Alone at home Margo Needy enjoyed a minute's peace, calm before the storm. She had been running around like a chicken with her head chopped off trying to get everything arranged for her son's last night in the United States. In three days, he would be off for Paris to study abroad. With Elliot in town spending time with his friends, her future roommates, it allowed Margo to relax a bit and unwind. After her morning cardio, she decided to enjoy the sun and work on her tan, she was already golden, but it couldn't hurt to darken a bit more in those hard-to-reach places. With this time to herself she could think about what she was getting herself into by committing to let four of Elliot's nineteen-year-old friends live out here with her.
She didn't necessarily consider it a mistake in agreeing to rent to them, but it did worry her a bit, because she was lonely now that her husband had passed away, although not recent. Combined with her son moving on in life she was stressed. She hated being by herself, but four young men might test her resolve. Possibly her self-control. She certainly required attention. Something that she had lived without since Darryl. That was what worried her.
Thinking back to two days earlier, she wondered if Brian Hancock had snuck into her bedroom and gone through her underwear drawer. That spooked her yet made her especially wet as well. To top that off Brian might have seen her masturbating in her shower. She just wasn't sure. Circumstances led her to believe it a possibility, but without proof she would just overlook it, and envision it to be true. All four boys treated her as if she were their mom. She preferred the aunt factor being only 12 years older than they were.
"What if Brian did sneak in on me?" She ponders, "The boys all seem to be sincere about their concern for me, yet I really don't know any of them all that well. Brian might be sneaky." She sighs heavily, ""Of course he's sneaky. Charming, really cute, but shady, I think. Does that mean I rule out him living here? If I do that I might as well let the other three go too."
A chill raced over her suddenly, "I want to keep all four of them as long as they pay rent on time. If they get too out of hand, I'll consider letting them go." Another alarming sigh leads too, "What if I get out of hand? I have needs too. Just seeing their eyes looking me over makes me crazy. Once Elliot is gone, I might not be able to deny my desires. Do I want to deny them? Uggh! Maybe, I'm reading too much into things. They might not be as interested as I think they are."
A final sigh leads to a giggle, "Don't be an idiot Margo, all four of those boys have a crush on you. I need to just relax and do my best to behave myself. Let's see how they do the first week or two, and if nobody hits on me, I'll just be mom to them. Aunt mom. Oh my God! What if they do hit on me?" She bites a nail shivering at the inevitability. That led to a welcomed grin. "Lord, I hope they do."
Knowing that she was by herself, she considered sunbathing in the nude. She rarely had such an opportunity before now with Elliot having graduated this past school year. Even though she had a tanning bed to prevent tan lines there was nothing better than the sun itself. Looking around just out of habit she removes her skimpy white bikini top and rests back topless. That would be enough for the moment she thought. Just in case the boys suddenly came back home. Living seven miles from the town of Wildwood, Pennsylvania allowed her time to be safe. They had been gone for two hours, she likely had two more to relax in.
Oiling herself up with sunscreen her body became a golden gloss. Even she found it sexy. For the next thirty minutes she baked without a care in the world. This would inevitably be the last chance she would have the freedom to lay out like this. Once the boys moved in her liberties would have to be confined to wearing a bathing suit. A bikini of course, Darryl had forbidden her to ever wear a one piece. Skimpier the better in his eyes. If it weren't for Elliot, he would have had her nude 24/7. Master hubby spoke, she obeyed.
"Why should I deny myself? This is my house; they're not signing any lease agreement. Besides, if my intuition is correct, they want to see me lay out in a bikini... or less. Bikini yes, less no." She ponders her decision to deny regardless, "Oh my God Margo... stop thinking about this. Just collect the rent checks and do your own thing. You know you need the money. That has to be top priority."
As she lays there collecting rays, she hears her cell ring. Sitting up she looks to see who was calling, a text prior to inform identity. "Cabot? That's the first time he's ever called me. Elliot must have given him my number." Feeling a thrill suddenly, knowing she was topless Margo answers the phone, trembling at the intriguing scenario.
"Hello Cabot."
"Hey mom." He greeted her, "I wanted to run something by you real fast."
