"My first ever real party."
Elliot Needy was stoked. It wasn't so much a surprise party, yet many surprises were in store for Margo Needy's future world traveler. His close friends Brian, Cabot, Eric, and Heath had gone to great lengths to make it memorable. Mostly for them. They had been somewhat playing the young prodigy over the last two years in order to infiltrate his life at home. At first it was to meet his celebrity coach and adopted Father Darryl Needy, but shortly before they truly had the opportunity, Darryl was killed in a violent car crash. That left an emotionally grieving widow of epic proportions.
Margo Needy, herself somewhat famous in her barely legal younger days as a supermodel on the runway, was their top reason for even befriending Elliot. They wanted that sexy bitch bad. Whatever it took they ran the gauntlet, from not just striking up a friendship with Elliot but to console the goddess mom. That was not easy. Margo stayed to herself quite a bit over that year, yet did show her appreciation of their concern for her son. It wasn't until recently as her son's destiny changed that she discovered her desires to live again, included the four boys of nineteen years of age. A slow flirtation began her quest. The end result so far, was allowing Elliot to talk her into renting out bedrooms to the quartet of testosterone. Probably a huge mistake. She knew it was yet anticipated it just the same. Truthfully, looking forward to it.
"You can run out and join your friends by the fire pit. I'll be out later. Enjoy yourself Elliot."
"Awesome. I love you mom." Elliot hugs Margo tightly. Having just stepped out of her relaxing shower she was still wet and wrapped in a thin towel. Nothing new to Elliot yet devious in his own right, he tried to ignore just how hot his Mom was. NOT! He simply kept a poker face. Being adopted, certain sensations had activated years ago that he tried to hide from her. While not stepping over any lines that she was aware of, she still being his Mom legally on paper, he had a quite the crush on her. Nothing that he ever expressed directly at least to her face. Now behind her back that was a different story. He certainly wasn't above beating off around her when she was oblivious. He was pretty darn good at deception. It was better not to disrupt his happy home.
"I love you as well, now shoo! So, I can get dressed and beautify myself."
"Who are you trying to impress?" He chuckles after kissing her cheek, slyly staring down at her busty cleavage, her towel slipping lower to nearly an areola reveal. She was never one to be shy even though she was not instigating either.
"No one. You know me, I never slack on my appearance. I just can't."
"I know. I hope the guys don't embarrass me tonight."
"You know they will. They adore you and you're heading out into the world to make a name for yourself. These next six months will be an adventure. Studying with reknowned Professors in Paris France. I envy you, France is beautiful. It's too bad that the Cathedral of Notre Dame burned down. It was stunning." She sighs, "Speaking of stunning... GO ALREADY. So I can be equally as stunning."
"As if you aren't already. See you later."
"Oh! Drink slowly."
"I doubt I'm going to get drunk on Pepsi, Mom." He rolls his eyes.
"I allowed beer and hard stuff, as long as no one drives drunk."
"WHAAAAT?" Elliot dropped his jaw, "No way."
"Way! Please do not make me have to baby you all day tomorrow. Don't overdo it."
"You're the best."
"Of course, I am." She winks with a sheepish grin while adjusting her towel a tad for comfort, "I'm the best at everything I do."
One more ecstatic hug he clings to her like a second skin. So tightly that her slightly looser towel slipped even further, undiscovered until he lets go and steps back. Sliding a bit too much that pesky areola offered a thin hint of majesty, tits nearly fell into view, the rest of her backside uncovered. Catching her towel as it slips away Elliot took note of her curves from around the towel now only covering her full frontal. The sides of her were totally in view.
"Sorry mom." He looks but grits his teeth at the accident, seeing her full backside in her dresser mirror. Pointing with awe his vision just could not look away.
"GO!" She giggles, eyes narrowing at his linger. Not the first time but not something she thrived on exhibiting.
"GONE!" Out the bedroom door he went. Was it wrong of her to drop the towel to the floor before he was even all the way out of the room? Walking naked to her door she shuts it. A chill cascaded over her in that moment. What possessed her to do that? "I blame you, Darryl!" She giggled and spoke to her late husband, wherever he might linger.
Shaking off the chill by rubbing her biceps vigorously she snatched up her towel and dried herself thoroughly. Blow drying her hair and brushing it out her gorgeous brown locks returned to their former glory. Perfume, make up, and ruby red lipstick applied, she was ready to decide her attire. Normally she would be a day ahead in that decision making. Not today.
At her panty drawer she sifted for what felt promising. Fidgeting over choices she recalls the possibility that Brian Hancock had snooped into this very same drawer. Goosebumps rushed over her entire body at picturing him sniffing her panties, or worse. Had he touched any of them with his cock? Surely not. Her hormones were already on high alert.
