Cougar House Ep. 003: Wet Dream

"My first ever real party."

Elliot Needy was stoked. It wasn't so much a surprise party, yet many surprises were in store for Margo Needy's future world traveler. His close friends Brian, Cabot, Eric, and Heath had gone to great lengths to make it memorable. Mostly for them. They had been somewhat playing the young prodigy over the last two years in order to infiltrate his life at home. At first it was to meet his celebrity coach and adopted Father Darryl Needy, but shortly before they truly had the opportunity, Darryl was killed in a violent car crash. That left an emotionally grieving widow of epic proportions.

Margo Needy, herself somewhat famous in her barely legal younger days as a supermodel on the runway, was their top reason for even befriending Elliot. They wanted that sexy bitch bad. Whatever it took they ran the gauntlet, from not just striking up a friendship with Elliot but to console the goddess mom. That was not easy. Margo stayed to herself quite a bit over that year, yet did show her appreciation of their concern for her son. It wasn't until recently as her son's destiny changed that she discovered her desires to live again, included the four boys of nineteen years of age. A slow flirtation began her quest. The end result so far, was allowing Elliot to talk her into renting out bedrooms to the quartet of testosterone. Probably a huge mistake. She knew it was yet anticipated it just the same. Truthfully, looking forward to it.

"You can run out and join your friends by the fire pit. I'll be out later. Enjoy yourself Elliot."

"Awesome. I love you mom." Elliot hugs Margo tightly. Having just stepped out of her relaxing shower she was still wet and wrapped in a thin towel. Nothing new to Elliot yet devious in his own right, he tried to ignore just how hot his Mom was. NOT! He simply kept a poker face. Being adopted, certain sensations had activated years ago that he tried to hide from her. While not stepping over any lines that she was aware of, she still being his Mom legally on paper, he had a quite the crush on her. Nothing that he ever expressed directly at least to her face. Now behind her back that was a different story. He certainly wasn't above beating off around her when she was oblivious. He was pretty darn good at deception. It was better not to disrupt his happy home.

"I love you as well, now shoo! So, I can get dressed and beautify myself."

"Who are you trying to impress?" He chuckles after kissing her cheek, slyly staring down at her busty cleavage, her towel slipping lower to nearly an areola reveal. She was never one to be shy even though she was not instigating either.

"No one. You know me, I never slack on my appearance. I just can't."

"I know. I hope the guys don't embarrass me tonight."

"You know they will. They adore you and you're heading out into the world to make a name for yourself. These next six months will be an adventure. Studying with reknowned Professors in Paris France. I envy you, France is beautiful. It's too bad that the Cathedral of Notre Dame burned down. It was stunning." She sighs, "Speaking of stunning... GO ALREADY. So I can be equally as stunning."

"As if you aren't already. See you later."

"Oh! Drink slowly."

"I doubt I'm going to get drunk on Pepsi, Mom." He rolls his eyes.

"I allowed beer and hard stuff, as long as no one drives drunk."

"WHAAAAT?" Elliot dropped his jaw, "No way."

"Way! Please do not make me have to baby you all day tomorrow. Don't overdo it."

"You're the best."

"Of course, I am." She winks with a sheepish grin while adjusting her towel a tad for comfort, "I'm the best at everything I do."

One more ecstatic hug he clings to her like a second skin. So tightly that her slightly looser towel slipped even further, undiscovered until he lets go and steps back. Sliding a bit too much that pesky areola offered a thin hint of majesty, tits nearly fell into view, the rest of her backside uncovered. Catching her towel as it slips away Elliot took note of her curves from around the towel now only covering her full frontal. The sides of her were totally in view.

"Sorry mom." He looks but grits his teeth at the accident, seeing her full backside in her dresser mirror. Pointing with awe his vision just could not look away.

"GO!" She giggles, eyes narrowing at his linger. Not the first time but not something she thrived on exhibiting.

"GONE!" Out the bedroom door he went. Was it wrong of her to drop the towel to the floor before he was even all the way out of the room? Walking naked to her door she shuts it. A chill cascaded over her in that moment. What possessed her to do that? "I blame you, Darryl!" She giggled and spoke to her late husband, wherever he might linger.

Shaking off the chill by rubbing her biceps vigorously she snatched up her towel and dried herself thoroughly. Blow drying her hair and brushing it out her gorgeous brown locks returned to their former glory. Perfume, make up, and ruby red lipstick applied, she was ready to decide her attire. Normally she would be a day ahead in that decision making. Not today.

