Episode 4: Victory Lap

2:00 AM

Four young friends sat in a circle within a tent at the Needy bonfire site, jointly plotting the future. After everyone else at the party had gone home, defying the don’t drink, and drive rule that Margo Needy had installed, they were left with sobering thoughts. Leader by sensibility Cabot Ross took charge after a healthy drink to wash down his roasted hot dog.

“Alright, guys ... I need you all to listen closely. By some fucking miracle we’ve gotten what we wanted...”

“Not everything.” Brian Hancock posed an index finger, “I want to fuck the crap out of Elliot’s mom.”

“We all do. It’s been a year since we infiltrated the Needy home by using Elliot. We’ve been patient while Margo got over the passing of her husband, giving her every reason to trust us 100%. We protected her tonight that has to mean a lot to her. We just took Elliot home and literally put the poor bastard to bed.”

“At least I think I saw her snatch when she bent over to cover him up. Short nightshirt. “Brian proudly confided.

“I think I did too. Close enough. Anyway, she’s consented to let us share her home while Elliot is in Europe. We can’t just move in and give her immediate doubt in us. We pay our rent-on time, every time. We do fucking everything for her, dishes, yardwork, dusting, EVERYTHING. She needs to feel how much we care. It has to be more than lust. Minor flirtations made to appear as if joking around should be fine, just think before you act. That means you Hancock. I know this is going to seem dull if we don’t get our way immediately, but I firmly believe that once we perform our magic, she’s going to come around to us. She’s already comfortable enough to wear clothes that come off as noticeably revealing. That tells me that she isn’t worried about us.”

“Dude! Her tits almost fell out when we hugged her. So close.” Brian bites his knuckle. “Oh! Oh! And, at the bonfire earlier when she lost her belly dancing outfit. That was freaking awesome. Guys ate that shit up.”

“My point exactly, Bri. We kept her safe and got her out of there. She trusts us guys.”

Heath adds his own thoughts, “I just wish that video Brian took of Margo in the shower was clearer. Fucking steam only let us see a blur. Heck, even that video she made for Eric we saw her reflection but not even that was clear enough.”

“At least the audio recorded her moaning when she masturbated with her shower wand. I love her moans.” Eric Crowe nodded with a smirk. “Especially when we called her by the pool as she ... you know ... kind of had phone sex with us ... not knowing it was all four of us listening in.”

“We presume she masturbated. No real proof of that yet.” Cabot frowned.

Eric grumbles under his breath, “I heard moans.” They all had; it just was not enough at this point.

“So, what can we say and try to get away with?” Heath scratched his head.

“Compliment her with honesty.” Cabot suggests, “Just don’t give her the impression we only want to be there to seduce her. If we stretch this out, she might seduce us instead. A day at a time is all I’m suggesting.”

“Is it too much to rub her back like we did yesterday? I almost had her dress over those titties when I rubbed her arms.” Heath was proud of that endeavor.

“Margo didn’t seem to let it bother her a whole lot. She just pulled herself together.” Eric shrugs. “Even when we doused her and Elliot in ice water. She took it well.”

“Let’s not do it every day, that might weird her out. She always wears sleeveless dresses and shoulder less shirts anyway. From what I’ve picked up, her husband liked her in them, so she got used to wearing stuff that made him happy.”

“Do you think with Elliot gone and the four of us living with her that could change? Our luck she’ll start wearing a suit of armor.” Brian worried.

“Somehow I don’t think she will. She’s set in her ways.”

“I hope she wears bikinis in front of us.” Heath grins.

Eric chuckles, “Or bra and panties like her modelling days. We should point out that there’s no difference seeing her in a magazine and in reality.”

“Good strategy.” Brian puckers. “You think she suspected I swiped her shaving cream? I mean she did have an extra can on her sink.” Brian stressed. “Elliot was pissed I wrote on his bed with it.”

“If she did suspect, she sure led her son into seeing it without grilling us.” Points out Cabot, “That means she knew you were in his bedroom and did that at least. Maybe not sneaking into her bedroom then her bath.”

“What if she does suspect and is testing us?” Heath adds.

Cabot frowns, “If she was, why would she agree to rent to us? Let alone, belly dance in front of nearly 30 young studs. She was getting worked up we all know it.”

“One, desperate for money. Two, she wants our dicks.” Brian laughs.

“I don’t think she thinks of us like that. If we play our cards right, she might start though.”

“Can you imagine swimming with her? Sitting in her sauna while she only wears a towel?” Heath dreams out loud.

“All in good time Bro. Let her feel comfortable enough to join us.” Cabot prompts confidently, “We can do this. Margo will open up I just know it.”

“Shit! It’s going to be a long day, I hope you’re gonna be sober enough to drive Bri.” Eric points out.

