Skyping with Elliot things get heated. Time for answers Young Man. MEN!
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"Oh, Darryl, how could you have let our son have sex with me, without my knowing?"
Margo Needy isolated herself away from everyone by taking a walk out to a hidden orchard within the timber of her massive property for apples. Her Garden of Eden she called it. The question these days was just who the serpent was...Darryl or Elliot? Her tears were not of hurt but confusion. Her late husband Darryl Needy had instilled in her that all men deserved her body. Controlling her urges while raising her son Elliot to manhood as a true Mother would, although only being his adopted parent, she set aside her sexual appetite.
Presuming her son oblivious to his parents lifestyle she gave it very little thought on her son's actual knowledge. Her own husband had kept her in the dark by teaching Elliot how to have sex and learn dominance. Even before Elliot went to Paris to study abroad she had no clue of his desires for her. A crush perhaps but more? Margo should feel betrayed. She was not.
"Here's a few juicy ones." She plucks low hanging fruit from its stem and puts them in a hip pouch capable of holding large numbers. After adding eight selected apples she fidgets, "Maybe I'll make an apple pie for the boys. I need to unwind without that meaning an orgasm. I know Darryl would disagree but right now I'm in charge of my immediate destiny dearest Husband. Leave me to my baking." In her mind his spirit was there beside her every second guiding her. Today she was going to defy him. Defy even her five young Masters. Today she required Margo time. Luckily the boys were gone off to work. No objections to her own rule until later. For now, it was just she and Johnny Appleseed. That was the name of the tree. It had a big trunk, well hung at that. Branches of apples that is.
"I wonder why Heath hasn't chased me down lately? He hasn't said a word since he went to meet his old Teacher. Have I lost his interest due to her?" Margo knew Frannie and her husband Riley through Darryl and the school board. Having spoken a few times with Frannie over her son Elliot, her husband was there that day to show off his Policing skills as if Show and Tell for teens. While instilled to adore all men, Riley just didn't meet her approval.
"Maybe I should check on Heath." She eyed her cell but tucked it away instead. Returning home she chose to give him space and let him come to her, he was Master after all. She was...oblivious until called upon. "I better enjoy my me time while I can. It won't last."
Breaking out the flour and necessary spices she occupied her kitchen forming dough with a rolling pin. She loved baking so this was a rare treat for her. Pie pan coated and dough formed she cleaned her apples and peeled them, cutting them into slices then strategically spreading them out in a cinnamon brown sugar sauce for the apples to flavor in their juices. After that she added a dough lid to the pie, pinching the edges together, and then carving tiny slits in the crust for the juices to breath and spill out. From there she then slid it into her preheated oven.
"There! Dessert after dessert." She giggled, "Me first, pie after they work up an appetite. Hopefully someone comes home to sample both of us."
Relaxing after cleaning up her counter top of flour Margo adjourned to the living room while the pie baked. Bottled water instead of wine for once, she felt dehydrated. "Lord I need to get in a run today but I just feel lazy. I'm entitled to take a day off now and then. After all I sweat off five pounds a day fucking the boys."
Sitting there many things ran through her mind. Trying to block out her fears of any upcoming conversation with Elliot she turned on the TV and caught an episode of Dancing with the Stars. "That's something I haven't done in awhile. Ballroom dancing used to be so much fun when Darryl was still here."
Flipping channels she then found the movie Roadhouse with Patrick Swayze, country music and more dancing. "That has to be a sign. I want to go dancing. Question is can the boys find time to take me? Maybe they can bring dates so I can really cut a rug. Shoot! Nobody is even old enough to get served alcohol. Well, Maria is if Cabot invites her. Of course, I'll be dancing at that party the boys are throwing out back, but that's belly dancing. As long as there's at least a day between the two I should be fine. I'll ask them."
Curled up on her sectional watching Swayze kick ass, her cell pinged. Looking at it she held her breath, "Elliot!" Reading his text he told her that his friend Farouk aka Fuk had bought all her pictures and he broke bank. Fidgeting at what she did for him compiled with the new knowledge of what he'd done to her she felt like retaliating but chose the better part of parenting. Forgive and forget. Forgive at best.
"I'm happy he enjoyed me." She typed back, "We really need to skype someday soon Elliot. I miss my baby boy."
"I can make time tonight before Giselle gets here. She's coming to hang out with me in my dorm room. Yep! Sneaking in. LOL!" He wrote back.
"Don't get into trouble. I can't bail you out way over here." He being in France, she in the state of Pennsylvania in the United States. Looking at her grandfather clock for the current time she calculated when best to fire up her laptop later, coinciding with his schedule she shrugs then texts him back. "It's 10:30 AM here now so what time do you suggest on your end?"
