would be proud, being the movie aficionado. That, and Eric himself wanted to witness a gangbang, having spoken of one with Margo. Brian’s venture however was an unplanned money source. Of course, Margo seemed okay with even that. Maybe he should just join in on the fun. Time would tell.

Stopping in the kitchen for a glass of sun tea and an apple that he had brought home from his parents, he headed upstairs. Deciding to check on Margo he stepped into her room, her door having been removed gave them all easy access. To his shock she wasn’t in her bed, nor her door less bathroom. Maybe she went for a run. She did enjoy her exercise routine. Eying her digital clock at bedside it seemed rather late in the day for that. Shrugging he looked further down the hall to the attic door. He had forgotten that his friend Eric had mentioned that he and Heath were allowed upstairs. Being so busy with family he really hadn’t given it much thought. Apple and drink glass in hand he decided to go up and check it out. It was certainly gloomy up there, not to mention the air vents were shut off to save money. That being said it was balmy compared to downstairs. Halfway up he heard a muffled voice.

“What the hell was that?” He froze listening. Another muffled voice of strain, he rushed up and looked around at the full-size attic covering the entire house. In a bright corner directly under a skylight he found his landlady strung up horizontally, face down. She was blindfolded and had a ball gag in her mouth. Her long hair bound by rope and pulling her head backwards over her completely nude body. Her legs roped together so her thighs and calves were touching, legs held wide by a wooden bar joint, buttplug up her ass. Even her arms were wrapped in rope behind her back with her hair rope tied to them. “Holy fuck! Who did this?” He pondered while exploring her predicament without a word. She knew someone was there but was uncertain who. The cologne in the air was deceiving.

Setting his glass and apple aside he reached up and removed her blindfold. Brightness made her squint until she could regain focus. The ball gag tugged from her lips in a spatter of saliva forced her to gasp and swallow.

“Who did this to you?”

“Hello sweet Cabot.” She smiled.

“Don’t hello me. Who tied you up like this, in this fucking hotbox? You’re a ball of sweat.”

“Brian.”

“After whoring you out he has the nerve to...”

“I asked for this.”

“What? Why?”

“Darryl used to do this to me. I find it relaxing. After Heath showed him the contents of the attic, we talked about things Darryl used to do to me. As I’ve said before there are things, I have kept from you boys. I’m just now opening up to each of you.”

“How can this be relaxing? You’re going to get rope burns.”

“Not as bad as you imagine. If I fought the ropes yes, but I’m just suspending here. It is almost meditating.”

“With a piss pan on the floor beneath you? Pungent odor Margo.”

“Unfortunate, I know. I really don’t want to ruin the floors; the house is old as it is.”

“How long have you been hanging here?”

“What time is it?”

“3:18. Your backside is a little red even from the sun coming down on you.”

“Four hours roughly. I’ll need to tan to compensate the ropes then. Luckily the forecast is sunny the next few days.”

“Margo?”

“Yes handsome?”

“You’re ... amazing.”

“I know. How is your grandmother?”

“You heard.”

“Yes. Why have you not talked to me about her?”

“Personal, I guess. Little emotional.”

“You know I would have held you and gotten you through this. Please come to me in your time of need.”

Swallowing dryly, he nods, “Want me to untie you?”

“No. I told the boys I would be waiting here for them to come home. My holes are home.” She smirks.

“You really do thrive on being a slut, don’t you?”

“Yesssss! It is gratifying. I like being...”

“Fucked?”

“Yes. But I meant to say used. Sexually that is. I know you worry about me Cabot, but you shouldn’t. Use me as you want to, I am here for all of you.”

“So crazy. Elliot’s mom is the biggest slut in Pennsylvania.”

“Mmm! Perhaps. Does that not appeal to you?”

“You thirsty up there?”

“I am a bit parched.”

Cabot started to retrieve his tea then found inspiration in it. Facing her as she leered over her cheeks at him, he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them. Boxers followed. Shoes removed thirdly he kicked everything but his shirt off and away. Realizing he could never reach her he spotted a short footstool and scooted it in front of her. Retrieving his tea, he sipped it in front of her smiling gaze. “Quit teasing me.” She huffed.

“Want some tea?”

“Please.”

Lowering his glass, he plunged his dick into it letting iced tea surround his penis. Moving over her mouth he carefully placed his dick to her lips so that she could taste the tea and enjoy what few drops she could taste. Her eyes sparkled at his bravado. Three more dips into the Nestea plunge he let her suck his dick. Left hand on the base of her neck maintained her from swaying as he fucked her face. In his thrill ride Cabot Ross ignored the fact his dick had tainted his tea and finished off the glass. Ice tinkling, he decided to dump the remaining cubes down over her shoulders and back, watching them well up in her creased lower spine to melt. She squealed with her mouth full at the sudden chill. It felt delightful.