“I’m good Bro. Just need two hours shut eye and I’ll be up at the crack of Margo’s ass.”

“I hope I make enough money painting houses to meet the rent.” Heath sighs out of the blue. They all worried about that situation, none of them but Brian was well to do. Mainly because his parents had money. Cutting trees down with his dad was lucrative. His mother a head nurse at a hospital, but he never asked her for anything.

“Sucks we got to work, not just stay home and make love to Margo every day.” Brian scowls.

“With all of us on a different work schedule, we should be able to each have time with her.” Cabot relates, “It’s 2:00 A.M. Let’s set our cell alarms and meet at Brian’s truck at 7:30 in the morning. We can head out to take Elliot to catch his plane in Philly.”

“No shower?” Heath frowned smelling his pits.

“Good point. I say we hit the swimming pool and at least freshen up.” Cabot looks toward the Needy home. Nice thought but it wouldn’t happen.

“So, who gets to have Margo sit in their lap on the way there? Should be room for her to sit between whoever gets the back seat once Elliot bails.”

“That’s right. We want to keep her in our laps there and back both.” Cabot groans.

“We can invite my brother Jeff and have him act as if he wants to see Elliot off. That keeps the seats full and Margo stuck sharing laps.” Brian plans ahead.

“Good idea. Jeff can sit on Elliot’s lap to hide us stripping her with our eyes. Get Jeff in on this. Now, let’s go get some sleep. “Cabot adds.

“Lil’ Bro won’t go for that. Neither will my big Bro.” Brian rolls his eyes, “I say Jeff takes the passenger front seat and the rest of you dickweeds suffer Elliot. At least his mom will keep your laps happy. I guess that means I drive home now to get Jeff. I’ll be back here at 7:30.” Brian crawls to his feet brushing his pants off. In agreement the boys part ways. Tents occupied the slumber went easily.

1:30 AM, the Needy household.

Just prior to the boys calling it a night. How Elliot managed to walk was beyond belief. He had drunk enough Jim Beam that he should be hurling. Teetering like a sleepwalker at best he managed to find Margo.

“Mom?” Elliot groggily found his adoptive mother Margo Needy stretched out on her basement sofa weeping. Having discarded her nightshirt earlier she now wore a sheer white micro night gown with an overabundant cleavage. She looks over her shoulder at his unexpected arrival. Sitting in front of an open flame in the gas fireplace nurturing a glass of red wine she offers a miserable pout. “Are you okay?”

“Just missing you already.” She tugs at her short hem to cover the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. “Sit with me?”

“Sure.” He plops down next to her, very used to her attire. He had seen her wear this impossible to hide from nightie many times in the past. He liked her in it but never once let on that he noticed. Hell, he had laid it on his bed and humped it when he was 17. Perv that he was. At least he didn’t wear it.

Curling her legs up she reaches out to pull him into her as a comfort, “It’s hard for me to let go Elliot. Here all alone in this big mansion in the mountains, it seems like the start of a horror movie.”

He snuggles up closer with her overlooking her chest mashing against him. Her scent was intoxicating. He found his hand on her knee, but she didn’t let it bother her in the least. “You wanted me to accept this scholarship and all that it involves. I was happy staying here.”

“You need to realize your potential sweetheart. While I need to learn to survive on my own. I can’t coddle my baby forever.” She kisses his forehead multiple times.

“At least you have the guys. I think it’s kind of cool that you agreed to rent to them. They’re all big boys they can take good care of you.”

Her eyes flare at his perception, she too had realized their size and protective nature. In some ways it was attractive. She chalked that up to loneliness. It did worry her a little that the boys might come on strong the more time they spent alone with her. Not a bad thing, not certain of a good thing. Her head was a tad mixed up at the moment. Damned emotions. Her years married to Darryl and his dominant expectations of her, she had done it all. Loving every minute of it in her nymphomaniac mind. Once he was gone, her zest for such openness faded a bit. She knew she required sex but chasing it was not easy. She had no driver’s license, no close friends, only Elliot to fall back on. Until now! Not sexually concerning her son but depending on him for other things. The only time he drove their cars was to catch the bus when he was still in high school. Not even he had a license. Things were never easy. Most everything was delivered to them, including groceries. The sex she needed was always on the backburner. Toys were a wonderful hobby.

“I’m confident they will. Are you all packed?”

“Yes. I finished packing before the party. I think I have everything. It’s a good thing we’re going to the airport in Brian’s pickup truck, otherwise I wouldn’t have anywhere to store my luggage. His bed comes in useful.”

In her mind she envisions an actual bed with Brian offering her a place to stretch out. That thought spooked her, for all of three minutes, then it seemed inviting. It had to be hormones. Of course, it was.

“A two-hour drive to the airport all cramped up is not my idea of fun.” She confesses.

