Cougar House
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Episode 85: COVER STORY
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 85: COVER STORY - The widow Margo Needy prepared to send her adopted son Elliot off to Paris to a college program for high intellects. Left alone in the wilderness mansion of her late husband, college basketball coach Darryl Needy, she opted to let her son's young friends rent spare rooms to feel safe. Let her secrets and theirs lead Momma Margo down a gloriously erotic path that goes darker by the day. It was time for Margo to let it all hang out. Just like it was time for those boys to become men. BIG TIME!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Illustrated
“Ready for bed little man?”
Crista Pooshard, freshly showered wore a towel around her body rather than get dressed. Primarily due to her still baffling reasons for being obedient to a pair of much younger men, one of them not even twenty yet. At least his brother was two years older. Both youthful gods in build and dominance, if not made up as they went along. All she knew was those big dick boys were incredible in bed and with nothing else going for her life she just didn’t care what anyone thought other than herself. No steady man to keep her company she would do almost anything to keep them.
Desperate? Yes and no! She was an adult with commitments in other areas, one her big cat sanctuary and two her nephew. With her sister in drug rehab the young man had no one, his father unable to deal with his autism which often put him in moods that were hard to deal with. The boy almost always got his way, temperamental and destructive if not. Not a good combo to have around wild cats, but she was good at keeping him calm. Most days!
“Oh, no! You’re not wearing that unless I get to wear one.” Her much younger employee, slash roommate put her hands on her hips to stand her ground. “Even if I am the storyteller tonight, I swore off my clothing just like you. If they call and see you in that towel there goes our...” She turned her back to Darby Pooshard Pilgrim before whispering her last bit of response, he at least had his father’s last name. “ ... good time. Two nights in a row, I say we try for ten.”
“You’re right! I wasn’t thinking.”
Off came the towel, even if Darby just couldn’t look. Good boy in that aspect, he did respect his aunt even if she was letting a huge cock disrespect her nephew. It was not like he didn’t want to look, he did, especially at Olivia in her next to perfect self. He often spied on her in the shower, even waking up in the middle of the night to witness her masturbating. Sneaky Pete when he wanted to be. Most nights he was a rock once he had his dose of ZzzQuil, not even waking up to pee. Stern bladder at least!
Crista was worried about leaving him alone. Last night she was lucky to have a sitter in an old woman up the road, but at 75 Lorna Kripke was barely capable of taking care of herself. Two nights in a row and she may never be available again. Double dose of ZzzQuil, Crista prayed she didn’t overdose her nephew, especially considering her sister, his mom was in rehab for oxycodone abuse. Crista was just stupid get down to it. Smart yes, but no common sense when she needed something. With both Hancock boys larger than life below the belt and her insatiable appetite for long sessions with them ... yeah, definitely stupid.
Olivia Furman was equally obsessed. While cute as a button and physically rambunctious she had fallen under their spell as well. She could probably land any guy out there if she wanted but with her commitment to helping Crista keep her cats healthy and happy, her love for all things wild, there was little time to do her thing. Normally! That was in question now that the other wild things were rough and ferocious in bed. “Hurry up and call guys.” She paced as Darby downed his double Z without any argument. It was 9:35 PM already, cat food was in the truck on ice and ready to roll.
“I hope they don’t stand us up.” Crista sighed also looking at the clock in her kitchen. “Darby?”
“Yeah, Aunt Cris?”
“Sweety? This must be a shock to you, seeing Liv and I ... with no clothing.”
“Can I take mine off?”
“Uh?” Oh boy! Neither lady saw that coming. “You better keep yours on Sweety. It’s just a girl thing.” Bad enough, the boy was sporting wood under his pajamas. It was unsettling to them as much as it had to be for him. Her sister would, will raise hell with her after she comes home. Again, stupid enough not to care right now.
“Should I get the story over with?” Liv mumbled! “Brian did say he wanted me on Facetime while I read. You don’t think Brian ... would stoop too low, do you? Not with...” A glance at Darby she cringed. If he tried to make her do anything she would have to say goodbye to the Hancock’s. Anything sexual on her part was illegal, no way was she going to ruin that boy’s life. Being told to do things with Crista was one thing, but not to an underage innocent with autism. Nope! Never in a zillion years. Crista would have to decline as well. Nudity in front of the boy was tragic enough.
