Cougar House Ep. 003: Wet Dream

"Maybe a nip to curb the nerves." She thought. Claiming the bottle, she took a drink and shook vibrantly. Her tits dancing as much as the silicone implants allowed. It was enough to get a few boys to laugh at her actions. "Wow! It's been a while since I've tried that stuff straight. My chest is burning." She patted both breasts as if on fire and trying to extinguish the flames.

"Speaking of burning. Let's go pull up a dress... I mean log by the fire." Brian slipped by her in her alcohol heated distraction. Guys had heard and couldn't have agreed more. "Get the lady a beer." A chaser might do the trick she confessed nodding. Led through the gathering Brian guided her to one of the long benches Darryl had made when he was still alive. Taking a seat with Brian and Heath to each side of her she admired the bonfire. Including three boys adding wood to it. All of them looked incredibly fit.

"I heard some jingling in that bag." Brian pointed at her purse which she sat at her feet.

"Don't get your hopes up just yet, but I brought a belly dancing outfit. Courage might take a few more drinks." She giggles.

"In that case... I'll just roll that keg over here." Bri chuckles at surrounding friends. Two more introductions kept her busy. She would never remember all of their names, but she would recall physiques. Margo Needy was drooling herself. Oh, she noticed erections. Everyone she took a glance at had one.

"This is going to be a long night." She giggled to herself.

Kicking her sandals off to relax Margo endured stories of wrestling and sports. She was bored out of her mind but tried to appear interested. Just looking at erections made her time pass, that and fielding glances at her body. There were moments when she dared herself to keep her hands away from her lap. Sitting back, she allowed the breeze to direct her skirt as it willed. Faint peeks were glimpsed but nothing to brag hard over, mostly her gorgeous legs were exhibited. They were certainly being noticed.

"You have nice legs Mrs. Needy." Confirmation! A boy named Tony nodded crouching down in front of her as if getting comfortable while nursing his beer. She lifted her right leg as if looking her own limb over. Easy up the skirt view that time. Tony saw pussy as she lingered there a moment intentionally teasing him. "You must work out a lot."

"I do. I love staying fit." She smiles wiggling her toes.

"Margo used to be a fashion model." Heath pointed out. "Shortly out of high school herself back in the lay." Day even!

"Sexy." Tony winked. She shivered, staring back at him with devilish eyes. She nearly lifted her leg higher when Elliot broke in ruining the moment. Handing her a fresh beer she claimed it and put her leg down.

"Having fun?" She studied Elliot's face. She could tell he was getting drunk by his unsteady legs and narrowing eyes.

"Hell yeah!"

Brian opted for that moment to stand up and propose a toast, all eyes on him as he clears his throat. "HEADS UP YOU BASTARDS." He yelled. As if there was a head not up with Margo in their presence. Even she thought about that inevitability. It made her caress her left leg with her right toes for Tony. Even with Elliot right next to her she teased him. Others noticed too.

"I want to toast our boy Elliot here. The Big Brain is going off to French tickle some bitches in Paris." Elliot snorted spitting his drink grossly. Everyone laughed in his honor. Margo winced at his sloppiness. "I think I speak for everyone here when we say GOOD FUCKIN' RIDDENCE NERD." Margo dropped her jaw at Brian's outburst. "Just kidding Buddy." He shook his head no regardless, to receive more chuckles. "We love ya." He then turns to Margo, "Love your mom more... but we love ya."

Teetering in step Elliot extended a hug. Brian in reply put a hand on Elliot's forehead keeping him at bay. Seeing her son sad Margo jumps up and sits her beer down.

"Come here Baby." She hugged Elliot herself as Brian stepped back. Nobody around Margo and Elliot remained in their vicinity. They knew what was coming. From behind the embracing mother and son stepped four boys hauling beer coolers. Lifting them over their heads they ambush Elliot and Margo with freezing ice water. In the waterfall Margo screamed and stepped back, frozen literally at what had just occurred. More water drowned her front. Elliot called everyone, "MOTHERFUCKERS." Sooner or later that nickname would be true kid.

A drowned rat Margo stood shivering from the shock. Coolers lowered; a dead silence filled the void. Margo Needy's thin white dress was 100% transparent in the glow of the bonfire. Top to bottom it clung to her curves. Guys were whistling and applauding enthusiastically. In a panic Margo covered her chest and thighs as best she could. Not due to being seen nude but because of Elliot. Elliot did not need to witness her body being subjected to delectable scrutiny. One would have thought the ice water would have sobered the boy. Not even close. The Jim Beam was destroying his perception.

