Cougar House
Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI
Episode 89: SELF-CHECKOUT
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 89: SELF-CHECKOUT - 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
10:05 PM! Wildwood, Pennsylvania!
“I can’t believe Bruno encouraged me to do this.”
Carmen Hancock pulled into a parking spot at the local Walmart, one of the few 24-hour branches still going strong after the days of the pandemic, many other stores in the franchise often closed earlier. Wildwood was just wild enough to keep things open. Shutting off her car she sat there in her driver’s seat trembling, looking around at the number of cars that were here shopping this late. A town like Wildwood serviced a thirty-mile radius before another Wal-Mart was available, the next closest was in Rayburn.
Wearing only her husband’s red flannel shirt, her tennis shoes and a sexy butt plug she was terrified. Too many people knew of her through her bakery. While yes, this quick trip might increase business for her, it might also ruin it. One wrong complaint and she might regret humoring Bruno. Still, the adventurous side of her soul had been shoved back for far too long.
“I can do this. In and out!” She giggled with a hiss! “My pussy can still feel Bruno’s cock stretching it out. My god, it’s like he’s in me right now. As long as I don’t bend over and let people see my ass, I should be fine.” She then looked down at her opened cleavage, “Those might be harder to hide. I should button up more, but I told Bruno I wouldn’t. I’ll even take a selfie or five to prove I didn’t.” One last look around she stepped from her car and locked it up.
With only one shirt pocket to her name her cell didn’t fit, but her car keys and money did. Grabbing a mini cart from the outside storage bin she used it as a safety blanket. Walking into the store she found a couple of young guys following her in. It was exhilarating in knowing she had nothing under Bruno’s shirt. Even the shirt tail barely covered her cheeks. Her 38C chest going uncontrolled, Carmen’s every step was like a juggling act.
Upon entering the automatic doors, she was met by a late-night greeter, a younger man in his late twenties at most. Most senior citizens were in bed at this hour, so this left the graveyard shift to the young bucks. Seeing her cleavage so wide open, down to her belly button, he made it as far as, “Welcome to...” Drop Your Jaw, Pennsylvania! She winked at him in passing and fluttered her fingers.
“If you need anything ... let me know. I mean absolutely anything.”
“I’ll be sure to look you up ... Willy.”
She had noticed his name tag. How convenient! Just his name alone made her wet in walking along. “Oh, my god! This is ... maybe I should do this more often.”
Stock boys were looking at her, two thus far. Both were halting in their filling of shelves. It was almost as if they sensed her coming their way. Goddess level beauty tended to draw attention. Messed up hair from two hours of hardcore sex only added to the mystique. She was glad she kept perfume in her car so that the scent of sex was not so pungent. Cherry blossom at that! Her own scent made her think of something helpful to bring home with the whip cream.
“Ooo! I should buy strawberries too. I only have Bruno’s twenty that should get both berries and a can of whipped cream. Am I in a hurry? If I play this right, Bruno won’t get upset with me for leaving him bound like that a bit longer than fifteen minutes. I should test my nerves a little, that way I have a story to tell Bruno. I’ll just make one long pass around the entire store and see what happens.”
At first, she became a bit self-conscious and held her flannel shirt together, so as not to be too obvious that she wore zero underwear beneath. This worry was only holding steam because she just didn’t know who or what she might run into. There was bound to be a night manager lurking somewhere. Someone could easily alert him or her and call the police. With the explosion occurring earlier in the day she didn’t want one boom to become another. Meaning boomboom, which was her nickname back in the day.
There were advantages to being a hot blonde cheerleader with big breasts back in high school during the early 2000’s. Those were the days! Yet, back then she was nowhere near a slut until she met her ex-husband Ned Bishop who played football for the Rayburn Rascals. Once they got together the only boom booms were baby drops.
Gwen ... boom ... Daphne ... boom ... MJ ... boom ... Heidi ... BA-BOOM! Thank God she got that hysterectomy. It gave her a lot of years to get her incredible body back into shape. To her credit she actually avoided harsh stretch marks. After four kids she should have been looking like a slinky ready to roll. Nope! Silky smooth and feeling foxy!
