Cougar House
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Episode 88: C’est le Vie
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 88: C’est le Vie - 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
“The plan is going perfectly. My biggest concern is that Brigitte is going to discover our cameras. She has to be questioning how Dominus keeps such close tabs on her.”
Brahms Zoabi was remaining in touch with his co-conspirator Elliot Needy even as he made out with sweet, tantalizing Giselle LaPute. Her being deaf saved her from hearing Brahms talk. Low level as it was! All Elliot could do was listen at the moment. Even Porche Reed and her ward Solstice Mellencamp were in his ear telling him to remain calm. No problem! Elliot was chill in Giselle’s embrace.
Solstice did praise Brahms on his performance as Dominus in Elliot’s absence. It seemed that he was a born actor even for an intellectual nerd. Her encouragement made the boy happy. Overconfident at times! Yet, he managed to put her in the background at the right moment so as not to make any err in judgment. Thus far!
Coming up for air Elliot paused Giselle by kissing her forehead. Allowed to use his hands he made her go sit on the bed while he offered up his purchased chicken noodle soup. “Here! You need to eat for two now.” A gentle pat to her belly she smiled sheepishly. His acknowledging their future together made her ecstatic.
“I am so glad you are here with me. I love you.” She signed before accepting her spoon.
“I love you too. Listen, we have to talk. It took everything I had to get your mom to let me in. We have to keep your motherhood to ourselves a bit longer until I can figure out how to break the news that she is going to be a grandmother.” Eyes wide Giselle understood and nodded before sipping broth from the cup. “Master needs time to sort things out so she does not throw a fit and have me arrested.”
“She will not have you arrested.” Her voice low and distorted a bit revealed. “Mother is strong, but not heartless.” The teacher could have fooled him up until Dominus showed up.
Shrugging over her attempt he motioned her to eat. The soup was delicious, no denying that. A doorbell heard Elliot perked up and listened to Brahms as he revealed that Brigitte’s guest had arrived. The man was Truman Escoffier; a French art dealer connected to the world-famous Louvre. Hearing his identity Elliot immediately had a crazy idea of using the guy to gain access to the museum when his mother Margo was here to visit and collect her money from his rich Egyptian ally Farouk. French cuisine for thought!
A grunt on his part Elliot walked over to Giselle’s DVD collection aligning an antique looking bookshelf. Finding the classic movie Gremlins, he showed it to her with a thumbs up. She giddily expressed her thrill that he liked the movie. Good call, Brigitte! Mommy knew best!
Having thought ahead he had a few micro cameras stuffed into his cargo punches. Handing her the DVD he asked her to get the movie started while he went to the bathroom. Giselle suspected nothing and claimed the DVD case. Cautiously, Elliot stepped to her bedroom door and opened it. Peering out he saw no one but did listen closely. Brahms informed him that Brigitte was still in her foyer. A greeting with Truman Escoffier led him to disrobe at the door and leave his clothing neatly folded on the entry mat. A collar and leash applied he went to all-fours and followed Brigitte down into her basement dungeon. Door sealed and locked they were now out of the way.
A new camera was quickly added to the upper hallway as if a housefly on the wall. He knew he had very little time before Giselle might come looking for him, so he hurried downstairs and back to the kitchen for bottled water to use as his excuse. Stopping at Escoffier’s trousers he carefully looked through the man’s wallet. A lot of money in it he was tempted to steal some but then thought that maybe it was to pay Brigitte later. Nope! Better not! He did however take pictures of his ID and carried photos of family members. Just in case!
“Ooh La La! If this is the guy’s daughter, I’m up for blackmailing her too.” Chuckling over a cute redhead at an obvious graduation ceremony he at least had an idea of her age. “Eh! I have enough to contend with right now. Maybe before the end of school, I can hook up with her.” Probably not! Headed back upstairs he made it just as Giselle opened the door. Showing her bottled water, she smiled and ushered him inside. Closing her door, she was hugging him from behind before he could even reach her bed.