“I know. At least we don’t have to pay for an Uber or a cab. That would cost a fortune.”

“Says the young man who pawns his mother off to his friend’s laps. Don’t worry Elliot I won’t sit on yours and embarrass you in front of your friends. I’ll just be beet red all the way there and back.”

“Now you’re making me feel guilty.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be fine as long as they keep their hands to themselves.” She truly hoped that they wouldn’t. Margo found herself rubbing her leg rather than holding her gown down. If he looked hard Elliot might just see a thing of beauty.

“They will. The guys really respect you.” Not even close!

“I think so too.” In her mind she alters her vocalized opinion, shuddering at the possibility she might be wrong, “Not too respectful I hope.” Margo had sat there just before Elliot came down, fantasizing about the boys. She couldn’t be obvious, so she was already sorting out her right from wrong anticipation. Part of her knew she needed to behave for Elliot’s sake, the other felt compelled to see just what the boys might be like without her son around. Sipping her wine, she hid a sly grin.

“I’m risking my life by not wearing a seatbelt, Elliot. I hope whoever I’m sitting on has strong arms to be a human belt buckle.”

“They all are.” He laughs, “That sounded funny Mom.”

“You better get another couple of hours sleep. Brian and Cabot said they would be here at 8:00 sharp. We can’t leave much later than that or you will miss your flight. Keep your ticket and passport in your suitcase so we don’t leave home without it.”

“Already thought of that. You need sleep too.” He leans over and kisses her cheek. Regardless of her attire she yanks him into a smothering hug. His balance off, his hand landed directly on her upper thigh. In his hug he hadn’t realized his fingers had slipped up under the hem drift of her nightie. All said and done he let her sob on his shoulder. Ten minutes later he got up without even thinking of where his hand had been. She hadn’t really figured it out herself. Good thing.

Alone again, Margo looked down at her nightie and smiled, “I know exactly what I’m wearing this morning.” As a former model, fashion meant everything. Eye candy to the rich and famous, not to mention the lustful, and the pervs. Giving Elliot time to settle in upstairs she reached between her couch cushion and procured a hidden vibrating dildo. It was large and very useful. Stretching out with one leg on the cushion, she lifts her gown and fires up her toy. Placing it directly on her clit she closed her eyes and pictured the ride to Philly. Dirty images filled her desires making her squirm and cum quickly. Continuing her stimulation, she mumbled her personal desires.

“Boys? Are you all looking up my skirt? Silly me I forgot to put on panties. Brian you’re so crude, watch the road, not me.” This led to, “Is that a big erection under my bare bottom Cabot? Oh my! Brian is hitting every bump in the road. I hope my bouncing over your lap doesn’t hurt you Cabot. Thank you for holding my legs so I don’t fly all over the backseat Eric ... Heath. Such strong young men.” She moans vividly picturing their hands sliding up under her skirt to rub her pussy. Time to cum again. After a weakening orgasm Margo Needy lay back and sighs, “God, I hope they can’t keep their eyes and hands off of me.” She closes her eyes for two minutes before sitting up quickly, “What are you doing Margo? You can’t do that, nor can you let it happen. You have to live with these boys for who knows how long. Behave.”

Concluding it time to get sleep she takes her wine and her toy with her. Silently climbing her two staircases she looks over her shoulder and down the steps. “Are you watching my butt Heath? Shame on you. You want to take me to bed with you? Have to catch me first.” She giggles and races quietly to her bedroom door then leans against it envisioning being caught and kissed all over. She was soaked between her thighs. Sighing loudly, she opens the door and goes to her bed, throwing herself on to the mattress picturing herself being hurled by a greedy roommate. This time Brian was ravishing her body. Her mind was pretty screwed up at the moment. Having worn herself out with her toy a third time she thanks Cabot for her latest orgasm. Tired but aware she takes on Eric just for good measure. The boys just could not leave her alone. Her sheets a stained mess Margo sits up and cries. No rest for the weary. Nothing but those pesky muscle relaxers might get in her way. Margo would regret them as the morning drug on.

As her alarm went off at 6:30 AM she crawled from bed groggily, the relaxers in her system after the bonfire, had wanted her to sleep more, even though her sensual activity ignored them. She knew she couldn’t give in to temptation. A hot shower to cleanse her stank she perfumed up from head to toe. She then, set about finding the dress she wanted to wear. Locating it amid her hundreds of outfits she held a white mini dress up in front of her in a mirror. It had spaghetti straps to hold a very, very low cleavage from falling further. It was roomie over her bust, loose the rest of the way down, flaring out in the skirt but barely covering her butt cheeks with a sheer lace. It was not that much different than her prior nightie, only the silky nightgown was now soft cotton, almost like a t-shirt.