Carmen was always aware of men staring at her wherever she went. She was just too built and beautiful not to. Hair past the shoulders, blonde waves were kept full and supermodel sexy. She maintained flawless skin even though she sunbathed religiously on her days off to gain a golden bronze hue. It was nothing to avoid tan lines.
Like clockwork each Thursday, weather permitting, she was in her isolated backyard while Bruno and the girls were working and Heidi was in school. With school soon out for the year it would become harder to enjoy that tanning session. Heidi acting up so often meant trapping the girl in her room as punishment. Nothing ever came easy. Eh? Maybe tonight.
“There are a lot less customers than I predicted. For the number of cars outside I thought I’d be swarmed by eyes. Other than stock boys, I’m not seeing all that many actual customers. Lucky me? Unlucky me.” She wasn’t sure which.
Her stress level was coming down, that was a plus. Moving along with her cart past the checkout lanes she only saw self-checkout open, therefore no women at the cashier lanes to scrutinize her attire. So far, all she had seen were men in their mid to late 20’s. Noticed but not followed at least. “Darn it!” She laughed! “There’s no fun in not being stalked.” Stalk Boys! HA! “I must not be flaunting enough. I need to just relax and see reactions. If I sense trouble, I’ll just leave in a hurry.”
Approaching the beauty care aisle just past the drugstore, she had an idea. “I’ll lotion myself up while I take a short video of myself for Bruno. There’s nobody around so, I can easily pull that stunt off. I hope!” Giddy suddenly, she located a squirt bottle of cocoa butter lotion and looked around before setting up her video mode on her cell.
“I’ll make it look like I had someone cum on my chest.”
Using a tilt attachment on her exterior case to hold her phone upright, she moved a few shelf items to give her room to set her phone and get an idea of angles. Once ready she unbuttoned her sole button on her shirt and exposed a full-frontal gap between vertical hemlines. Bottle of lotion ready, she slyly squirted her breasts in the middle but found it uneventful. Groaning she eased the shirt from her shoulders.
“God? Please don’t let anyone walk by.”
Firing multiple shots on her tits she giggled and spoke to her cell. “Look how many guys came on my chest. Mm? Bukkake, isn’t it called?” A flipped tongue at Bruno for when he viewed it she rolled the lotion into her skin glossing her golden flesh up. Pinching her nipples she added, “I decided to give you a show, Baby. That’s why I’m taking longer than expected. You won’t be disappointed unless you have to bail me out of jail. Oh, Lord! I can’t even call you if that happens, you’re all tied up. Moving on!”
She moved her cell to the next shelf below and began to lotion up her belly and bikini area, teasing her clit while looking from side to side for safety. At such a horrible angle she pouted. “He won’t be seeing the sexy in this. Dang it!” Giving up, she pulled her shirt back into place but left that single button undone. She could easily pull herself together in a hurry. The lotion bottle went back on the shelf.
Pushing her cart onward she moved through the store into the toy section and took a selfie holding a doll between her breasts. Silly yes, but she thought it was sexy. Finding a Star Wars miniature lightsaber, she coyly put the tip up her pussy for a photo. “Leia! I am your sugar daddy!” Dumb, but it gave her the giggles.
While she toured nomadically, she realized there were guys tailing her after all. Looking back over her shoulder she noted the two men who followed her into the store and how they were grinning. Hmm? “I wonder what they might say if I did this?”
Leaning forward over her cart as if to look at her cell she stood right in the middle of the aisle and felt her flannel shirt rise up over her ass cheeks. Sure enough, in using her cell camera to look behind her she spotted both boys stopping cold and both taking pics of her ass.
“Probably not smart of me but this is fun.”
Loitering longer she found the young men approaching her. Going around her, they both turned before she could react and took pics of her opened cleavage, no areolas but a mighty melon mid-section. She flared her eyes but could not speak, only smile.
“You want these pics to go with your lotion show?” The taller guy chuckled.
“Oh, my god! You saw that? How? I looked both directions.”
“You were looking around for body activity, not cellphones recording you at arm’s length from the endcaps.”
“Sneaky!” She laughed. “Well, I hope you at least enjoyed the makeover.”
“Hell, yes!” The other guy laughed. “Are you doing all of this on a dare and needing proof?”
“Something to that effect.”
“I’d be glad to help if you need it. Selfies and trying to record can’t be easy while doing something.”