"Stop thinking like this Margo." She closes her eyelids while taking a deep breath and holding it. "Those phone calls yesterday from all four of the boys confirmed a bit of my suspicions. They are so going to be trouble living out here with me." She sighs heavily releasing imprisoned oxygen. "Is that a bad thing?" She smiles teasing her nipples. "At least Elliot won't be here to see me shamelessly teasing his friends. I just need to not let things go too far. Good lord! I've been alone way too long." Deadly visions of seduction were creeping over her sensibilities. Of both they seducing her, and she them. "STOP IT THIS INSTANT."
Choosing a pair of black lace bra and panties she slips her long sexy, muscular legs through the latter pulling them up. Standing there holding the bra she frowns at it. With her surgically perfected 40D's begging her to forego the bra she ended up putting it back into the drawer. "Why do I even own a bra? I hate wearing them, but they do look very, very sexy when worn. I just can't hide what I'm proud of." She lifts her eyes as if to Heaven, "Thank you Darryl for my most amazing gifts. I miss you."
From there she went to her walk-in closet which was half the size of an already huge Master bedroom. She explored her hundreds of outfits, dawning on her that she had mentioned belly dancing she located her two dancing outfits. Trying them on with all of their clanging bangles she shook her tits just to hear the dancing jewelry. It made her wet as hell. The hip hugging skirt covering her black panties was a horrendous sight. Panties just ruined the effect. Scowling she removed her panties and explored the look in her mirror without them.
"What did I agree too? Wearing this will get me raped." She giggles. "I can't wear this in front of Elliot. Although he has seen me belly dance out by the pool a number of times since we adopted him. I'd think the sight of his friends..." She shivers at invisible eyes, "...and their friends would traumatize Elliot. I better not." She grits her teeth, "I want too though. Oh my God! Okay... cease and desist Margo." She flutters her fingers to expel the stress, hearing the coin like bangles clattering, mystically enticing her to give in to its own seductive atmosphere. "I'll bag it and change out there if I decide to risk it. If Elliot is alright that I dance, I will put it on. Dare I say it, I hope he gets drunk and falls asleep. I wouldn't feel so slutty then." One last shiver makes her smile, "I do like acting slutty. Again, I blame how I am on you Darryl."
Removing the outfit, she realizes how hot it was in her closet with no air flow around her. It was stagnant. Sweat was already overcoming her. Packing the outfit in a purse she sits it aside and prepares to search for her clothing selection. Her favorite colors were white and purple, she chose white, knowing the glow in the dark aspect could be found anywhere she hid away. Her dress was called a Racerback Crotchet cover up. Lace from just below the armpit down past her ribs. Her tanned flesh easily visible behind the thin lace. Lace also led down her back to nearly her butt crack but not quite. Thin straps on her silky shoulders held it up while the cleavage busted outward revealing a healthy dose of 40D succulence. The dresses skirt drifted just past her upper thighs and butt cheeks. Any unexpected bends and that skirt was climbing high.
"Too sexy?"
She twists in step in front of her mirrors and notes her nipples stabbing at the solid white material over her chest, it was a soft cotton as if a t-shirt might feel. Certainly, comfortable in this heat. With fingers paused over her lips she stares at her reflection. Her gorgeous legs expressing how sensual she wanted to be, she ran her hands down over her body until reaching the hemline of her skirt.
"I look delicious. Do I wear this? I know Elliot will worry that everyone will be staring. Should I change into something more conservative?" She pinches at her skirt in front of her and realizes that she had removed her panties. "I can't go out there without... can I? Should I? If Darryl were here, I guarantee I would, he would enforce it to show me off. I'll just take a pair and put them in my purse. At least it's breezy outside tonight so things won't be so miserable." Giving in she surveyed her shoes. Wanting to wear heels to be even sexier until realization that the walk out to the pit would be rough, she just went with sandals. She would likely kick off her shoes once out there, anyway, so why ruin her goddess heels. Right?
Gathering her things, she shut out her lights and made her way downstairs. From her foyer she heard what sounded like motorcycles. "What in the world?" Opening her front door, she discovered a pair of ATV's darting about with headlights on high beam. The activity made her smile. On the back of one of them sat Elliot with a boy she had never met. A very healthy young man in a tank top and shorts, ballcap backwards on his head. The other ATV driver was riding solo, in the darkness she couldn't quite make out who he was. As she began her stroll the ATV's caught up to her shining their lights on her backside. Both vehicles came to a slow halt behind her as she hears, "Mom?"
