Cougar House Ep. 001: MILF MONEY

Exploring her wardrobe for something to wear she opted on a shoulder less summer dress with flower patterns that flared a bit in the skirt. Before putting the dress on she went to her panty drawer and explored for the perfect matching pair. Normally very neat she wondered why her panties were wrinkled. It was almost as if someone had moved them around. Surely not, she concluded out of paranoia. Of course, her door was ajar, Brian had been upstairs alone. Stunned by the thought that he might have actually invaded her privacy she held fingers to her lips. That led to nibbling a nail with a giddy expression.

"Stop it Margo. You're reading way too much into this."

A bright blue lace thong was chosen. It somewhat matched the floral pattern on her dress. She liked to be color coordinated. Dress on, she places her towel back into the bathroom and decides to journey out into the rest of the house.

"I wonder why the boys are so quiet?"

Checking Elliot's room, curious as to why Brian was in there by himself she found it empty. What she did find though made her eyes bulge. His blankets were covered in shaving cream spelling out the words, "Cya Loser." Her eyes located the can of shaving cream and realized something. It was the brand that she used for shaving her legs. Trembling she darted her eyes from the can on the dresser toward the door. "Oh my God. Did Brian really sneak into my bathroom and steal the shaving cream? If he did, that would mean..." She leaves Elliot's room in a hurry and returns to her bathroom. On her hygiene rack hanging from her shower doors exterior she discovered her can. It must have been coincidental that they had bought another can of the same brand. She knew it wasn't Elliot's, the boy couldn't grow facial hair for anything in the world.

"Get it together Margo. You're just imagining things." Fantasizing might be a better word for it, "They're just razzing Elliot before his trip." Shivering, she folds her arms and glares at herself in her dresser mirror. Her cleavage was monstrous in this particular pose. Admiring herself, she smirks before uncrossing her arms, recalling Brian pulling her workout shirt up. Something within her stirred yet again. Deciding to experiment with her dress she lowers the upper hemline of her dress to allow more shall we say substance. Her breasts were large enough to hold it in place without fear of it falling. Dare she?

She didn't want the boys to think badly of her if she were imagining their mischief, countering their deeds with a tidbit of her own. Especially Elliot. "My son will just have to get over it." Chancing it, she left it lowered, marching out the door confident in her behavior.

Heading downstairs she hears whispering and pauses to listen carefully. Brian and Heath stood behind the living room sofa looking over the shoulders of Cabot and Eric who were seated. Where was Elliot? Curious what they were up to she slips closer, hovering right behind Brian and Heath.

"What are you boys up to?" She whispered.

Their reaction was to jump and move defensively, bicep to bicep in hiding whatever was going on with Eric and Cabot. Cabot stands tall and turns to face Margo, the couch between them.

"We were..." He holds his cell up with a guilty look, "You busted us. We were watching porn."

"Oh, really?" She offers a shocked expression that loosens up, leading to a sheepish, beguiling smile, "In my home? Are you being a bad influence on my son?" She realizes Elliot wasn't there. "Where is Elliot?"

"Taking a dump." Brian holds his nose pointing toward an adjoining half bath.

"TMI." She frowns.

"You asked." Brian chuckles.

"I like your dress Mrs. Needy." Heath compliments.

"Thank you Heath. It's really warm today so I chose to dress cooler. I wish I could afford to run the air conditioning, but I'm budgeting what few pennies I can."

"Elliot told us about your finances. I hope you don't have to sell your house. I love this place." Cabot fidgets.

"Time will tell. Did Elliot tell you he wants me to get a roommate?"

"Yeah. Lots of crazy people out there. Be careful if you do." Eric adds.

"I don't think I could live with any strangers." She frowns, "I'll manage somehow."

"Dudes!" Brian raises his voice enthusiastically, "What if...? Naaaa!"

"What?" She invites ideas.

"I know where you're going with this Bri." Cabot holds a hand up to silence Brian, "Let's not make Margo uncomfortable."

"Well, if you boys decide to risk that, I'll be in the kitchen. Iced tea sounds delicious." She tugs at her short skirt which unintentionally pulls at her cleavage a tad more, all of the boys noticed that the ladies were shivering.

"Dudes!" Brian persists, "It would help Mom out."

"What exactly would help me out?" She narrows her eyes, halting sideways to offer a delicious profile.

"I got this." Cabot moves around the sofa and puts his cell away long enough to lean back beside Heath against the back of the sofa. "What Brian is suggesting is that we rent your spare bedrooms. We were all going to share an apartment somewhere anyway now that we're out of school. Living at home just has too many rules."

"And, living under my roof wouldn't?" She snickers. "I don't know boys. I adore you all, but wouldn't that seem...strange without Elliot?"

"Probably in the beginning." Cabot reaches, "You know we care about you Mrs. Needy...Margo...Mom. At least we're not perfect strangers. You know we respect you."

"While watching porn in my home?" She giggles.

"Sorry. We're men. We do things like that." Cabot winces with one eye.

"I understand that. I'm not scolding any of you. I'd just rather you not put thoughts into my son's head." She ponders the idea of their suggestion regardless, tempted by finances, but shirks it off feeling it improper. Then the toilet flushed in the connected powder room. Water running to wash his hands she listens to Brian mention further possibilities.

"You don't drive anymore. I could chauffeur you when you need it."

"We can pitch in on the grounds keeping too." Cabot brought up an earlier option.

"I don't know." She sighs. All four boys were holding their breath hoping she might cave and say yes. As she frets a bit longer Elliot leaves his hiding place and steps out to face everyone. "I heard you talking. Mom? You know I would feel safer if you didn't live way out here by yourself. The guys all have summer jobs that pay decent. Charge them what they can afford and budget their money. My...brothers know I'd kill them if they did anything..."

