Late evening after Elliot Needy's airport departure flight...
Having slept off most of her day due to muscle relaxers Margo could only lay around weeping at the loss of her son Elliot. She knew he would come home again but this was her first ever moment of complete solitude that did not last longer than eight hours. Elliot would always return home from school or hanging out with friends each day. Now that return would be in six months. Would she go mad in that time? It felt as if she might. Of course, she would have new roommates moving in to help contain her sanity. She hoped. To be frank that was all she had to hold on to. Her finances depleted all she had was paid off property, but even then, if she could not pay the taxes going forward even that was in jeopardy. Selling was not in the cards. She believed in miracles. As long as the boys paid rent, she could keep the power and water on, and feed herself. Thank God, Elliot's schooling was paid for by grants. At least for the six-month trial. If his grades were exemplary then he could move on up the ladder, if not he would come home and deal with the same headaches as his mother. Margo's on that subject ending she changed her tune.
"I can't stop thinking about that truck ride. Their hands were all over me. If I had allowed it, they might have stripped me naked right in front of my son. I was so very close on the way home. Who am I kidding, I was naked. My dress was unzipped, skirt up over my waist, my breasts were out of my dress if not covered by how I was laying across the console. When I peed, I gave up my G-string on purpose so that alone encouraged them to get bolder. Yes, my own fault, but I just could not control myself in the moment. Darryl would have been so proud that I went as far as I did. They think I didn't know but Cabot and Eric actually had their dicks out under my ass. Skin on skin is impossible not to notice. Did I give away that I felt them throbbing under me? If not for Elliot, I think I'd have masturbated in front of all five boys. That would have gone over deliciously."
Margo Needy lay in bed using her vibrator for the last two awakening hours. She just could not stop torturing herself intimately. Elliot's four friends plus one more were too handsome to ignore. Teasing was becoming far too easy. She wanted their attentions badly, at the same time fearing the long-term outcome. This whole living together thing was going to be amazing, yet terrifying. Once she fed on them, they her, there would be no stopping. Margo Needy wasn't certain she wanted to stop. Before, when her husband Darryl was alive, she was a sexual beast at his command. Now with him gone, her life and appetite were her own. She was ready to fuck the world. Her last name said it all, Margo was very needy.
"Come to Margo... Cabot... Brian... Heath... Eric... I can't forget you, Jeffrey. Join us! Yessssssssss." Gusher after gusher... orgasm after orgasm... scream after scream. Not a soul to hear. DAMMIT! She needed to feel closer to them but how? She found herself tempted to call them as they had her yet knew that would be too obvious. In the beginning there needed to be a certain reality before allowing fantasy to rule them, she included.
"Brian's brother Jeff stood by outside the truck as I peed on the interstate. He kept my panties after I waved them away. That had to have tipped the boys off that I was extremely turned on by them." More moans escalate through an already hoarse throat. Her toy dipping deep and sensually as Brian fucked her in her visions. A strange turn in images found his brother Jeff grabbing her after she had just urinated along the highway and slammed her against his brother's truck, taking her from behind as vehicles in passing observed his heroic act of forcefulness. That scene alone sent her body into another round of convulsions. The night was young.
"Jeff groped me when I was dropped off at home. All of the boys noticed that. Surely, I gave them thoughts on claiming my body as theirs. Oh Darryl... what have I started?" Her call out to her late husband's ghost should he be near made her shiver with delight. She firmly believed her husband was watching over her every move. "I want them to respect me, yet I ...want them all as lovers too. Is that even possible? Can we all exist as a family and enjoy each other? I want to say yes but, will it get... out of hand?" She hoped so deep down. Truthfully, Margo Needy wanted them to be ravenous. Six long months of passion and overpowering destruction, the very same actions her husband supplied her with.
"I wonder what the boys are doing now. I so wonder if they are doing what I am doing. Touching themselves thinking of me, as I do each of them. Surely, they must be. Please let them be fantasizing of all of the dirty little things they want of me." Two dildos at once Margo tore her butthole up right alongside her cunt. "Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaase! Let me please them."
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9:45 PM in the town of Wildwood, Pennsylvania.
"That's right Mrs. Needy you just take my big ole' cock up that tight lil' ass." Indeed, this very moment she was. Great behinds think alike! "Oooo, yeah! That mushroom is having troubles getting in there. Too bad I'm not giving up on it, you just lay there screaming and digging those nails into your mattress."
