Cougar House Ep. 011: Comfort Zone

"Yes."

"I'm glad you chose me first."

"So am I. Cum with me Cabot."

As he fucks her harder the door begins to vibrate under their weight. Noisy they both grit their teeth when they hear yet another door. Eyes bulging, they knew it was the front door, Heath was coming in from outdoors. In a brilliant move Cabot lifts her away from the door and opens the pantry to take them inside out of sight. She whispered, "My shorts are on the floor."

"Fuck!" Not wanting to let her down he carried her over to where her shorts lay. Leaning her backwards she giggles and releases his neck to dangle her upper body at an awkward descent. Legs locked about his waist he let his hands release her and hovered his palms over her chest before a pinch to both nipples as if only using them to hold her aloft. She whimpered at her nipple clamps and used her fingers to pluck up her shorts. Cabot admiring her massive tits released her nips just to see how strong she really was. The long trail between her thighs and tits looked inviting. He wanted to kiss every inch. Waving her shorts to coax him to lift her, he shook his head no and made her rise up on her own. Most of the way successful he chose to pull her back up into his arms. A mad shuffle to the pantry they closed it behind them. Upright fucking began again.

Heath Talbot just missed them as he grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. Shrugging at no one there he headed upstairs. The pantry door vibrated the second he left the kitchen. Another two minutes and Heath would have heard Margo cum loudly. Then, a deafening snarl as Cabot nuts inside her. The pantry hid them away another ten minutes. She would mop the tile after they were done. It was slippery now, thanks to Margo's ability to gush nearly every time she had an orgasm.

Fully dressed and ready to enter the playing field, the lovers went their separate ways. Cabot headed back upstairs to clean up and change. Content to mop and care for her kitchen she did so naked. The boys were clean freaks, but she was anal. Satisfied for the day Margo smiled, three down with time on the clock. Brian Hancock would have to wait until later. She would only have to deal with Cabot then. Heath and Eric off to work would allow her time to find a way to satisfy her itch of all four boys in one day.

"Patience Margo. Patience." Her conscience said, "Bitch." She didn't get dressed again for thirty minutes, her clothing on the kitchen island.

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Just as promised Margo had dinner ready by 4:00 so that Heath and Eric could grab a bite before work. She had prepped pork chops from her small walk-in freezer. She discovered that shopping day was getting near, the shelves were getting bare. Adding to the chops were mashed potatoes and frozen broccoli smothered in cheddar cheese. Dining table set she rushed upstairs beating on doors to let them all know dinner was on. Ducking into her room she intended on change, wanting to look more presentable than her shorts and crotchet halter top.

"I'm tired of being constricted, these shorts have got to go." Disrobing entirely, she went for a dress, one she knew they liked her in, namely the dress she wore on the way to Philly. As swift whore's bath first to feel less icky from sweat and cum she dried off and returned to her dress. Nude beneath it she gave up being conservative. "Breath ladies." She whips her loose cleavage about giving her tits air. Spritzing perfume and primping her hair, out the door she went. Heading downstairs she looked over the rail into her dining room to find only Cabot and Heath.

"Where's Eric?" She pondered turning back to his door and barging in to find him in a towel. He must have been in the shower. "Dinners on the table Handsome. Eat me... it... while it's hot." She flips her tongue out.

"Be right down. Gotta get dressed for work. You still rock that dress."

Flipping her spaghetti straps from her shoulders she shakes her upper body until her cleavage nearly toppled out. Moving her chin sheepishly from shoulder to shoulder she beguiled him with her eyes.

"Trying to seduce me again?" He chuckled attempting to be quiet about it.

"Wait until this silly game I'm playing is over. You boys are sooo in trouble."

"Awesome! I'm running low on time so keep your dress on." Instead, he whips his towel off smirking.

"Oh, that's just mean." She pouted. Pulling herself together she turns away lifting her skirt to her waist mooning him. "See you downstairs. I'll make you a plate. Chops, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. Hope you like those."

"Sounds great. Eat you later for dessert?"

"Mmm! You get home when?"

"Probably like 2:00 AM. Gotta make sure the cleaning crew are doing their jobs." He gets dressed in a royal blue button-down dress shirt and black dress pants, black shoes. All complimented with a white tie. He looked handsome.

"Leave your door ajar, if everyone is asleep, I'll come sit on your face."

"Ohhh, now that's dessert."

"Hurry. I'll go fix you a plate."