"You can try asswipe. Why do you have toilet paper on your shoe?"

"What?" Elliot looks down to discover a bluff, then flips Brian off.

"Made you look."

Margo enjoyed their banter. Maybe having the boys here would keep her entertained. It was an option. One that she needed to examine carefully. Just earlier she found herself thinking bad thoughts. She was over that for the most part, but the question remained, could those thoughts stay buried? Could they truly be trusted with Elliot out of the picture? Food for thought.

"Did I just see you flip your friends off?" She suddenly became stern.

Elliot frowns, "Sorry Mom."

"GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT." She points dramatically. In doing so her chest bobs about with all eyes discovering it, including Elliot. Before he could say another word she points again. "NOW!"

"Ummm! I'm nineteen Mom."

"GO."

"What the hell?"

"Do I need to have the boys help me wash your mouth out with soap?"

"Oh, I'm so game." Brian chuckles.

"Noooo." Elliot hangs his head and walks past her. She winks at the boys letting them in on her own bit of mischief. As soon as Elliot stomps his way upstairs she whispers, "Wait for it?"

"Oh, we've waited for over a year now." Brian winks back chuckling. Heath backhands his belly shutting him up. Margo merely shakes her head listening for a door to slam. Not long afterwards they all hear a loud, "MOTHER FUCKERS." He had found the message in shaving cream.

"Nice touch Boys."

Brian as bold as ever steps over to Margo and scowls, "Quit showing off."

"What?" Margo looks surprised as she stares into his amazing eyes thinking, "Shake it off Margo." She shivers, becoming even more shocked when Brian tugs her shoulder less hemline up over her tits more.

"Twice in one day Mrs. Needy. Show some respect." He winks and turns his back to her. With a devilish smirk Brian watched his friends grit their teeth, worried that might have ruined their chances at a new home.

"I'm sorry." She fidgets exploring their expressions, "Did I embarrass you boys?"

"NOOOOOOO!" Came the overall consensus. Eyes flaring she sticks her tongue out at them playfully. If she could read minds she would know that all four of them wished that tongue was licking their balls. To avoid her taking things wrong Cabot stepped up to change the subject fast.

"It's your house Margo. If our idea helps you we're all game. If not, we totally understand." Cabot performs damage control. "We only want to help you." He really meant help themselves. Hopefully to her.

"I'll consider it." Margo plays with her long brunette hair drifting over her shoulder. Trying to maintain authority she frowns for their benefit, "There will be rules."

"Made to be broken." Brian laughs.

"Just think about it Mom." Eric adds hoping to prey upon her parental instincts.

"No shenanigans?" She winces, "If I do invite you in?"

"Invitation accepted." Brian throws his arms out for a hug. She shook her head as he shuffles goofily toward her and hugs her himself. His hands rub her back briskly which entertained the hemline in lowering all over again. She patted his back and frowned toward the other boys. As Brian steps back, Eric charges forth to replace him. She just knew all four boys were being silly. His own rub to her back continued the hems descent. Heath next in line attempts a hug but chooses to play French first, holding her by her biceps in both hands, while leaning in to kiss each of her cheeks. She merely rolled her eyes. His hands on her biceps encouraged her dress even lower. In a mad charge all four boys surrounded her for a smothering hug.

"WE LOVE YOU MOM."

Daunted by their attention she flared her eyes. "BOYS! I can't breath." Releasing her she realizes her dress drooping low, the hem nearly revealing areolas. She quickly covers up and blushes heavily, "Now it's really warm in here."

"We can blow on you." Brian blurts then grits his teeth, "Sounded bad. Sorry."

As she repositions her hemline to limit but not hide her chest, she sighs, "Trial run for one month. If we all can live together without tension, you can stay. Deal?"

"YESSSSSSS!" Brian gravitates with clenched fists.

"Chill out Efron." Cabot grunts.

"Swimming pool and everything. Better than we'd get renting anywhere else." Eric expressed excitement.

Margo giggles at their enthusiasm, "You get to be the pool cleaner then."

"As long as Hancock doesn't borrow one of your bikini's to lay out in." Eric puts him down.

"My bikini's are off limits."

"Awwwwwwww maaaaaaaaan. I even envisioned how I'd look in one." Brian returned her earlier tongue razz. Margo for the briefest of seconds pictured him licking her pussy. It became a battle of tongues as she did it to him in response. Before long all five of them were getting a little carried away with their tongues.

"I'm sure you would look...silly." She smiles breaking the razz session. "I'm going to go help change Elliot's bedding now that you've soiled them. You boys make yourselves at home." Taking her leave she wiggles away without looking back. Watching her head upstairs Cabot brings his cell back out and opens up a video.

"Too bad the shower glass is steamed over. She looks sexy as fuck masturbating with that shower wand." Cabot chuckles.

"Dudes!" Brian grinned, "We just pulled off the fantasy of a lifetime."

"You gotta watch what you say Bri." Eric points, "Don't kill the thrill. Everything we do that first month has to be played out as if we're aiming for Oscar gold. If she even gets the wrong idea we're gone."

"We just play dumb. Brian's specialty." Heath fist bumps Eric.

"This MILF is ours."

Brian just knew it.

Maybe they all did.

Margo sitting with Elliot on his bed lets him know of her decision. He wept knowing she was in good...hands. Yeah, right. Not even close. She wept along with him. Even as Elliot rests his head on her shoulder she felt untimely sensations. Her eyes dropping to her cleavage to peer between the canyon gap separating them, she sighs.

"What did I just agree to? Oh my God, it's so hot in here."

It wasn't from the temperature, Margo knew that much.

She still hadn't gotten her glass of iced tea.

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Coming in June : COUGAR HOUSE Chapter 2 : JUST RELAX