Eric takes Margo to the Bank. Might as well be the Sperm Bank. Everyone wants to make a deposit.
*
"Writing out bills?"
"Going over my finances." Margo lays her chin on her knuckles while peering at her computer monitor. "I really want to turn the central air on, I'm tired of sweating in places I never imagined I could perspire. I'm just so afraid to with this old house, when Darryl was alive the power bills were astronomical. Even with the $1,800.00 you boys are paying me, it scares me to indulge. I'll need every penny for property taxes next year."
"I wish I could offer more but paying you $450 plus my car payment, gas, and food I'm stretched pretty thin."
"I understand that Eric. I'm not asking for more rent. I'm just happy to have you four here fulltime. For more than money's sake." She smirks, "I'm thoroughly enjoying my sex life."
"So are we." He chuckles, "I'm heading into Wildwood to buy a few groceries. Need anything?"
"Everything. My pantry is empty. Maybe I should rent the pantry space out too."
"There is a solution to that Margo. There are rooms in this mansion that could be turned into living space."
"Rent more rooms out? I don't know. Cabot suggested I turn the house into a bed and breakfast. While that sounds like a viable option that would mean I lose you four as tenants. There simply isn't enough bedrooms."
"What about the attic? I noticed you keep it locked."
"No. The attic is off limits. I store...things up there. Very personal things that I won't get rid of."
"Ah! Darryl's stuff."
"Darryl's and mine."
"How about the loft over that eight car garage? It's massive. Hell, I'd live up there. Room for all four of us if need be."
"It does have heat and a full bath up there. I might consider that." She pops her neck trying to get comfortable after sitting too long at her desk. Noting her discomfort Eric steps behind her to rub her neck and shoulders. Wearing one of her off the shoulder dresses that barely clung to her chest she exhales an extravagant sigh of tension fleeing her body. "I love how you boys always come to my rescue."
"We love ya Margo." He kisses her cheek while continuing his massage.
"You know...I haven't set foot in Wildwood since Darryl's funeral. Would you object to my riding along? I could use some fresh air."
"One condition." He pauses as she awaits his decision.
"Yes?"
"You wear that microthin sundress that you came to the bonfire in. Stiletto heels."
"Mmmm! In the sunlight it's nearly sheer."
"When wet it's totally sheer." He laughs.
"That was a bit overwhelming when you boys dumped ice water over Elliot and I. In front of all of those...men."
"They liked it."
"I know this."
"So did you."
"I liked that they saw me all wet and clingy?"
"Admit it."
"Of course I did. That alone convinced me to belly dance for them...mostly you. It was your suggestion after all."
"And, what went through your mind when all of our friends saw you all wet?"
"How wet I was elsewhere." She giggles patting his hand on her shoulder.
"What about when you stripped out of that dress, using the four of us as a human wall to change into your belly dancing outfit?"
"Truthfully? I expected the four of you to expose me. You surprised me by standing firm."
"Was not easy." He sighs heavily, "I wanted to look."
"I would not have been mad if you had looked."
"What would you have done if we had jumped away and let the party see you naked?"
"I don't know. Smile? Panic? Belly dance nude?" She shivers laughing about it. "Of course, if I had done that then I could never have seduced you boys one at a time like I did. Things would have gone quite differently, don't you think?"
"Probably so. What if the guys at the party had stripped you naked?"
"Eric? I really don't think I would have done any of that if I didn't believe you four wouldn't have saved me."
"What if we had just let them strip you?"
"Then I suppose I would have belly danced in the nude."
"Up close and personal?"
"Of course."
"Everyone groping you?"
"Eric? If you're trying to turn me on it's working."
"Answer me."
"Yes. I would have let them all touch me."
"Everywhere?"
"Yes."
"Would you have touched them?"
"I believe so." She swiveled in her chair to face him and palms his crotch, "Eric? Yes, I would have considered fucking some of them."
"Just some?"
"I'll plead the fifth."
"Tell me."
"As many of them that would have wanted me I suppose."
"That would have been all of them."
"Would you have liked to have seen me fuck them all?"
"Raise my rent if I said FUCK YEA?"
"No. Maybe we should consider another bonfire and test my ambition." She rubs his balls through his sweats.
"You'd do it again?"
"As long as you don't tell your friends that I would be so easy. Let it happen naturally."
"Like how you suckered all four of us into thinking only one of us got you without the others knowing the truth."
"Precisely. It's more fun to rile them up and let things just...happen."
"Okay, you've really gotta stop fondling me."
"You don't want me?" She pouts with a puffed lower lip.
"You know I do. I just need to get to town and get things done. Should I drop you by your bank so you can deposit our rent?"
"Yes, I was going to ask that of you. I think what I'll do is give you boys..."
"MEN!"
"You MEN! I can't help myself. As I was saying, I think I'll give each of you deposit slips and just let you deposit the rent on the first of each month. I can do the rest of my banking from home."
"Sounds like a plan Mom." He sticks his tongue out at her, "Just like I can't help calling you Mom on occasion. Besides, we're in Wildwood most every day." Her hand still cupped his balls, her eyes sparkling with lust.
"Fuck it. SUCK MY COCK SLUT."
"If you denied me I would have been very disappointed."
Pulling his sweats lower, his behemoth cock pops free, bobbing in front of her. Easing him back she slips to her knees and nurtures his erection with both hands before swallowing him nearly whole. He was shocked just how much of his mighty seven she took in. Bug eyed and beet red she gagged and fought for ten minutes, until he shot his mother load down her throat.
"Daaaamn you suck a mean cock."
"I'm a perfectionist." She wipes saliva on her wrist as he helps her to her feet. "I adore giving blowjobs."
"Let's go get changed. Wear that dress, no underwear."
"Stiletto heels might look tacky in that dress."
"You choose. You were the fashion model."
"Barefoot?" She wiggles her brows.
"Might not let you into the grocery store. Or, the bank for that matter."
"Do you really think they would turn me away for not wearing shoes?"
"Worth a shot."
"Worth many shots." She sticks her tongue out at him, as he had earlier.
"Let's stop by Kinison Park and fuck right out in the open."
"I'll bring a picnic blanket." She sheepishly grins with a cheek on her shoulder, lashes batting playfully for his imagination to envision people walking around that might see them.
"One more thing..."
"Yes?"
"Don't you think you should drive one of Darryl's cars before they go bad just sitting? I know Elliot went out and started them so the batteries never went..." He locks up not wanting to use the wrong word and depress her.
"Dead? Like my late husband? I'm not so easily offended Eric. Speak your mind."
"Alright! I just think the cars need to be driven. Just like you do."
"Because you want to be seen in a sports car? With a beautiful woman by your side?"
"Guilty on both parts."
"Which car?"
"Convertible Corvette?"
"Have we looked to see how much gas is in it?"
"Good point. I can scrounge up $20 for gas."
"Enough to get there and back. Wind in my hair sounds exciting."
"My hands in your hair sounds really good."
"Tug hard Handsome Eric."
"At the park. Loud as fuck Bitch."
"Make me loud or I refuse." She razzes him.
"Bitch I'm gonna tear that pussy up."
"Promises, promises. I'll believe it when I feel it." She turns away slyly and wiggles from her office toward her bedroom. On her way down the hall that dress came off and she shuffled nude the rest of the way. Eric Crowe nearly busted another nut. That Cougar certainly knew how to prowl.