Movie ready, she sat with him and used the remote to start it. As if they would watch it! Pajamas off in five minutes she was all over him. What mom doesn’t know won’t get them into trouble. For now, at least!
Four miles across the city! The rented tenement of Porche Reed and Solstice Mellencamp! Ritzy! Magnifique! View of the Eiffel tower from the balcony. Daddy insisted on nothing but the best for his brainchild.
“Don’t even say it, Porche. You think you’ve stumbled upon a goldmine with my friends.”
“Perhaps!” Porche licked her fingers after masturbating. A towel to her right cleaned up her mess on the floor below. “I know you do not fully trust me, Solstice, but I am trying very hard to be noble in this situation. Strangely, I find your friends both entertaining and wickedly enthusiastic in their endeavor. Yes, I could easily demand this book of names and use their recorded footage to blackmail each and every one of them. However, I am not here in Paris to create more drama. Your father must never know of this, or I would have no choice but to do what I am trying to overlook.”
“You know my lips are sealed. I’ve never been fond of my dad’s tactics.”
“Nor my line of work I am certain.”
“Well, cleaning your guns wearing fancy dresses does make you look 007 level.”
“Why thank you!”
“Bad Bond girl!”
“Why thank you.”
“You’re ate up!”
“Hopefully soon. This Brigitte is whetting my appetite.”
“I get that. Mine too! I ... can we just ... talk?”
“Is that not what we are doing?”
“You know what I mean.”
“You have grown fond of this, Brahms. You are young and full of life. I will say nothing unless you get pregnant. Then I will have to justify how I fucked up in watching over you.”
“I told you I’d make him wear condoms from now on. I am on birth control.”
“Then as long as you keep all of that up, including young, Mister Mossad, I see no issue. I trust you to keep us both from your father’s wrath.”
“At least you never had to deal with my mom. She was worse than dad.”
In hearing this Porche sighed and looked away. Truth be told it was Porche who was hired to take out Lionel Mellencamp’s wife Camille for cheating on him with a rival don. A secret she had no choice but to take to her grave. To this day, knowing Solstice so much better, she regretted accepting that contract. Perhaps this was why Porche felt so ... motherly. A favor returned!
“I am sure she loved you very much.”
“Couldn’t tell! She was all about money and fame. My stepmother Julia has been more of a mother to me than she ever was.”
“Julia is very nice. At any rate! I support you Solstice, please support me.”
“I’m trying! Knowing you kill people for money just ... I really shouldn’t know that. Dad has put his foot down on what I say due to it.”
“Yet, your friends seem to know.”
“Which puts them in harm’s way. Can you just overlook that part.”
“Until I have reason to worry. As you know, I now have much on them as well. A quiet truce can be found as long as their age does not conceive any stupid moves.”
“As if everything they do isn’t stupid. Brahms would have never done any of this without Elliot suckering him.”
“It is obvious that Brahms likes this that he does. A father who is a spy has rubbed off on him. You might ground him if you truly like this boy.”
“I’m gay! Mostly! Ugh! Maybe not! He did ... he’s pretty good in bed now that I took his virginity.”
“There lies an interesting question.”
“I told you I took my own virginity when I was sixteen.” A frown on Porche’s part Solstice pouted! “I can’t tell you who took it.”
“I think I already know. Which is why you chose to consider women over men. A reason why your father selected me to watch over you.”
“Probably! Your guess may be right, but I refuse to acknowledge it.”
“Of course! It is safer that way for the both of us.” Again, truth be told it was Camille who learned of Lionel Mellencamp’s dastardly deed. It drove her into another man’s arms. Yes, Lionel took his daughter’s virginity. Camille sought a way out and her lover Andre DeMartini fit that bill of security. Andre was now a cripple, thanks to Porche. A long list of deeds made her guilty if not showing it.