“It’s almost impossible. Can I trust you?”
“Here!” The first man stepped to her side and showed her the lotion video he recorded. She looked incredibly sexy in her posing while she spread lotion on herself. “If you want this video, I can send it to you, then delete it. Unless ... you don’t object to my keeping it?” Fingers crossed before her eyes he chuckled.
“Your personal use only please.” She blushed as the other guy moved to her left to show the picture, he just took of her slumped over her cart.
“Nice bling!” He pointed out her butt plug winking as if a turn signal. “Nice bumper too.”
“The shirt went higher than I thought it would. Goodness, you can see my breasts too.”
“Yes, it did.” Both boys said as one. “I can send this too.”
“That would require you knowing my telephone number.” She gnashed her teeth. “How about you use my camera, and we recreate those?”
“That works. It was a boring night until running into you. I’m Terry, this is Ron.”
“Hello. Here you take my phone, the camera is set. Step back where you were, and I’ll bend over again.”
“Pick something up off the floor.” Terry laughed! Winking at him she removed her car keys from her shirt pocket and dropped them.
“Butterfingers! Cocoa butter fingers even.”
The boys moved away and watched Carmen touch the floor, her flannel riding all the way up over her ass to her lower back. Legs wider than before in her slump they saw her clam, actively see food. She heard them whistle at her, goosebumps covering her body.
“I hope I’m not being stupid here but they are right. Selfies and trying to record is so unbalanced.” She thought while standing up straight to face them. In a brief inspiration she just flashed them for a beguiling pose.
“Perfection!” Ron the cameraman grinned. “You’re so hot.”
“Why thank you, Ron. I try! At my age it takes work.” She giggled closing shop. “Lotion aisle again?”
“After you, Ms. Wiggles.”
Terry grinned with a gallant hand gesture. Strolling ahead of them they recorded her detour. Cheek after cheek exposed with each step, winking as she walked. Reaching the lotion aisle Terry told her he’d keep watch and to just go all out. Ron on the other side of the aisle made certain they wouldn’t get discovered.
A stock boy had been spying on them the whole time with his own cell out. Busted but not acknowledged, Ron spoke up in whispers. “I won’t say anything if you won’t.” Agreed! Just as Terry and Ron had done, he only used his hand and cell carefully so as not to be seen.
“Ready when you are Cocoa!”
He grinned as she dared to remove her flannel completely and lay it over her cart. Lotion bottle reclaimed she coated her full-frontal and bit her lip in rubbing it all in from neck to toe. She again squirted it strategically to appear as someone had shot their load all over her titties.
Bending over, Carmen turned to lotion her ass cheeks and spread them wide for a butt plug review. Standing, she crushed her breasts together in a teasing manner. Ron moved in closer leaving the stock boy to get a face-to-face set of the action. Jostling her tits now she talked to Bruno.
“Yes, Honey, I found a bit of help to make the show sexier for you. I hope you don’t get mad. Nobody is touching me, but me. Although, I can see it in his eyes that he wants to.” She giggled and batted her eyes at the camera. “Where should I go next, Honey? Sporting goods?”
A blown kiss at Bruno, she turned to push her cart naked as she walked toward Terry. Unknown to her Terry had a visitor, a fourth stock boy who had also made a pact to remain stealthy. As if any of them could be trusted. With the stock boy going into hiding, Terry told her the coast was clear, but as Ron stopped filming, she put her flannel shirt back on.
“Fuck that was hot!” Ron saved the recording and played it for her and Terry, huddling close to one another. Ron dared to put his arm around her bare hip and hold her close. In her excitement she allowed it without pulling away.
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe I just did that.” She shared her awe.
“Lightsaber?” Terry chuckled!
“You boys were spying hard.” She mused! “Okay!”
Leading the way with her cart she had to close her shirt due to two women shoppers walking through with empty storage totes to purchase. Once gone and both boys manning each end of the aisle to promote freedom, she again ditched the shirt and recreated the doll scene, this time using her forearms to lift her under boob and hug the doll tightly between her massive melons. Skipping like a young girl Ron recorded her tits dancing. Her nipples thick and meaty were skewers.