"I'm all ears." She nibbles a nail lowering her gaze to her magically enhanced 40D's. Favoring the idea of putting him on speaker she sits her cell on a table next to her chaise. This gave her room to enjoy his voice and her freedom at one time.
"We were thinking instead of some indoor party with just the usual gang, we might have a big bonfire. Brian's dad just cut down a few trees and wants Bri to haul them off, so we had that brilliant idea. Thoughts?"
She teases her nipples with her index fingers picturing him standing over her watching as he asks her. Using her right foot, she lightly caresses her opposite leg achieving goosebumps.
"That sounds fun. There's plenty of room toward the west side of the property. Darryl actually had a small dirt pit, dug out just for fires. There's even some wood tables and benches out there to sit on. Although, it might have a few weeds grown up. Since Darryl passed, Elliot and I have lapsed on cutting the entire property. It's too large for us alone. "
"Darryl had a riding mower, right?"
"A large tractor with a pull behind as well."
"I'm off work today I'll come out and cut at least a good chunk of it with the riding mower. Brian and Eric can bring the trees out and drop them in the pit."
"That would be great. See? You boys will be... very handy around here." Her right-hand glides over her belly and beneath her bikini bottoms. Touching her clit, she tenses up to enjoy her sensitivity, following up with a soft moan. She whispers ever so faintly, "Mmm! Cabot."
"Our hands are all yours, Mrs. Needy."
"That feels wonderful..." Her back arches as two fingers insert between her labia and dip inside, "...knowing that you boys care enough to lend a hand."
"Anything you need it's yours."
"I'll keep that in mind." She unties the string on her right hip, then the left tugging the bikini bottoms through her legs. Margo was 100% naked, save for sunglasses. "It's so hot out here Cabot."
"I know it's TMI, but dammit I feel like stripping down just to cool off." He chuckles.
"I'm laying by the pool and TMI I'm considering skinny dipping." She giggles. Two could play that game. "With you boys moving in, this might be my last chance to do that."
"There would be days we'll all be working so you still could. Heck, I wouldn't care if..." He trails away feigning a blush on his end.
"I don't know about that." She laughs, "Nobody wants to see Aunt Margo do that."
"Aunt Margo?" He chuckles, "Do we make you feel that old calling you mom?"
"A bit. I'm certain I'll correct all of you hundreds of times that I'm not your mother. Margo is fine."
"Alright Margo. Anyways... let me call Bri and tell him the trees are a go. I'll follow him out and get to mowing the yard."
"I'll be here." She moans lightly.
"You, okay? You sound winded."
"I'm fine. Just scratching an itch."
"An itch causes breathlessness?"
"If you must know I'm putting on sunscreen and trying to reach the hard to get to places." She whimpers. Fingers dipping deeper, he realizes she might be touching herself.
"Need help?"
"Now Cabot, I'm your landlady. "She giggles and masturbates without worry.
"So." He chuckles flirtingly. "That doesn't mean I can't be of services. Don't think the worst because I'm offering."
"We'll see. I think that might be a little too... personal."
"You can hire me to be your Cabana Boy."
"And pay you with your own rent money?"
"Good point."
"My legs are getting a really nice golden glow. TMI?"
"Never. Be yourself mom... Margo. None of us are going to think badly of anything you do."
"Some things should be shared more than others. For us to all live together I agree. I just don't want Elliot to ever get the wrong idea."
"Well, it's not like anything is ever going to happen between any of us, right?"
"Right you are." She was definitely not thinking like Cabot was.
"You were a Model, so model those legs. Show me why they're worth a million bucks"
"Those days are long gone Cabot. If they were still worth that much, I would not require any roommates."
"From pics I've seen of your younger days I can be honest and tell you I see very little difference. Outside of..."
"My boobs being enhanced. My butt cheeks?" She laughs squirming in her chaise at how wet her pussy was. Reaching her mouth with one set of fingers she sucks upon her taste, while the other replaces her treasure hunt. Sex marks the spot. Pirate gold!
"I felt weird saying that, but yeah."
"I'm certain I'll hear young boys talking all about things like that around here once we coexist.'
"Young men."
"Yes, you are." She sighs eying her cell. "I'll humor you just this once. Give me a second to take a picture of my legs."