“Mmm! This should get some attention. Panties? No panties? I’ll compromise, panties there, none back home. That way Elliot can’t get upset with me more than he probably will seeing me in the dress. He’s just going to have to get over it.” Thin lacey white G-string it was, shamelessly invisible right up the crack of her ass.

Dressed she brushed out her gently wavy brown hair then opted for a white tiara that lay flat holding her hair down. She looked darn cute in it. Make up touched to perfection she even applied red lipstick. Margo Needy was stunning. As always!

Hearing Elliot tromping around in his bedroom getting dressed, she headed downstairs to make him breakfast. That ended up being a bowl of cereal. She didn’t want to risk getting her white dress dirty. Noting the time on her cell she suddenly got a text. Reading it she smiled then looked up.

“They’re here early.” She shuffles through her home excitedly and opens the front door. Outside stood not four boys, but a fifth. Her brow peaked at the addition. Putting on short heels from a shoe closet she takes a walk out to meet them. They all stood, backs to Brian’s truck looking smug. Almost like a police lineup.

“We figured it was better to be early than run late.” Cabot called out.

“See Jeff?” Brian Hancock whispered, “I told you she was Gal Gadot’s twin with a hint of Sophie Turner.”

“Who might this be Brian?” She reaches them and beguiles them with a warm smile.

“This is my older brother Jeff. He’s 21.”

“If I look like Gal Gadot, Jeff here is Henry Cavill.” She winks having heard the whisper. Jeff did favor the man a bit.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Gadot.”

“I even wore a tiara.” She giggles. “No invisible plane I’m afraid.” Although her dress did accent her areolas as if transparent but not so much. Her deep tan filtered through as plain as day.

“You look crazy hot Mrs. Needy.” Heath complimented her. She blushed slightly and stepped over to peck him on the cheek. Now he blushed.

“Question Brian ... just what is the seating arrangement now that we’re becoming a clown car?” She frowns with a curiously raised brow.

“I figure I drive. My bro takes the front seat. Cabot, Elliot, Heath, and Eric crush together in the back. You ride backseat shotgun.”

“For two hours there. Two back.” She dreaded.

“Safer inside than riding in my bed.”

“Why can we not take two cars?” She fidgets not truly wanting that but aiming to sound reasonable. It would have been easy enough to let them drive one of Darryl’s stored autos. There was no fun in that though.

“None of their cars are as dependable as my truck. We do want to get Elliot there without any breakdowns, don’t we?” Brian adds.

“This is true. I hope your air works, today is supposed to be a scorcher. I’m almost afraid to wear this dress. If I sweat too much it might become..., shall we say ... as if wearing that ice water last night.”

“That dress looks awesome on you Mrs. Needy.” Jeff defends the possibility. “Bri tells me you used to be a model. I can tell. You have runway legs.”

“Aw! That’s sweet of you to say. That deserves a peck on the cheek too.” She eases in and plants her palms on his chest to offer him a kiss. He shocks her with one of his own. Jeff like his brother had rock hard pecs from working out. The touch gave her goosebumps. Her nipples arriving at a similar conclusion, even though they were constantly erect. “Mmm! your cologne is intoxicating.”

“So is your perfume. I hope you don’t mind my saying this but so are you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” She beguiles him with perfect teeth. That of course led to compliments from those who had failed to do so. She made her rounds pecking cheeks. Sighing, she fans herself with her fingers as if overheated, “I had better check on Elliot.” Turning she wiggles away with flared eyes dancing the Lambada. “Oh my god! This day is going to be so hot.” The heat was on.

“Did I not tell you this bitch was smoking hot, Bro?” Brian excitedly reassures Jeff.

“I’d fuck her. A couple hundred times even.”

“Give us time to work our magic you just might get to.” Cabot grins.

“You should have come to the party.” Heath chimes in, “She lost her belly dancing skirt. So awesome.”

“She’s certainly ... friendly. Wonder if she would rent me a closet to live in.” Jeff chuckles.

Brian puckers at the option. “Your lease is coming up. We can hint around after we get on her good side.”

“We can work on that but for now we stick to our plan.” Cabot directs the group.

A unified, “Right.” confirms their dedication to doing this scam perfectly.

“I’ll go in and help Elliot bring his bags down.” Heath sprints toward the house and enters just in time to see Margo and Elliot on their way down. Seeing Heath, Elliot scowls.

“Now you show up.”

“Sorry Bro. Let me grab that duffle.” Stealing it he wags his eyebrows at Margo. Merely smiling she attempted to contain her reaction. Instead choosing to follow the boys out. Locking up the house she joins everyone at the truck. Suicide doors open on both sides the boys begin climbing in. Elliot, after he and Heath had put his luggage in the truck bed entered on the driver’s side. Heath took the middle meeting Cabot, Eric on Cabot’s right, Elliot on the driver’s side door. Once settled in Brian shuts the back door on him.