“No shirt!” Darby pouted and took it off before Crista could politely suggest he not. Huffing her cheeks, she allowed it.
“Keep your pants on young man.”
“Okay, Aunt Cris.” See how easy that was?
“Why don’t you go crawl into bed, Olivia will be there shortly.”
“What’s our story tonight, Darby?” Liv aimed for a short one but would deal with whatever he requested just to make him drowsy enough to fall fast asleep.
“The Caves and the Cockatrice.” He mumbled, repeating the story title three times.
“Have we read that one?” Liv looked at Crista.
“I don’t recall. You’ll just have to look it up in the book.”
“Am I dirty or does that title sound hot?”
“We the caves waiting on our handsome cocktrees?” Crista altered the title giggling.
“I thought we were the cock teases.”
Cells ringing the girls bulged their eyes. “Both of us?” They hurried to grab their phones simultaneously answering while Darby went to his room as told, climbing into bed and covering himself with a sheet. It was 80 degrees even at 9:45 PM. No AC did not help. Just a ceiling fan to cool his slumber when he went to sleep. At the moment he was wired.
“Hello?” Liv answered first. Facetime request activated Brian saw Liv and she saw him. He was freshly showered himself if his wet hair was any indication. “Hey, sexy man.”
“Ready for another all-nighter?”
“You are so going to spoil me. We can’t stay all night though. Four hours tops?”
“Stay the fuck home.”
“Brian don’t be like that. We can’t leave Darby eight or nine hours. If he wakes up and we’re gone he’s going to lose it. Even four hours is risky.”
“Four and a half or I hang up.”
“Fine! As long as Crista agrees. Darby is her family, not mine.”
Walking up on Liv and Brian, Crista had his older brother Jeffrey on Facetime. Their conversation was pretty much the same with a similar resistance. “I agreed to five hours.” Crista told her with a worried look. “You both know we would stay a week if we could.” She pouted! “I speak for both of us in saying forgive us master’s.” That term was sinking in because both women were infatuated. Anything that kept them wanted they would do. Well, within reason.
“Better read us a story then.” Jeffrey prompted! “Put him at ease and snuggle up until he’s down for the count.”
“I took a risk of doubling his nighttime sleep aid. I’ve taken two before and I slept like ten hours.”
“Take us to bed bitches.” Brian ordered showing them his erection in his hand. Jeffrey did the same just to torture the girls. “Get those pussies wet.”
“They’ve never stopped being wet.” Liv laughed! “God, I love that big head. I swear it’s the size of my fist. Feels like it anyway.” Brian agreed as he pumped his beast. “Don’t cum until we get there. Stop that!”
“Get in there and read that story.”
“We’re going.” Joint effort tonight! At least Olivia didn’t feel as awkward knowing that the boy was a hugger when being read to. Crista there would take at least some of that attention away from feeling so wrong. On their shuffle in both prayed the Hancock God’s would not be too demanding. They truly wanted to ride those big, beautiful steel rods.
Entering his room, they found Darby under his sheet with a thick hardbound book in his lap. “About time!” He yawned! That was a good sign.
“Don’t you want your blanket on?” Crista started to touch them when his legs kicked wildly. “Okay! Just asking. Relax!” Crista crawled into bed to his right, Olivia to his left. Darby saw Brian’s face on Liv’s cell and smiled.
“Hi, Bri!”
“Hey there little buddy. We thought we’d join you for your bedtime story. Do you mind?”
“Nope! It’s a good one. The Caves and the Cockatrice. It’s got dragons.”
“So do I buddy. I’m dragon the floor right now.” The women giggled knowing he meant his dick, exaggerating but funny. “You look tired.”
“Not bad! Bri?”
“Yeah, Bud?”
“Why are Aunt Cris and Olivia allowed to not wear clothes? I don’t want to wear clothes.” Crista pleaded with her eyes that the Hancock boys behave.
“I never sleep with clothes.” Jeff chimed in. Brian admitting the same.
“No fair!”
“Leave your pants on.” Crista winced at her nephew. Olivia puffed her cheeks as Brian with his cell on his upper body motioned her closer to Darby. Jeff telling Crista, “Oh! Be nice it’s hot as hell tonight.”