Brian Hancock was the darker side of the quartet. Zac Efron as if on steroids, the former High School bad boy knew how to play hard. Even in his dreams, fantasies. After a lengthy discussion over the truck ride to Philly and back, he and his friends talked about nothing but Margo Needy and their lust for her. He just knew they were going to tag the MILF as he was doing right here and now in the privacy of his own bed. No mere fantasy he prodded himself, this dream was destiny. Thank goodness his mother was at work so he could be as loud as he wanted. It was going to be good to have his own place once he moved to the CoUNTry.
"There it's in. Good job MILF. You took it like a pro. You like my cock, don't you? Let me pry these twerkers wider so I can see how full I'm stretching that pucker. Hell yes! Thing of beauty. Not talking about you but you're welcome." He laughs arrogantly. "Deeper? Words to my ears Momma Needy." He dry humps his bed just for kicks then returns to jerking off in mad fashion. Brian Hancock had a load awaiting the hot ass landlady. One of thousands if he had his way.
Across town, his brother Jeff stood in his shower masturbating just the same. What little he had experienced with Margo Needy was enough to storm his own set of torment. Jerking off under the hot cascade of mini-Niagara all he could picture was taking Margo Needy from behind, her hair in his hand. Strangely, it had also crossed his mind as it did Margo of fucking her along the highway against Brian's fender well. A shared fantasy mere moments apart if the timetable was calculated to perfection. Fender well! Fender well! Fender well! Slam! Bam! Thank ya Ma'am!
"I gotta get in on this game. Those lucky sons-o-bitches. I'm not going to be left out on tagging that hot bitch. Someday soon Mrs. N. Someday soon." He would jerk off three times before a final beer of the night and stained sheets.
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Eight blocks away from both Hancock brothers, Heath Talbot could not stop picturing Margo's massive 40D's in all of their silicone lifted poise. He had long been imagining the road trip while they were treating her to a massage. At this very second, he was rubbing her shoulders guiding her straps ever so slowly down her upper arms. Dreamy mocha colored flesh revealing inch by inch as his boys worked their own magic on her legs. Her dress was not hiding much.
Chuckling to himself he leered over his shoulder at a slumbering Elliot, his head on the trucks window asleep. "We're gonna fuck your mommy, Elliot. You okay with that? As if we care what you think. You just stay asleep Bro." The fantasy was vivid. A shame that even Elliot's drool was a part of it all.
"Let's just get those hooters out once and for all and see how you react." He mentally tells Margo as her body falls limp to everyone's massages. She was in a zone from her muscle relaxers and in a sense uncaring as they drew closer and closer to touching the good stuff. All Heath knew was he could hear her soft moans. Margo's eyes closed to the world at the time, her expressions begging for release. Within Heath's fantasy he managed her dress down over her tits for a full-on party fest view, imagining a proud moment of achievement toward his fellow massagers. Cabot with his fingers up under her short skirt had reached her panties while grinning at his own success, nodding his approval at Margo's stunning high pitch nipples.
Eric and Jeff in their own hands found Margo putty and purring. Uncaring if her son woke up or not. All they knew was the woman was smiling as she lay there over their laps. Heath had his visions down to a science. Daring to reach around Margo he squeezes her breasts, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hair's scent vivid to his fantasy.
"You found them." Heath envisions her whisper as he gropes her chest.
"God, I love these titties."
"They love you Mister Talbot." Her voice was so authentic in his mind. Oddly, he shivered replacing Mister with Master. Where did that come from? Grinning he chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind." A guy could dream. "You want us, don't you?"
"Of course. I've always wanted you boys. Since the very first day Elliot introduced us."
"Hear that, guys?" Heath prods his buddies as if reality.
"Fuck yes." Eric Crowe smugly lifts her feet up and sucks her toes. From the front seat Jeff Hancock does the same with her opposite foot, prying her legs wide between the two. Legs of athletic beauty, muscularly toned and dedicated to all eyes.
Heath continues his fantasy by kissing her neck and whispering, "What if Elliot wakes up?"
"Do any of you care if he does?" Margo sighs at Heath's lips nuzzling her ear. "I know I don't."
"Fuck no."
"Then, neither shall I. Please continue." Her voice was so real.
Heath tilts her face enough to plant a kiss on her lips. She stole his breath instantly, feeding on his mouth like a starving child. So very real. Heath imagines a good long passionate lip lock. Steamy as all get out. Feeling her body tense in his grasp, he pictures looking down to see Cabot peeling her panties aside and fingering her perfect pussy, a thumb agitating her clitoris.
"Yessss. Don't stop." Heath hears her speak into his mouth. Heath was destroying his cock under the visions he was creating. Seconds later he would explode only to start over from scratch. She was more than willing to add to his sexual dreams. It became so very vivid that he pictured Cabot removing her G-string and Heath stuffing it into Elliot's mouth to shut up his snoring. Odd how even that image made Heath Talbot even more invested.
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