“How am I doing slut? Being too nice still?” A negative response he finished fucking her face, jettisoning his cum down her throat and keeping her mouth full until she constricted her throat muscles and swallowed every drop. Pulling out of her mouth he slapped his dick over her pouty lips then got dressed. Examining her beauty dangling there he notes a single ice cube still surviving and plucks it up. Returning to her face he places it up to her lips to suck on for a refresher. Leaning down he takes the cube into his mouth then kisses her. Both of them sharing in the short coolness until gone. Her breath was taken away.

“I so adore you Cabot.” Their lip’s part upon her soft words.

“I have to get showered and take a short nap. After Brian and Heath get done with you and if there’s still time I need to go back into town. Leaving here by 6:45. I promised Grandma Edie I would come eat dinner with her. Care to go along? Get you out of the house a bit.”

“I would be honored to meet your family.”

“Just grandma. My parents and siblings would ask too many questions.”

“I understand. I’ll tell the boys I need to be released by 6:00.”

“Right! See you then.”

“Cabot?”

“Yeah?” He looks back.

“My ball gag and blindfold.”

“Oh, right.” He gags her first the puts her blindfold on as best he could under her hair constraints. It was snug so the blinder stayed on. Leaving her Cabot had to shake his head. Who would ever have thought Elliot’s mom was so awesome? He did enjoy the takeover, maybe he could grow more dominating. He liked both sides of his persona. Hers was not so bad either. Motherly, caring, slutty, obedient. Best of both worlds.

Around 5:05 Cabot was awakened hearing Margo screaming in the attic. He knew Brian, possibly Heath was destroying his landlady. Even with his door closed he heard them. Of course, her being right over his bedroom didn’t help. So much for sleep, he just lay there, arms folded behind his head, looking at the ceiling. Screams of adrenalin and ecstasy shook the neighborhood clear through 5:50. It was a safe bet Cabot counted three screaming orgasms. Silence finally, the footsteps overhead meant they were cutting her down. As Cabot got up to change his clothes, he knew that Margo was not going to be in any shape to go see his grandmother.

Steps coming down he heard only Brian’s voice in the hallway. Doorknob twisted Brian barged right into Cabot’s bedroom with a quaking Margo Needy over his shoulder. She looked horrifying after being tied up and sweating bullets from heat exhaustion.

“Special delivery Bro.” Brian hurled her limp body on to Cabot’s bed. She merely panted and tried to rise but kept falling back.

“You should stay home and recover Margo.” Cabot sat beside her, her hand reaching for him with concern in her eye.

“Noooo! I need to go with you.”

“Mom! You reek of cum and sweat. Your hair looks like you’ve had your head out a car window at a 100 miles per hour.”

“Three-minute shower. I’ll pin my hair up in your car on the way. Go find me a dress to wear.”

“Help her into the shower.” Cabot caves looking at Brian. Brian grumbles and clutches Margo by the hair lifting her to her feet. She stumbles a bit, her limbs still asleep from hours of restraint. Cabot did notice a few rope burns but she was right, it could have been worse. Taking her to her bathroom Brian sat her down onto her shower bench and hit the cold water. Her scream led to an exhausted laughter. He found it amusing but ended up joining her, soaping her body up and cleansing her soul of his stank. Washing her hair quickly she felt so privileged to be taken care of. Dried off by Brian he slapped her ass and nudged her into her bedroom. Her zombie walk concerned Cabot as he had three dress choices laying over her neatly made bedding.

“You made my bed.” She smiled at Cabot.

“Habit Cabot, that’s me. You pick the dress.” He eyes her clock, “Gotta go soon so make it quick.”

“None of them. It’s too warm for long dresses.”

“Ummm! Going to an old folk’s home Margo. Dressing too sexy means a lot of 911 emergencies.”

“Silly man! They will be fine.”

“Fuck! What am I looking for?” He heads toward her walk-in closet while she considers her options.

“Pale blue dress, thigh high skirt. Left rod as you go in.” She looks at Brian still standing there in the nude. The boys were growing accustomed to seeing their friends in the buff. She liked that they were getting bolder.

“Want more of this Momma MILF?” Brian wags his beast.

“After I come home absolutely. I need to be there for Cabot. You seem different Brian.”

“Oh, yeah? How so?”

“Yes. A mother knows.” She winks, “I’m happy that you desire me but I’m detecting that you’re thinking of another.”

“Damn! You psychic? Playing with my crystal balls Gypsy?”

“Tell me.”

“Ran into my stepsisters. Lot of bad history in the family. They’ve grown up though.” He chuckled.