“Jeffrey, please!”
“You know when Brian and I was your age we used to make a tent out of our blankets and read with a flashlight.”
“We don’t have time for that Jeffrey.” Crista pouted!
“Let me just get started reading. I’m getting sleepy.” Liv feigned a yawn.
“Snuggle in ladies, nice and tight. Darby there is ready for a close-knit family story.”
Sighing the ladies stretched out closer to him, the lad eager to hear his story. “In our family we got closer than that. Body heat meant we were loved.” Brian cleared his throat. Slightly defeated the girls both laid their heads on Darby’s shoulders and rolled their bodies sideways into his. Tits were touching his chest and arm. Darby grinned at Brian.
“I love my Aunt Cris and Olivia.”
That made the ladies smile and both lift their faces to kiss his cheeks. He chuckled and used his upper thighs to hoist the large book hoping they would take the hint. Olivia nestled in and took her hand to draw the book more toward her but for some reason Darby wanted it over his lap. Both women had a hunch because, he was probably embarrassed of having an erection, undoubtedly incurred due to their enforced nudity. Boys will be boys!
“You know how hard it is ... to hold a cell and a book?” Liv laughed!
“You and Crista should prop that big book up with your knees, Darby can keep it steady.” Brian suggested with a devilish grin. “Might even be easier from under that sheet.”
“Brian?” Crista sighed, her warm exhale flowing over Darby’s chest.
“He’s right Crista.” Olivia caved for her employer and best friend. Easing a bit lower in her cling her nipples trailed along Darby’s arm until she could lift the sheet out from under her body and pull it over her. Repositioning further her leg rubbed up against his and her knee lifted one side of the hardbound.
Grumbling, Crista reluctantly went along, her own big breasts finding misfortune in pressing into her nephew’s chest. Darby was shaking like a leaf but grinning hard. Her leg in a similar position warmly adapted to his skin. A swift lift of the sheet she turned pale. Olivia already knowing what was in store just waited to see Crista’s reaction.
“Where are your pants?” Hearing this Brian and Jeff busted up. Crista sneered at Jeffrey then at Brian in Liv’s hand.
“Behind my pillow.” Darby looked sad, then started rocking as much as he could as if being scolded and upset with anyone telling him what to do. His persona challenging him, the women planted sat their phones down and used their free hands to palm his chest.
“Just breath, Darby! I’m not mad. You do need to start listening to me better.”
That was not helping, the book was sliding back as their knees leaned inward rather than upward to compensate their comforting postures. This was just plain fucked up, both women thought, yet neither spoke out loud. All Crista could think to do was rub his chest and belly like her sister did. His breathing harsh and nasally it was like a panic attack but not so much, more a mental retaliation to being told no.
Cradling him even closer to her in a motherly embrace she rubbed his chest, feeling how rapid his heartbeat was. Olivia knowing the drill went to work rubbing his belly in a counterclockwise manner, opposite Crista’s clockwise motion. His rocking however didn’t make it easy. Olivia a few times found her fingers accidentally getting tangled in his pubic hair. Not on purpose definitely! The book had fallen down between his legs along with their phones. All the Hancock boys could do was wait and see what happened.
Their legs over his, the ladies at least anchored his sway. What was bad was the fact the poor guy’s hard on was sticking straight up, lifting his sheet. This was so not going to be easy. Crista implored him to breath slowly and prompted him to lay back in hopes his body would lose interest in his nervous muscles. Guiding him back, the ladies tightened ranks to almost lay on top of him just to let him sense he was safe and warm. Touching his penis with their knees became hard to avoid in securing his lockdown to clear his mind. Crista whispering in his ear that Auntie Cris was there.
“Everything okay over there?” Brian dared to ask, Olivia’s cell at an angle he could almost read the book.
“Getting there! I warned you, Brian.” Crista sighed! “When he gets like this all you can do is hold him tight and coddle. It’s almost like holding down someone who is epileptic. It just takes time to relax him.” Even in his prison of limbs and weight pressing down on him Darby lifted his hips as if his muscles had a mind of their own. Jeffrey on Crista’s cell caught a glimpse of the tented sheet and tried not to laugh at the boy’s hardship.