“Look at Brigitte do her thing. Ow! She shoved her stiletto heel right up that Truman guy’s anus.” The man was bound on the cold, hard concrete floor of Brigitte’s dungeon, ass in the air. His neckline had a bolted down collar keeping his cheek to the dusty slab. Torment great, yet willingly embraced, Truman found his erection oozing cum each time she pressured that spike into his dark recesses. She demanded that!
“I think I might enjoy doing that to her.”
“You would! Why not shove the barrel of your gun up her ass.”
“I have actually done that before.” Porche giggled! “She loved my silencer.”
“Who did? No, don’t tell me.”
“A fellow hit princess. Her name is Domino. Real name, I do not know. She wore an eye patch. We fought and the winner was on top.”
“Let me guess you took her good eye.”
“No! Only her life.”
“Sadistic bitch!”
“She would have done the same to me. I simply enjoyed a brief sexual encounter at her expense.”
“Stop! All I envision is a dead lay. Porche ... just ... try to be more human. Please!” Seeing misty eyes Porche turned off the laptop feed connected to Brahms offered surveillance footage of Brigitte. Closed down Porche left her seat and went to the kitchen to refill her wine glass. Returning with it she sat it on the table but chose to hug Solstice from behind.
“For you! Only you!”
“You are not licking my twat.”
“That is something we never should have done. You ... asked me to if I am not mistaken.”
“Lonely and bored. Needy!” Saying that word she pictured Elliot Needy. “Ugh! Why does he have to have such a last name. Anyway, I never want that from you again. Just ... be my friend.”
“I have always been your friend. I agree ... never again. Not even if you beg me to as you did before.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“No! You simply used your father’s techniques to get what you wanted. Who was I to deny you.”
“No more! Help me get Brahms to ... love me.”
“Sweetheart! I think you have done that on your own.”
“It might just be because I seduced him.”
“What part of his words anything for you my pet did you overlook.”
“I am not a pet.”
“It was a compliment. I see infatuation in his eyes.”
“Are we sure it’s not Dominus?”
“In the end I think it will be you who becomes Dominus.”
“As long as I’m not like my dad.”
“Strength is not always in numbers, it is withheld until mature enough to put in motion. I have faith in your future. Your father will not be in power forever. That is simply fate.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to inherit some criminal empire. I just want to be me. To be ... in love.”
“Youth! Find restraint for now.”
“Whatever! I... “ Solstice bulged her eyes. “Shit! You heard everything, didn’t you?” Now even Porche, formerly Peta, narrowed her eyes. “We forgot our earpieces.” Eyelids now closed Porche realized their mistake in speaking so freely. Now who was stupid.
“No worries! I’ve been too busy figuring out my next conversation as Dominus. Elliot wants me to babble some more to make his night at LaPute house more fun. “All I heard was you love me.” Laughter followed! “We can talk about that in a week or three. After all of this Dominus stuff blows over and Elliot gets us all laid.”
“So, you want Brigitte too.”
“I always did. Why do you think I’m helping Elliot. No offense, I really dig you Solstice. I just ... up until yesterday I thought you were a lesbian. Sex with you was awesome and I’m definitely open to more. I just think we should take things slow and be certain of what we both want. Don’t you?”
“I guess!” Bummer! “You’re right!”
“Hey, Porche? I think I figured out how to get you and Brigitte together.”
“How is that?”
“We can have you bring Solstice some books she left at home on Monday or Tuesday. You can walk-in on her when she is in a compromising position. Dominus can see you and use you like she thinks we’re using Elliot. She will chase you rather than you her.”
“An intriguing idea! Yes, we can explore that option.” For now, she would let his eavesdropping go. The boy either was telling the truth, or he was rambling to hide the facts he had learned. At least the parts concerning murder were only in her thoughts. No visuals in their residence helped. Porche made certain to sweep the tenement for bugs and hidden cameras each day she was out for any length of time. She even snooped inside Solstice’s book bag. Safety was still achieved!
“What did Elliot add to this scheme?” Solstice spoke!