Leaving him he gives her five minutes as he colognes himself up, then puts on his belt. Gathering his wallet, keys, and cell from its charger he was ready to go. Lights out he leaves his room and hurries downstairs to find Cabot and Heath feeding their faces. Margo was sitting on the table kicking her legs up and down. Moving toward the chair next to him he winks at her and eyes his plate next to her hip.

"Looks delicious mom."

"Do I?" She stretches vividly for all of them before hopping off the table, "Sit."

The eye contact between the three boys wondered why she was acting strangely. Was Margo ready to open up about her game before the other guys had been seduced? Each of them had the same question on their minds thinking they were the only one already lucky. Standing behind Eric's chair she pats it. "Don't be late for work. Eat."

"Right." Eric sits down and snatches up a fork and digs in. Patiently she awaits a compliment to the chef. "Good stuff mom." Devouring his chop with greasy fingers he nods smugly at his buddies. She decided to race into the kitchen and pour him a glass of iced tea as she had the others. Returning with her shoulder straps dangling she leans around Eric and lets her cleavage drape open for Heath and Cabot.

"You needed a drink."

"Thanks." Her nipples stabbing hard through her dress drew in eyes. She loved the attention and batted her eyes at them.

"Mrs. Needy?" Heath spoke up.

"Yes?"

"Um! Nice dress."

"You remember it?" She lays her chin on her left shoulder playfully.

"Oh, we all do. Sexy as hell."

"Why thank you. I love looking good. Especially for..." She feigns a blush.

"For?" Cabot challenges her.

"For my self-esteem. If I look good everyone is happy."

"Can't argue with that." Eric toasts her with his tea glass.

"Refill Cabot?" She notes his glass low.

"Sure." He hands it too her as she dances around Eric to retrieve it, then wiggles toward the kitchen, all eyes on that perfect heart shaped ass.

"Dudes!" Heath leans in whispering, "Is she flirting hard or what?"

"I think she wants us." Eric puckers nodding.

"Keep it cool a while longer." Cabot adds, "I told you guys she would find a comfort zone around us. She's wearing less again. No underwear under that dress I guarantee it."

"I know she's not. Dude I can see ass crack." Heath chuckles. Looking at his watch suddenly Heath went pale, "Shit! I have to go." That sudden leap to his feet made Eric sigh. So did he.

As Margo returns giddy, she sits Cabot's glass on its coaster and pouts, "Off to work?"

"Gotta pay the rent."

"Yes, you do." She commits a stern smirk.

"Thanks for dinner mom." Eric raises his arms hoping for a hug. She wasted no time in leaping into his opened arms. Surrounding her back Eric rubs her spine all the way down to her highest point of butt crack. She gives him a peck on the cheek for being polite. Easing away she found Heath behind her. Turning in a 360 with her body still pressed into Eric, Margo accepted his hug as well. Heath found himself braver than Eric and briskly rubbed her back and lifted her off of her feet into a shifting dance. She giggled and wrinkled her nose at Cabot still sitting. Lowering her Heath let her go. In their smothering hugs Margo's cleavage dropped dangerously low, almost revealing areola. She didn't even try to pull it up feigning ignorance.

"See you in the morning mom." Eric winked. Waving at them dramatically only added to her dress's exposure. Nobody wanted to leave. As the front door opened and closed, then there were two. Without a second to waste Margo lifts her left leg across Cabot's lap and straddles him lifting her skirt for comfort to sit commando over his thighs. Arms wrapped around his neck she looks him in the eye.

"I think I have them eating out of my hand, don't you?"

"They think you're flirting hard. Teasing them in that dress."

"What could have possibly made them think that?" She giggles before tenderly moving in closer to kiss Cabot on the lips. An overheated make out session leads him to pick her up and sit her on the tables edge. Scooting his plate and glass out of the way she lays back. Lifting her legs over his shoulders her skirt is wrinkled up over her belly.

"I'm still hungry."

Cabot Ross ate her out right there on her dining table. Hands in her hair Margo squirmed at a very talented tongue. One that she remembered well from his moving in day. He was unforgiving in his hunger lust, Margo squealing in delight. Arching her spine to press only her shoulders and scalp into the table she rolled her eyes back at his ravenous appetite. Cumming over his tongue she cooed shifting her dress all over her tits with erratic palms. Margo was so ready to be the object of all four boys' fantasies. As she was being eaten, she imagined the other two still there crawling up on her massive dining table to join her, leaning over her body and kissing her breasts. It became so vivid she trembled hard.

"Oh Cabot! That tongue is evil."

"Had enough?" He lets up wiggling his eyebrows.

"When will Brian be home? 6:00 you say?"

"Don't ruin my appetite." He laughs leaning his wet chin right on her trickling pussy.