"8:00 Francois time, so 3:00 your time. I'll text you if it's any later."
"Okay! I miss you baby boy." She pouts a moment. No matter what he had done to her it was impossible to hold a grudge. Her son regardless of not being blood was still the only son she knew. Although his friends living with her often called her Mom she was more their sex toy slave, of that she thrived. Fitting her current lifestyle they were perfect. Perhaps someday she might get remarried to another more logical male but that was not even in the cards right now. A normal relationship would likely be boring. Blame Darryl!
"Miss you too Mom. Oh, Farouk told me to tell you salam 'aleikum helwa. He had to spell that for me. LOL!"
"What does it mean? Egyptian correct?"
"Yepper! It means hello beautiful."
"Oh my! Tell him thank you." He did just that on his end also telling Farouk my slave says thank you Sir. Farouk grinned and brought up the pictures he purchased from Elliot to surmise Margo's true beauty. On Elliot's end Fuk as they nicknamed him told Elliot, "I would possess your slave for one week. Name your price."
As Margo awaited further texts Elliot sat back in his desk chair and dropped his jaw, "Seriously?"
"Yes. I must..." Farouk hides his embarrassment a bit, "I must lose my virginity to your slave."
"Whoaaa!" Elliot became speechless, he knew the feeling, his own Mother having taken his virginity without even knowing it. She did now Elliot. Busted without the nut Buddy! Well, back then yes, but not now. "Let me...think about that?"
"Yes of course! If I may...my birthday is in two weeks. I will be 20."
"Right! Plenty of time. Problem is my slave is over 6,000 miles away. I'm not a rich guy Fuk."
"I will pay handsomely for her week of ownership. This includes her travels. My Father has a private plane I will send it to America for her."
"Holy shit! Uhhh? Wow! Mind blown here Buddy."
"You may as they say...name your price."
"Cool million?" Elliot jested expecting the young man to roll his eyes.
"By cool, I presume you mean one million American dollars?"
"Sure!" Certainly Fuk would tell him that was too much.
"Agreed!" A hand is extended out of friendship. Elliot dropped his jaw, yet again.
"I should have said two mill." He chuckled.
"I will up my offer by two hundred thousand." Afraid to tell Fuk no and never hear such and offer again Elliot cracks his knuckles as if mulling it over.
"Million three you have a deal. Conditions though. She must not be hurt. I'd hate to have to give you a black eye." He chuckled.
"You do know I have bodyguards that can give you a black eye right back?"
"Ouch! Right! Done!" A handshake extended the deal was sealed. Watching Farouk grow a vivid smile and share enthusiasm Elliot felt he sold his Mother's soul to the Devil. As Farouk leaves Elliot received another text from Margo. "Elliot? Are you still here? I need to check my apple pie."
"Yeah! Sorry Mom! Fuk just...threw me...maybe us...a deal I don't think we can refuse."
"Oh? Do we now have a camel to eat our lawn?"
"That's racist Mom." Elliot still laughed, it was kind of humorous, something he himself might say.
"It was not meant to be. You know how I like humps." She giggled.
"Long necks too." He sent a tongue razzing emoji.
"Mmmm! We should not be talking this way young man."
"You just sent me video and naked pics. Come on Mom, we don't need to act like it's wrong."
"What is this offer? More pictures?"
"Ummm?" He dreaded telling her expecting a HELL NO!!! "Well...it's a large sum of money. Not pics or video exactly, I guess he might take some."
On her end Margo cocked an eye brow, she certainly could use money these days. Never expecting exactly how much Elliot would tell her she pondered, "Take some? Is Elliot eluding that I meet with Farouk... in person? Oh my Goodness!" Her heart jumped, "With my Bed & Breakfast idea I could use any step up financially. It's only video probably. I can do that for Elliot. Of course after he finds out I know about his secret stash up in the treehouse he might panic and clam up on me. Let's hear him out." She nods and texts, "How much money?"
"Half a million." Elliot fired back, not wanting to give her every cent, on his end saying, "Still gives me 700,000. Winning the Lottery here if I'm lucky." Evil he was.
Eying his texted amount her eyes bulged and she sat up from her sofa. Smelling her pie she hurried to the kitchen, breasts swirling in her rush. Pot holder in one hand she took the dessert out of her oven, the edges were darker than she had hoped but it was done. Sitting it on her oven top she stared at the pie. "Oh, Elliot! Apple of my eye...that's a lot of dough." Giggling she texted back with, "He must be playing games with you Elliot. Let's talk tonight through Skype and you can ask him to be there with you. I will talk to him face to face."