“He’s securing Giselle using Dominus to push Brigitte into letting them have sex. He wants Dominus to order her to encourage it. She will let Elliot spend the night and have his fun while he makes it look awkward. He’s good at awkward.”
“It’s because he is awkward. More of a numb skull, but hey!”
“He’s problem solving. You know that explaining how Giselle got pregnant before now will make her suspicious. They can have sex tonight and make it look as if he knocked her up this round instead of two weeks ago.”
“That’s a reasonable solution as long as Brigitte doesn’t start calculating days. She has already seen her daughter ill from morning sickness. That will return.”
“Right! But it can be a virus for the next few days to cover her tracks. Elliot just needs to lock down Giselle from admitting it. She’s crazy in love with Elliot so I can safely say that she won’t do anything to upset him.”
“Giselle might learn about Dominus if she questions her mother over why she is allowing Elliot to be her boyfriend. From what I understand Brigitte is overly protective.” A squeeze to the shoulder of Solstice, Porche made it clear she felt much the same. Mommy complex! Porche had no children of her own at 36. Solstice was the closest she could contemplate on. In a way Solstice knew that about her appointed guardian. A pat to Porche’s knuckles made them both smile.
“The truth maybe, in small doses.” Brahms suggested! “Giselle can learn of this Dominus and that Elliot is caught in the middle. That would explain things when Brigitte joins them in bed.”
“WHAAAAT!”
“A threesome?” Porche chuckled! “How valiant Elliot is. Ballsy, I might add!”
“He’s going to blow this entire scheme.”
“Not with me as backup. Besides that, after Elliot’s mom comes to visit then leaves Dominus will vanish. Everything will go back to normal. By then Elliot can remove all the cameras and bugs as if they were never there.”
“And if Brigitte discovers them?”
“Dominus will order her to ignore them or face punishment. Porche? Keep those thugs you hired on a payroll, if you can. We can make use of them another day.”
“You must think I am rich.”
“Dad is! I’ll ask for money. This is Paris and quite expensive. Julia would even spot me money.”
“I have their numbers. Until needed!”
“We probably should keep an ear on them. In case they like to talk. They may not know where their bankroll came from but they know Brigitte and her address now. If they turn on her for fun of their own...”
“Porche can take them out.”
“Enough of that!” She scolded Solstice. “I will deal with those four. Without bloodshed!” That last verse was in thought.
“You deal with your people, I’ll deal with Dominus. I’m actually having fun being a bad guy.” Duly noted!
“A match made in heaven.” Porche whispered to Solstice. Ugh! “A new criminal empire in the making.”
“Not if I have any say.”
“Okay! Brigitte just finished up with that Truman guy. She only jerked him off and made him drink his own semen. Well, while sitting on his face. I guess he had a little reward.”
“Cum chaser! Domina style!”
“Right! He’s dressed and being walked out now. I’ll let Elliot know to be ready for Brigitte to show up unexpectedly. Why don’t you two go have dinner and relax. I’ll message you as needed.”
“Have fun! Sushi?”
“Not eating my twat!”
Ugh! A shared response!
“Those Gremlin’s are really scary.”
Giselle was clinging to Elliot as they lay in bed, she under his arm. For once she was not pawing at his inseam. It was kind of comforting to know she liked him for more than just sex. Strangely, he felt the same way. Trouble was, he had sex on the mind after torturing Brigitte out in the courtyard. Mom was just too fucking hot not to want. A beep in his ear Elliot panned his eyes only in the direction of it.
“Truman just left. Brigitte went back to her room to freshen up again.” Careful not to speak in a volume where Giselle might react to movement Elliot spoke.
“Can you hear me ok?”
“Volume is up on my end. Yes! Do you still want me to play Dominus and send Brigitte to you and Giselle?”
“Yep! Order her to strip both Giselle and I naked and watch me fuck her. I’ll act as if troubled by it. Dominus can speak over my cell if she leaves hers in her room. I’ll act dumbfounded by it.”
“I have you, my friend. Let me work my magic.”