“This dress?” Cabot returns cutting off their conversation. Another day, Brian took his leave.

“Yes.”

“Pretty sheer.”

“You worry too much sweet one.”

“Don’t make me paddle your ass. I’m not that sweet.”

“If you say so.” She reaches for the dress and slips it over her head before the risk of standing up. Once she caught her balance the dress lowered over her hips. Turning unsteadily, she lets Cabot admire her.

“No hiding the chest but the skirt keeps things hidden.”

“Until I sit down, then not so much.”

“You trying to give the old guys’ cardiac arrest?”

“Of course not. I need to feel freedom Cabot.”

“I presume no underwear?”

“Choose some panties.”

In a hurry, knowing his time was running out he went to her underwear drawer and found a complimentary powder blue G-string and brought it over to her. Falling back on to the bed she lifts her legs up and wiggled her toes at him, “Help me.” Rolling his eyes, he placed each of her feet into the necessary slots and slid the thong up to her hips. Drooling over her succulently tight pussy she lifts her hips allowing him to cover her snatch. Giggling almost as if drunk she grabs Cabot by his polo shirt and pulled him over her. A steamy kiss awaited. No resistance he inhaled her lips. Finally, she pats his cheek. “We should go. Perfume, brush, and hair tie. Thirty seconds.”

“Shoes?”

“Oh, yes heels. White heels with calf ties.” She sends him back into the closet. Grumbling at the ties left half laced as she manages to stand again, she reached her makeup table. She overlooked eye shadow and the like, just spritzing a very enticing perfume made her appealing enough. Hairbrush in hand, hair ties around her wrists in ready. Cabot kneeling at her feet helped her put her shoes on. Once tied better than they were he puckered, “These look hot.” Why was he on his knees? That should be her down there!

“Wait until they become earrings when you hold my legs behind my head.”

“Not the time Margo.” He laughed, “I’m running late.”

“On the way home?” She beguiled him with a cutesy expression.

“Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Should I stop teasing you?”

“NO!” He stands tall and grabs her by her lower back, yanking her to him for a final steamy kiss. “NEVER STOP TEASING.”

“Mmmm! As you wish.”

Hand in hand they walked out to his new car.

“GRAM AWW? Your car is adorable.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Get in.”

She playfully teased him all the way to Wildwood. Not sexually believe it or not. It was about the old person smell. The air deodorizer aroma that lingered in the air was fresh linen, not so fresh any longer. They had a good laugh along the way. Even at the first time Cabot had ever seen her in a ponytail.

On the outskirts of Wildwood!

Facing a lower-level mountain range stood Lazy Acres Nursing home. Cabot said that his dad referred to it as Lazy Fakers. Not really funny, but it still got a giggle. Parking in the lot where pole lights were just beginning to glow at dusk, they took a moment to just breath. Together Cabot and Margo again walked in hand-in-hand like a true loving couple. At the lobby he decided it was better to act like friends, in case people there told his parents about his girlfriend, knowing she wasn’t. Margo understood and merely followed him through the halls toward the dining hall. On their journey they crossed paths with his grandmother Edith being escorted in her wheelchair by a lovely young Hispanic beauty.

“Is that my grandson?” Edith winced; her eyesight not so good at 80. The girl pushing her looked like a youthful Salma Hayek, her eyes bold and beautiful. Seeing Cabot, she leans forward.

“Do you mean the very handsome young man walking this way?”

“That’s the one. He’s single Maria. Better catch him while you can.”

“I will consider that Edie.” She pats her shoulder. Cabot had heard her matchmaking skills and chuckles.

“Sorry about that, Maria, right?”

“Si! Yes, Maria.” She extends a hand to shake his. “It is a pleasure to meet you Cabot. Edie talks about you all the time.”

“Well, considering she’s only been here 24 hours that must have been tiring.”

“Not at all. She is very proud of you.”

“Awww!” He leans down to kiss Edie on the cheek.

“I thought you were standing me up. You’re late.”

“Got hung up at home.” He looks back at Margo who covers her faint rope burns over her wrists. She knew he meant finding her tied up and dangling.

“Who is this with you?”

“Not my girlfriend, before you even think that.” He laughs winking at Maria. Stepping closer Margo raises her hand to hold Edie’s.

“Hello! I’m Cabot’s landlady, Margo Needy. Nice to meet you.”

“A pretty landlady. I like your dress.” Edie smirks, wincing to see it better. Maria however had already noticed nipples through the pale blue dress, not much hid them. Blushing Maria motioned Cabot toward the dining area.

“We should get seated before all of the tables are taken. Would you like to push your grandmother?”

“Sure. Ready to kick up some dust grandma?”

“I’m not wearing my seatbelt.”