"OH MY GOD!" Margo yelped and leered about at the gauntlet of eyes worshipping her body at the moment. Seeing her discomfort Cabot Ross moved in next to her to take things in another direction.

"QUIET!" The troops lowered their voices. Margo in shock still standing in awe of her predicament listened to Cabot. "ELLIOT? WE INVITED SOMEONE SPECIAL TO THE PARTY JUST FOR YOU."

"What? Who?"

"We got a clown." Ben Dunn chuckled.

"He is the clown." Brian added.

"Noooo! Elliot? You're going to need this, Buddy." Cabot lifts a condom up in front of Elliot's eyes. Hardly anyone was looking at Elliot. Only at Margo. She stood strong regardless. Watching the events unfolding Margo found it somewhat amusing.

"OHHHH SHIT! You guys bought a hooker?" Elliot laughed, sipping his Jim Beam.

"She's a lady. Don't put her down or she won't give you any." Heath busted up.

"Where is she?" Elliot looked around.

Cabot twisted Elliot around by his shoulders, away from Margo and points at the tents. "She even brought some friends to make your last night in the country memorable."

"Her name is Erica." Heath added, "Why don't you go on over and get your dick... blown."

"Fuck yeah." Elliot took off stumbling in his drunken state. Everyone cheered him on yelling, "HERE COMES ROMEO." Margo almost felt badly for him. She kept her mouth shut but it felt wrong. As Elliot enters the tent everyone hears him yell yet again, "MOTHERFUCKERS." He comes back out of the tent dancing with a blow-up doll. Everyone died laughing. Even Margo still covering her full frontal in a lesser shroud of limbs. Her backside a yummy perfection however was captured by more than a few cell pics.

As Elliot danced with AIRika he lost his balance and fell forward over the doll. For a minute it appeared he was dry humping it. Then, Elliot Needy stopped moving. Cabot winced, "Oh crap! I think Elliot passed out."

Margo being mom bolted toward her son and coddled him. He was out cold and drooling. Brian and Cabot helped claim him from the ground. Margo stood up as they carried him back into the tent. Following them she leered inside to find five more blow up dolls in seductive poses. She burst out laughing.

"You boys put way too much thought into this. Are you certain those other girls are not your girlfriends?"

"Into everything we do mom."

"Including dousing me with freezing cold ice water? Not that it doesn't feel good."

"That part wasn't planned." Cabot stood up and looked at Margo cloaking herself with her hands. As they stood over Elliot slumbering Brian opted to take the dolls and strategically place them around Elliot. One under each arm. One looking as if it were sucking his dick. The last one over Elliot as if the 69 position. Margo was not happy seeing her son abused. Even if she did giggle.

"I need to go dry off." She shivered.

"By fire out there. You'll dry off fast." Brian stood behind her rubbing her biceps to warm her, his eyes monitoring that transparent ass.

"I can't go out there with a see-through dress." She whines, "There's over 20 men out there."

"So?" Brian sighed.

"I..." As she trembled music returned. Eric had finally jump started the actual party. The song was an oldie from LMFAO called Sexy and I Know It. She shook her head laughing, "I must be crazy."

"Come on." Brian swept her off of her feet and carried her out of the tent. The closer to the fire they got her dress revealed her pussy in its sopping wet dangle toward the ground. Her cunt clammed up while in Brian's cradling arms was in perfect view for all eyes to see and he moved in circles just to show her off. Guys gathered around to get an eye full until Heath forced everyone to give her room to breathe.

Standing her by the fire Brian eyed her hands covering her body. She stared back at him without blinking. She was literally a deer in headlights. Brian took that moment to start dancing. She shook her head trying not to laugh at the song playing. Brian was pretty sexy, and he knew it. So was she. So did she. Still, this clinging dress made her feel edgy. Too many men hoping that she might go further with them. Part of her wanted to, another part was remaining smart.

"Come on Margo. Loosen up." Brian claimed her hands moving them away from hiding her body. Nipples stabbing high with the dress barely drying revealed her tits to every man there. She held her breath and decided to just dance. What began slow led to more seductive moves. Guys were loving it. She was getting more and more motivated. So much so that she began crouching lower and using her hands to toss her damp skirt about. Not as revealing as guys wanted but certainly a start. Hopefully Margo Needy would just strip.