At her panty drawer she sifted for what felt promising. Fidgeting over choices she recalls the possibility that Brian Hancock had snooped into this very same drawer. Goosebumps rushed over her entire body at picturing him sniffing her panties, or worse. Had he touched any of them with his cock? Surely not. Her hormones were already on high alert.

"Stop thinking like this Margo." She closes her eyelids while taking a deep breath and holding it. "Those phone calls yesterday from all four of the boys confirmed a bit of my suspicions. They are so going to be trouble living out here with me." She sighs heavily releasing imprisoned oxygen. "Is that a bad thing?" She smiles teasing her nipples. "At least Elliot won't be here to see me shamelessly teasing his friends. I just need to not let things go too far. Good lord! I've been alone way too long." Deadly visions of seduction were creeping over her sensibilities. Of both they seducing her, and she them. "STOP IT THIS INSTANT."

Choosing a pair of black lace bra and panties she slips her long sexy, muscular legs through the latter pulling them up. Standing there holding the bra she frowns at it. With her surgically perfected 40D's begging her to forego the bra she ended up putting it back into the drawer. "Why do I even own a bra? I hate wearing them, but they do look very, very sexy when worn. I just can't hide what I'm proud of." She lifts her eyes as if to Heaven, "Thank you Darryl for my most amazing gifts. I miss you."

From there she went to her walk-in closet which was half the size of an already huge Master bedroom. She explored her hundreds of outfits, dawning on her that she had mentioned belly dancing she located her two dancing outfits. Trying them on with all of their clanging bangles she shook her tits just to hear the dancing jewelry. It made her wet as hell. The hip hugging skirt covering her black panties was a horrendous sight. Panties just ruined the effect. Scowling she removed her panties and explored the look in her mirror without them.

"What did I agree too? Wearing this will get me raped." She giggles. "I can't wear this in front of Elliot. Although he has seen me belly dance out by the pool a number of times since we adopted him. I'd think the sight of his friends..." She shivers at invisible eyes, "...and their friends would traumatize Elliot. I better not." She grits her teeth, "I want too though. Oh my God! Okay... cease and desist Margo." She flutters her fingers to expel the stress, hearing the coin like bangles clattering, mystically enticing her to give in to its own seductive atmosphere. "I'll bag it and change out there if I decide to risk it. If Elliot is alright that I dance, I will put it on. Dare I say it, I hope he gets drunk and falls asleep. I wouldn't feel so slutty then." One last shiver makes her smile, "I do like acting slutty. Again, I blame how I am on you Darryl."

Removing the outfit, she realizes how hot it was in her closet with no air flow around her. It was stagnant. Sweat was already overcoming her. Packing the outfit in a purse she sits it aside and prepares to search for her clothing selection. Her favorite colors were white and purple, she chose white, knowing the glow in the dark aspect could be found anywhere she hid away. Her dress was called a Racerback Crotchet cover up. Lace from just below the armpit down past her ribs. Her tanned flesh easily visible behind the thin lace. Lace also led down her back to nearly her butt crack but not quite. Thin straps on her silky shoulders held it up while the cleavage busted outward revealing a healthy dose of 40D succulence. The dresses skirt drifted just past her upper thighs and butt cheeks. Any unexpected bends and that skirt was climbing high.

"Too sexy?"

She twists in step in front of her mirrors and notes her nipples stabbing at the solid white material over her chest, it was a soft cotton as if a t-shirt might feel. Certainly, comfortable in this heat. With fingers paused over her lips she stares at her reflection. Her gorgeous legs expressing how sensual she wanted to be, she ran her hands down over her body until reaching the hemline of her skirt.

"I look delicious. Do I wear this? I know Elliot will worry that everyone will be staring. Should I change into something more conservative?" She pinches at her skirt in front of her and realizes that she had removed her panties. "I can't go out there without... can I? Should I? If Darryl were here, I guarantee I would, he would enforce it to show me off. I'll just take a pair and put them in my purse. At least it's breezy outside tonight so things won't be so miserable." Giving in she surveyed her shoes. Wanting to wear heels to be even sexier until realization that the walk out to the pit would be rough, she just went with sandals. She would likely kick off her shoes once out there, anyway, so why ruin her goddess heels. Right?