Carmen was extremely turned on. Skipping back, she put dolly to bed then snatched up the lightsaber. Watching Terry motion her how to use it she at first shook her head. Certainly, that gesture was over the top. He wanted her to prop the hilt on the floor and fuck it like a dildo suctioned to the tile. Shaking her head no, she did suck on the sabers tip appearing as if she was loving it. Tongue flicks ended her tease and she put it back.
As Ron returned to show her his recording, she again put her shirt back on. The two stock boys joined by a third were skulking and laughing over what they too were getting on video. Naive slut! Sighing over her actions Carmen wondered if she needed to end this before it got any darker. While yes, it was fun testing her limits and knowing Bruno would love her extra credit, she didn’t want him to get pissed over going too far while leaving him tied up. Her luck, he would be snoring by the time she got back.
“That should be enough. Thank you, boys, for helping me out. I only came here for whip cream and strawberries.”
“Sounds like your man is in for a treat.” Terry smiled!
“So, is he.” She wiggled her brows.
“Mind if we walk with you?”
“Not at all. Oh, and I’m sorry I wouldn’t ride the lightsaber. I’ll be battling my own Jedi like that when I get home.”
“I’d love to see that.” Ron laughed! “Here’s your phone. I’ll delete what I took on mine.”
“Keep the butt picture, you can’t see my face in that.” She then paused! “Wait! I told you that as long as you kept the video to yourselves you could keep it. I do have a lot to lose if that got out. No blackmailing!” She pointed with a sneer. “I know people.”
“I’ll be jerking off to you later.” Terry winked!
“I’m actually fine with that. At 38 I can use all the ego boost I can rally.”
“38? No way!” Ron winced! “28 or 29 maybe.”
“Aren’t you sweet.”
She blushed as they began walking toward the grocery part of the store. Passing by the women’s clothing she spotted a blouse she liked. “Side trip!” She giggled leading them into the clothing racks. This area was much more open that hiding in aisles.
“Okay! One more fashion show video.”
She returned her cell to Ron’s hand. Finding the blouse in her size she looked around and found it seemingly safe to change. Flannel off, white thin blouse on, she posed for the video. Spotting a full length mirror, she wanted to look at herself in it. Pulling it together for an examination she loved it. “I’ll have to come back to buy this tomorrow after work.”
“Can you twerk?” Terry asked!
“Why, yes, I can.”
She laughed and did so. Hearing them whistle yet again, she took the blouse off and tossed it to lean her palms on the mirror to watch their reaction in the reflection. They were drooling hard as her ass cheeks danced. “Oh, my god I’m eighteen again. I love this. Maybe I’ll be able to cope at the swinger’s club better than I thought. I feel like a stripper, all I need is a pole.”
While she continued her dance recital the stock boy union rallied up to seven individuals in hiding from the outskirts of Twerktown. What no one saw coming in their filming was a certain there to buy beer for the road, Officer Mitchell Byrd. Byrdy was stocking up with two 12 packs of Bud to take out to Margo Needy’s. He and his fellow Officer Chyna Whitmore were going out to rescue and bring their partner Bebe Service home shortly. Stopping only to have a few brews with Heath Talbot and the guys. Cabot Ross and he needed to chat a bit longer anyway about the pastor’s wife Bianca Goode.
“What’s going on?” Byrd stopped to see three guys recording. “Recording a shoplifter?”
“Twerking her ass.” Joe Gillman grinned. Looking deeper into the canyon of clothing, there she was. Carmen was going all out shaking her ass for Terry and Ron, mainly for Bruno.
“Nice! Keep filming and watch my beer.”
He sat the cases of Budweiser on the floor and snuck around the clothing racks to show up behind the filming Ron. Still in his uniform, badge on his chest, he put a finger up to his lips to direct Terry away. Easing off Terry headed for the hills. Ron seeing his buddy vacating found an arm over his shoulder to take Carmen’s cell from him. A pink case, he was certain it wasn’t the boys. Silence maintained, he waved Ron to leave too. Gone!
Carmen was so in tune with her sexy booty shake she had closed her eyes preventing any notice of the switch in cameramen. Finally, she felt she had wasted enough time. Eyes open she smiled until she saw the badge. “OH, MY GOD!” She cringed covering herself with her arms. The boys no longer in sight, the stock boys coming out of hiding, she nearly peed on the tile. Busted!