"Sorry! I was just thinking that maybe it's time I seduced another."

"I thought Brian was going to be last?"

"I just couldn't decide who to target next. Would you be upset if I skipped to Brian?"

"No. Just know he has a big mouth."

"I'll risk it. If he blabs, I'll just give up my game."

"My lips are still sealed until you gather us together and admit the scam."

"Thank you... and thank you." She lifts her hips until his chin lowers then presses her pussy back into his face. "While we wait on Brian." She giggles. Cabot dug in for more. Thirty minutes of hardcore feasting Cabot fell back into his chair to catch his breath, "My tongues numb." Margo Needy was one happy whore.

"Mine isn't." She sits up and slides between his legs kneeling under the table to unzip him. Easing his dick out she licked him from balls, up his foreskin to flick his crown like a lizard's tongue. With a kiss she swallowed five of seven inches and gagged herself repeatedly, forcing herself to go balls deep. Momma had talents that none of them knew yet. Ten minutes later Cabot nuts down her throat. Smiling up at him she shows him her tongue with pooled up jizz on it for a reaction.

"Swallow that."

"Mmmm! Always! I love cum too much to ever waste a drop."

As she lingered at his feet, they hear the front door, and both sets of eye's bulge. She swiftly crawls under the table until reaching the furthest chair before surfacing to straighten up her dress, and hair. Cabot zipped up wet and scooted closer to the table. Claiming Heath's old chair together they sat acting as if they were just talking.

Earlier than expected, in walked Brian, weary from a long day of tree cutting, clothes dirty from head to toe. Kicking his boots off at the door he looks toward them.

"I smell food?" He shuffles in limping slightly.

"You do." Margo brightens up. "Pork Chops?"

"Oh, fuck yeah! I'm starving."

Margo jumps to her feet and straightens her dress more to look presentable. "You sit. I'll heat up a plate."

"Awesome! Thanks mom."

"Grrrr! Mom! Mom! Mom! Try Margo it rolls off the tongue better." She winks at Cabot.

"Gotcha! Thanks mom." He laughs knowing it bothered her. She would get used to it. Again, both boys watch her tight ass wiggle away into the kitchen, taking dirty dishes with her. "Christ, that ass says destroy me." Brian ushers.

"That it does. She's been flirting hard today. Eric and Heath noticed it. Give her time I bet she starts in on you."

"I'm ready." Brian shares a cheesy grin. "This bitch is ours Bro."

"Just don't fuck it up for us."

"What? Me? Never." He smirks looking appalled before chuckling. Dropping into a seat he cracks his neck. Smelling his pits he winces, "Damn! I need a shower bad."

In the kitchen Margo gargled at the sink having a small bottle of mouthwash hidden away. Waiting on a plate of food to nuke she teased her nipples. "This is just so much fun. Now that Cabot thinks I'm ready to take on Brian he's going to be so jealous. Hold on a bit longer boys, I'll make you all so very happy." At the ping of the microwave, she carefully removes the hot plate and tests it before serving. Lowering her shoulder straps again she shuffles barefoot back out to the dining room. Utensils placed in the food for transport she strategically sits the plate in front of Brian and allows his fork to fall to the floor between his legs.

"Shoot." She immediately leans over his lap and lays her cheek over his crotch as she reaches to pick it up. He nearly busted a nut then and there. Looking over at Cabot he nodded feverishly. "I'll go get you a clean fork, and a glass of tea." Again, they watch that ass dance away.

"She had her cheek on my dick Bro." Brian felt like bragging. In his thoughts he laughed, "If you only knew I tapped that bitch already you'd shit. Should I tell him? Naaaa! Too much fun when it comes out, I got her first." Second, if truth be known. Cabot just grinned and expressed shock.

"Keep it cool Bri."

"Yep! I'm good Bro."

Seconds later Margo returned with fork, tea, and napkin. Setting him up she places a hand on his shoulder and smiles, "Hard day?"

"Hard as hell." He rubs his crotch right in front of her.

"You seem... tense."

"Lot of heavy lifting, my shoulders and arms got a workout."

"Awww! You eat I'll massage your shoulders." She steps behind him and winks at Cabot as her hands squeeze his shoulders. Brian eyes Cabot with a wince.

"Now this is service. Best mom ever." He sighs.

Digging in he just lifts his plate closer to his face to avoid a long transportation of bites. She massages his neck making him tilt his gaze to peer over his brow while eating.

"Brian?" She leans over him her hair tickling his neck.

"Yeah?" Mouthful!