Gathering her things, she shut out her lights and made her way downstairs. From her foyer she heard what sounded like motorcycles. "What in the world?" Opening her front door, she discovered a pair of ATV's darting about with headlights on high beam. The activity made her smile. On the back of one of them sat Elliot with a boy she had never met. A very healthy young man in a tank top and shorts, ballcap backwards on his head. The other ATV driver was riding solo, in the darkness she couldn't quite make out who he was. As she began her stroll the ATV's caught up to her shining their lights on her backside. Both vehicles came to a slow halt behind her as she hears, "Mom?"

Turning to face them she hadn't even considered what bright lights over her thin white dress was revealing. Her entire curvature was outlined by the glow seeping through and around the cloth. The shadow of her butt crack was impossible to miss. With a toot of a horn, she realized that the solo rider was Brian Hancock. Stepping toward her son she smiles. "What have we here?"

"Need a ride to the bonfire camp Mrs. Needy?" Brian checked her out. She worried more about Elliot's thoughts on her dress as a healthy breeze whipped at her loosely flowing skirt.

"These do look fun." She grins then looks at Elliot. Even he was eying her a bit too much for being her son. She chalked it up to him deciding how he felt about her showing off a bit.

"You look beautiful tonight, Margo." Brian sat back on his seat with his muscular arms crossed.

"Thank you, Brian. Elliot? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You do look nice mom."

"Good. I was worried there for a second."

"Hey Mrs. Needy," The boy with Elliot extended a hand to shake hers. "I'm Derek."

"Oh! The boys mentioned you. Hello Derek." She leans forward a bit to shake his hand, her cleavage crushing together a bit more enticingly. Derek's eyes were drawn to them instantly. She knew he was enjoying the view. Elliot merely laughed. Brian drooled. No shock there.

"Hop on Margo." Brian encourages her with a thumb cast over his shoulder at the extra room on his seat.

"Alright! I've never actually been on an ATV before. No seatbelt?"

"Just wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight."

She hesitantly explored how best to get on, knowing that the second she lifted her leg her lower body would likely be exposed. With Derek and Elliot slightly behind Brian that meant they would get a bird's eye view in the headlights casting over her. Whining a bit, she just does it. Sure, enough her ass and a very quick preview of her clam popped into view. Elliot hadn't even noticed it. He was more amused that she was even accepting a ride. Now Derek? He was biting a knuckle.

With her purse tucked into her lap she leans forward, crushing her chest against Brian's back. Her skirt flowing free out from under her cheeks she felt leather on her thighs. She was really turned on regardless of her son being there. Gritting her teeth, she accepted her fate. And the ATV's vibrations taunting her hormones.

"Ready?" Brian peered over his shoulder.

"Yes."

Revving the ATV, he howled out loud making her giggle. Shooting off like a light Brian drove aggressively. It was a good jaunt toward the distant bonfire where cars were parked surrounding the party. Three large 6-man tents were set up around the area too. Music blaring Heavy Metal tunes at the moment. With Eric's amps the music was especially loud. This party was larger than Margo had anticipated. As Brian zipped around the camp, she got a good look at the group of men in attendance.

"Oh my God!" She whimpered to herself biting her lower lip at the sight of at least 25 men drinking and goofing off. Trailing behind Brian's stride Derek was enjoying how the wind was whipping her skirt up over her ass cheeks.

"Dude! Your mom's not wearing panties." Derek called back to Elliot. Elliot scowled and smacked Derek on the back of the head. Derek's hat nearly fell off.

"Quit looking."

Laughing Derek yelled, "Not going to happen Bro. Your mom is molten lava hot."

"Whatever." Elliot shrugged and tried not to check Margo out. Not easy even for him. He was just happy to be having a party. Having drank his first beer earlier he was already buzzing. Lightweight!

"Brian?"

"Yeah?" Brian tilts his head back toward Margo.

"You said a few more friends. It looks more like your entire graduating class."

"Some of the guys went to other schools. Heath wrestled with some of them. All good guys. Don't worry we got you."

"I'm not worried. I know you boys will respect me."

"Probably not." He laughs.

"What?"

"Shut up and enjoy yourself." He chuckles. She was. The ride was wonderful as he circled the camp. Guys taking notice of her were whistling loud. She found herself hiding her face into Brian's shoulders.

"You alright Margo?"

"Just trying not to laugh. It's been ages since I've heard wolf calls."

"They're just blowing off steam."

"It feels strange. Why am I the only woman here?"

"Respect. There IS one other woman here though. Well, a few more than that."