Turning toward the fire she chose to twerk a bit for the men, laughing at herself for even doing it. Fortunately for her, the fire dried her backside, regardless she was still sexy as fuck. She was having fun. So were all 27 men present crowding around her just for a better look.

The song changed to yet another oldie from Tone Loc called Wild Thing. She loved that song. A crowd pleaser, the song made her move about more. With her dress less transparent now she circulated a bit more. Going from boy to boy and dancing with them, or at least for them. Erotic poses achieved lots of up-close grinding. Guys taking a bit of liberty in holding her lower back as she rubbed her chest against theirs. The second a hand started to go lower she escaped them and moved to the next. Guys were riling up, yet afraid to touch too much. Taunting them made her worry they might take her by storm. Was this really worth the risk? She knew her four new tenants would keep her safe, but the truth was... did she want to be saved?

Wild Thing ending the song switched to Missy Elliot's Pussycat. While not aggressive it allowed her to randomly pick and choose certain men to dance up close with and caress their cheeks. The praise for her efforts were stimulating her desire to offer them a bit more. Not all by any means, but a bit more regardless. Turning her back to Derek she rubs directly into him with her hands in her hair. His palms gravitating to her hips was allowed. Lowering her right hand, she reaches back to palm his cheek and gyrate her ass over his obvious monster. Eyelids fluttering, she expels a moan. Margo Needy was feeling the moment. A moment that Derek used to his advantage in moving his hands up toward her chest. So close his fingers brushed ever so lightly the bottom of her tits. In a split second she whirled in his hands and faced him. Exhaling in his face she wags a finger and abandons him. He was crushed.

Torment moved from boy to boy, man to man, the Cougar enjoyed the stalking of prey. Anticipating the end of the song, she charged toward Cabot and slapped her palms on his chest.

"Did you boys plan this?"

"What? No. Only the things we did to Elliot. Sorry for the ice water."

"You boys pretty much saw me naked. I'm not sure how I feel about that." Her unblinking gaze told them differently.

"You were really getting into your dancing." Heath stepped in with concern.

"I love dancing. I intend to dance some more. Go get me a beer." She fanned herself as Eric halted the music to save good tunes until she might be ready again. Heath ran to bring her a fresh beer. Drinking it rather quickly Margo knew that the alcohol would prompt her to be nastier. She wanted to take her chances. Trust in her new roomies needed to be established. Tossing the empty cup over her shoulder she pointed at Eric to resume his music. A thumbs up later he hit the jams.

"Ohhh boy." She giggles as Khia's My Neck, My Back began. This was by far the deadliest song to date. Highly explicit and getting the boys worked up hard, she embraced it and used her hands to touch herself like a stripper. In her fever she takes her shoulder straps holding her dress up from her shoulders letting her dress slither down a bit. Her monster tits offering a fair share more of intimate cleavage. Stalking more prey she moved about, taking her hands from her cleavage to just see how far her dress might drift. Her hands went to work elsewhere. Falling against a boy named Greg Shepard she danced body to body, her ass glued to his crotch. Her right-hand prowling over her belly to pounce over her pussy, mashing her dress up between her legs. In doing that her skirt rose slightly. Greg being ballsy ran his hands up her skirt along her hips revealing skin to his friends. Only Margo's compressed hand kept her skirt down in front. Whistles all around. In his enthusiasm Greg took the chance of nuzzling her neck. He definitely heard a moan.

Peeling away in a burst of adrenalin she stormed up to three guys standing shoulder to shoulder. Her cleavage was barely hiding her areolas at this point. The three boys teamed up to see just how far they could go. Hands roamed her body as she defied her temptation to hold her dress down. Would they strip her? The man on her left rubbed her hip along her skirt's hem. Without her holding it down he could easily lift it up and show off her sweet, thinly shaved pussy.

The man behind her kissed her shoulder and squeezed her biceps, fingers tentatively trying to lower her shoulder strings even further. Eyes closed to calm her nerves she continued grinding. The man on her right palmed her chest between her tits not directly over them, his thumb dipping beneath the cleavage of her dress as even more encouragement to get those big ole' beauties into full view. Leaning in to nuzzle her wet hair he tried not to appear obvious. In her thoughts Margo was begging to be raped. Sadly, it was not in the cards. Cabot eased in and pulled her dress up over her chest and took her away from the guys before they could do any real damage. In rescuing her Margo felt a chill overcome her flesh. They were trustworthy after all. That was good and bad in the heat of it all.