"I'll allow you to take your shirt off at the table this once. All I'm doing is massaging a wrinkled-up t-shirt. I see sawdust."

"Serious? On it." He sits his plate down and swiftly removes his shirt to show off his muscles. Chuckling he recalls the third day living here when he and Cabot tried serving her breakfast in bed. "Too bad there's no tablecloth for you to pull out from under my plate." Cabot had to laugh.

"Evil man. Evil I say. You know you really scared me that morning Mister Hancock. I actually thought you were going to pull my sheet off of me. You do know I was sleeping in the nude."

"No shit?" He feigns surprise.

She pelts his temple giggling, "You knew. Both of you did."

"Yeah, we knew." Cabot confided.

"I didn't. Wow! Now I'm really embarrassed." Brian chuckles as her hands begin to work his shoulders again.

"No, you're not. You lifted my bed sheet and saw under it. EVIL!" She smirks running her palms over his chest right before Cabot's eyes. "You wanted to see me naked. Don't deny it."

"Hell, yes we did." Brian looked at her nails on his pecs. She dug them in sighing loudly.

"You know what?" She retreats leaving Brian lonely all of a sudden, "You finish eating and go shower. If you can behave yourself, I'll give you a better massage."

"Body massage with a happy ending?"

"That's not behaving Brian." She scowls down at him.

"Sorry. Not really, but yeah... sorry."

"EVIL! UGH!" She rolled her eyes.

"So like where are we doing my massage?"

"I'll come to your bedroom in an hour. That will give me time to do the dishes and put away the leftovers. If you misbehave, I'm going to walk out. Earn my trust, Brian."

"Gotcha."

Gathering the last few dishes, she heads for the kitchen. As always that ass was zeroed in on. The second she vanished Brian shrugs, "I'm not behaving."

"You're so going to fuck..."

"Her?"

"...this up."

"Naaaa! I got this Bro." Scarfing his last bit of food he jumps up and takes his plate to the kitchen. Out of Cabot's sight he moves behind her submerging his plate into the sinks water in front of Margo. He then leaned in and grinned, "Are we fucking?"

"You know we are. We just need to be very quiet. Cabot's room is right next to yours."

"Wee bit of noise?"

"Maybe it's time he knew. What do you think?" She looks for guidance.

"Let's leave my bedroom door wide open."

"You just gave me goosebumps." She flared her eyes with sparkling enthusiasm, "Let's!"

"Fuck yeah. If he catches us, you just tell him."

"Alright. No warnings, am I clear?"

"Zipped lip."

"I'm trusting you."

"I'm going to go shower." He snatches her by the hair and pulls her in to kiss her hard. Taking her breath away she fanned herself. Just that fast Brian was gone.

"Is it possible to fall in love with four different men?" She giggles, "That's not enough men. I want to love them all." She finishes her dishes then dries her hands before leaning on the counter. "I'm only feeling how you always told me to be Darryl." She lifts her eyes to the ceiling to chat with her late husband. "You said to fall in love with all men. I will live by that code forever." She sighs and holds both hands to her heart. Love had four letters, she had four boys. Enough for now.

Heading back to the dining room she discovers Cabot gone. She hoped that he didn't take off, she wanted to begin the process of each of the boys knowing the other had been seduced. She hoped Brian would not flip out once he found out about Cabot being first.

Moving upstairs she notes Cabot's door ajar and peeks inside. He was sitting on his bed reclined against his headboard and texting. Looking up at her in the doorway he sets forward and acknowledges her. "You, okay?"

"Yes. Nervous a little. You said Brian was really big." She had already experienced his anaconda delight but wanted to maintain her cover story a bit longer. "Did I interrupt you?"

"Not really. A waitress at work asked me to cover her shift later tomorrow. I do need the money to save towards rent. I'll probably take it."

"I'm glad you're so responsible."

"We all are. Don't doubt us, Margo."

"If I didn't have faith in you four, I'd never have... that's a lie... I wanted all of you."

He smirks and pats the bed beside him. "So, it wasn't entirely about the needed cash?"

"No. I'm very lonely. Even with Elliot here I faced loneliness. Darryl... used to keep me busy."

"How so?"

"Let's just say I was rarely by myself, even with Elliot at home."

"Men over?"

"Yes."

"Every day?"

"Almost."

"Wow! You sound like a hooker."

"I felt like one. But I loved the attention. Darryl needed many favors; I was his way to achieve those. This was primarily when Elliot was in school."

"Can I ask a very personal question?"

"I will give you honesty. For better or worse."

"How many men..."

"Have I had sex with?"