"Oh?"

"We brought Elliot a date or ten."

"You did?"

"Yeah! One in particular digs Elliot so we invited her out. Maybe he'll lose his virginity."

"Oh my God! BRIAN!!" She giggled.

"Her name's Erica. Cute blond, big tits."

"TMI!"

"Don't tell Elliot. Let it be a surprise. We have her and a few of her friends hiding in one of the tents."

"I guess it is time that he experiences what it feels like to..."

"Get laid?" He grins hoping to turn her on. Too late Bri. Momma Margo was crazy horny.

"Yes. I'm trying not to visualize that."

"Two more circles around camp I'll head in. Just figured I'd show you a good time to make you loosen up."

"Oh, I'm loose." She chuckles, "That didn't come out right, did it?"

"Hope not too loose." He laughs.

Pelting his shoulder she hisses, "Behave."

"Never." He shared in her laughter. With sparkling eyes hidden from him she began letting her fantasies run wild. It took seeing Elliot whizzing by with Derek to find reality.

"Calm down Margo. You can't misbehave tonight. Just be mom." Pouting at her denial she really just wanted to be sexy and noticed. "Darn it."

Ending the tour of the testosterone arena Brian led Derek in and shut the ATV down. Music playing Five Finger Death Punch at the time she could barely hear herself think. Met by Eric Crowe and Heath Talbot her soon to be roommates they offered their assist in her climbing off. The skirt taunting them with a thin sliver of butt crack while still seated, she accepted Eric's hand and lifted her leg to leave the ATV. Heath moved behind her just to see what little he could. Not much unfortunately. Still, he drooled. As did four other boys beyond Heath's field of vision.

Elliot climbing off of the other ATV stumbled a bit as he watched his friends fawning over his mom. He wasn't certain what to make of it. Before he could think anything more into it Cabot Ross stepped up with another plastic cup of beer. "DRINK UP BUDDY." Elliot nodded his approval and guzzled it trying to show that he could hang with the big dogs. Yeah, that wasn't happening. As Elliot guzzled Cabot motioned two of their other friends Ben and Greg to guide Elliot away and give the others time to spend with Margo.

Margo felt a tad overwhelmed amid eight surrounding boys with beers in their hands. Brian noticed her purse which fell to the ground upon lift off. The belly dancing bangles clanging made a few of them notice it, even over the music. The bag being open allowed its contents to escape. While Margo and Eric chatted, Brian picked up the bag and shared the contents behind her notice. Puckering he lifts her earlier worn panties out and shows them off. Putting them to his nose he inhales them. With Margo busy he passes the panties around. Everyone there enjoyed her scent. Leaving them to circulate the entire camp he tucks the belly dancing outfit back into the purse and approaches Margo from behind. One hand on her lower back he passes the purse to her.

"You dropped this mom."

"Enough with the mom stuff." She giggled taking the purse. "Eric? Do we have any music less instrumental? What about dance music?"

"Who's dancing? You're the only girl here to dance with." It zoomed right over her head of Brian's admission of girls hiding in a tent.

"I love dancing."

"Belly dancing." Eric reminded her with a playful wink of encouragement.

"Dancing, dancing too. All kinds. I can dance with you if you want to."

"Love to. I'll go find something worth dancing to." Eric left her to Brian, Derek, and Heath. The four other boys stepping in to introduce themselves.

"Hey Mrs. Needy. I'm Nick. This is Anthony, Cole, and Vince." A point at Heath connected dots, "We wrestled with that crazy bastard there."

"Rival school I hear." She accepts a kiss to her knuckle making her blush a bit. "Such a gentleman."

"That won't last." Brian taps Nick on the arm. Freeing her hand, she merely fluttered her fingers at the other three boys. They bantered about with her until Eric cut the music off. With silence, more introductions arrived as Elliot wanted her to meet two more friends. Their eyes were glued to her chest. In response her eyelids flared, and she literally fanned one hand over her cleavage as if hiding them. Her fingers lightly slipping under the dress.

"Love that dress Mrs. Needy." Complimented a boy named Mark.

"Thank you." She shivers then turns her attention on Elliot. "What do you have in your hand Mister?" Elliot lifts a pint of Jim Beam before taking a swig. He grimaced at the taste but tried to look cool. Her brows peak at his actions. "Don't you drink that too fast."

"Want some?" He offered. Every guy there looking at her body nodded with a silent, "YES I DO." She noticed.