Purse in hand Heath stood ready to potentially escort her home. Instead, she chose a different tactic. Taking Brian, Cabot, and Heath with her toward the fire she positioned all three boys into a human wall. As they tried to look behind them, she would palm their heads and tell them, "Look straight ahead. Do not peek. I mean it." They complied.

With the fire preventing anyone from being behind her Margo Needy took her dress off and hurled it over the heads of her roomies. They knew she was naked, and temptation led Brian to begin a turn. Cabot prevented him from it with a hard elbow to the chest. Purse tossed over them they heard the jangling of her belly dancing costume. Seconds later Margo stepped out from behind the boys wearing basically a scarf like skirt that drifted low on both hips revealing flesh yet covering her pussy. Only a micro thin band held the skirt aloft with the quicks of her thighs visible, shadowy triangles in the inner corners like a devious grin. She was pretty darn close to being nude down there. Her thin belly attachment was down to a dangerously visible pubic territory, a slender tower of pubic hair snuck up over the waistline. The bra was silky white and barely covering her nipples. Regardless of being covered they stood perky and excitedly evident; the remainder of her breasts draped in gold ornamental coin like sequins.

The audience dropped their jaws as much as they had when she was sopping wet. Looking at Eric for a song that she knew he was planning she flipped her tongue out at him to prove she was ready for anything. A forced unprepared pause led everyone to check her out up close. Her ass cheeks were seen through the sheer skirt. Chin on her shoulders to admire the boys circling her she maintains a bright sparkling gaze. So seductive. Greg Shepard flicks a bangle along her breast making her lick her lips.

"Hold up!" Cabot steps in and halts the territorial feeding ground around her. "Margo? What are you doing? Are you trying to get these guys too worked up?"

"Of course, I am. It's just a dance Cabot. Don't look at me as if it's wrong when you boys drowned me earlier and made me stand here dancing in what I would say less clothing. At least in this outfit the yummy parts are clothed."

"Yummy parts." He chuckles. "How are you even keeping this skirt on your hips? Its barely hanging by threads. I see pubes!"

"Maybe they will hold it up, maybe not." Another tongue razz "It might not stay on my hips for long. I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?" She intentionally shakes her hips. "Cross your fingers."

"You sure you want to do this mom? I just rescued you once tonight."

Looking toward the three boys she had been dancing between earlier she invites them closer. "Did I need rescued when I was dancing with you?"

"Want the truth?" The man who had been kissing her shoulders winks.

"Always."

"Yeah, we were going to take your dress off."

Her eyes flare, "Oh!"

"And feel you up really good." Another chose to admit.

"You're too sexy not to want to see naked."

Cabot frowns, "See?"

Eric begins the music making Margo react unexpectedly. Instead of feeling threatened she throws her hands in the air at an Arabic tune of flutes. Winking at Cabot she smiles, "Only save me if it goes that far."

"Wow! Gotcha, Mrs. Needy." Oh, Cabot wanted her naked. His act was just spot on. Watching her hips and belly do a seductive series of tremors Cabot stepped away and joined Heath and Brian.

"Dude!" Brian whispers into Cabot's ear, "She wants to get fucked. Let's just tear it up."

"Noooo! Don't be a moron. I want to put us in a position where she trusts us totally. Once we earn that we can tag this MILF every second of the day. Patience guys."

"Tell that to the other guys." Heath frowns.

All around Margo guys were closing in. She intentionally danced up close between her three truthful admirers, testing their remarks, almost as if daring them to strip her naked. Their hands were all over every inch of open flesh. Fingertips grazing along her pubic area even as her shaking hips kept them at bay. Only her thrashing kept them from going in for the kill. Brian could hardly contain himself, given how hypnotic her abilities were. Sniffing her panties, which had returned to his possession only fueled his torment. He had to masturbate. The trouble was he didn't want to do it in front of all the other guys. He had to make a choice, either go beyond the circle of cars or tough it out like the others. He chose to stand by his buddies and maintain peace.

Margo was keeping her arms in the air allowing the trio to attempt groping her. Shaking tits held off any solid grasps. That and Cabot was monitoring them closely. Each time he started to step forward she would look at him as if saying, "Not yet." His own cock was dying to join his friends, but he was playing things smart. Violating their trust meant no happy home and zero chances at fucking her in the future. Cabot and Heath both backed off.