Late afternoon gave way to boredom. Margo Needy was going stir crazy being alone all day since the boys had all gone off to work. Tense after her earlier workout regimen she was ready for a much-needed pampering. Killing time dusting and neatening things around her home was winding down. Laundry done and put away she was running out of ideas. Taking time to sit down and relax in her front room she opted to send her son a text saying, "I miss you." It took Elliot ten minutes to reply back, "Miss you too Mom." Knowing it to be very early over in Paris, it shocked her that he even replied. A smile made her risk more texting. Taking an innocent selfie of a warm smile she types, "Sorry if I woke you."
Moments later he replies, "I was already awake. Had homework I needed to proofread." That led her to offer him a way out, "Should I let my handsome genius go?" He answered with a humorous, "LOL! It's cool. Are you getting along with the guys?"
Eyes flaring, she whispers with a cat like purr, "Fabulously." Then types, "Brian's brother Jeffrey came out last night. Doesn't he look like Superman?" She recalls him fucking her really hard after sneaking into her room posing as his brother. "Man of Steel indeed! Billow that cape! Too funny! Now I'm picturing Brian pulling my sheet off me like a tablecloth. The sheet is Superman's cape."
"He better not be trying anything. I'll Lex Luthor his ass. LOL!" Elliot threatened amusingly.
"He was a gentleman." Elliot need not know the truth. "All of the boys are very...helpful."
"Uh-huh!" He sends a rolling eyes emoji.
"You wanted them here to help keep me company young man. They are doing just that." Her next text sent, she fans herself giggling, "Thank you Elliot." She would be forever grateful for her son suggesting it. He had to know the boys would eventually hit on her. For all she truly knew he might have instigated it. Hearing of Elliot's crush on her from all of them, including his videoing her masturbating gave her suspicions. Why would he do that? A young boy's angst was her only conclusion. What did bother her was he being her son, although only on paper, he adopted. As far as Margo knew she and her late husband Darryl had kept their sex life from Elliot. Yet, he obviously had his own desires for Mom. It was disturbingly cute.
"So, nobody's tried anything?" He digs.
"They flirt. Nothing too extreme. Whistles mostly. I'm not worried Elliot." She types adding, "How is your friend Farouk?"
"He's cool. He still thinks that video you sent was for him. LOL!"
"I should never have done that. Can you forgive me?"
"It was weird, but I don't mind."
"I don't know what came over me. I was so embarrassed after I sent it."
"No sweat Mom. I wasn't mortified. LOL!"
"How could you not be? I'm your mother, I should not be doing things like that."
"Probably not, but I'm not mad, hurt, or embarrassed of you. I love you, Mom."
"I love you too Elliot. More than life."
"I better get this homework read before I have to get my shower. Skype here soon when I find time?"
"Absolutely."
"Night Mom. Tell the guys I said hey."
"Bye Elliot." A kissing smiley face ended their talk. "Why didn't I ask his thoughts on my Bed & Breakfast idea? There's time still." She fidgets before being startled by her doorbell. Hesitant, being alone miles out in the mountains she worries who might be way out here. Hopping up she straightens her thin peach colored silk charmeuse slip, that hid very little, gritting her teeth at not having a robe to put on in just these strange cases. Going to the door she peeks through the peephole to see a man in his mid to late 30's with a receding hairline. Utilizing an intercom system beside the door she says, "May I help you?"
"Hi! I'm Eric's dad, Dale. I finally found time in my schedule to fix that ceiling fan."
"Oh, hello Dale. Ummm! I wasn't expecting anyone until much later in the evening. I'm a bit underdressed."
"Bad time?"
"Nooo! Eric needs that fan working. Are you shy?"
"Not really. I can give you time to go get dressed."
Grimacing she just unlocks and opens the door, leaning behind it. "I'm dressed, just not appropriately. If you can cope I can."
"Not a problem. Margo, right?"
"Yes." She opens the door all the way and lets him see her entire body, her nipples shredding the silk, cleavage rivaling the Poconos. Long legs freshly shaven said hello from her thigh gap down. Extending a hand, he shakes hers gently, his eyes trying hard to behave.
"My boy said you were a looker. I guess I should have helped him move his bed a few days back. I was pretty busy. Glad Brian helped him haul that out. Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine. I can see where Eric gets his good looks." She winks then ushers him in, "Please come on in. I'll show you to Eric's room." Closing the door behind them she takes the lead as he follows behind her with his tools. Without modesty Margo wiggled her way up the stairs, her ass cheeks fluttering into view with each step, one cheek or the other all the way up as if winking at him. Certainly, no panties. Dale Crowe was already sweating hard, not from the 80-degree temp either. He was going to have a long talk with his son over this landlady. All good.
"Right over here Dale. Do you need a ladder?" She opens Eric's bedroom door to reveal the ceiling height. Examining the room first he looks to the ceiling fan. The room was larger than he predicted, this well-kept mansion being old.
"Stepstool?" He settled.
"I'll be right back." She smiles and leaves him behind. As soon as she rounds the doorway, Dale eases silently to the door watching her walk down the hall toward the upstairs laundry room. At the door inside she bends over to pick some lint off the floor, in doing so Dale saw her bare ass, clam shining bright. He had to hiss at her perfection. No wonder his son wanted to live here. Hell, Dale might leave his wife and rent a room. Deciding to duck back in before she returned Dale unpacked a screwdriver to dismantle the outer casing of the fan.
"Here we go Dale." Margo enters with a three-step stool, unfolding it for him.
"That works. How old is this house?"
"Well over 100 years old. My husband had it remodeled during his early Coaching career."
"I recall ole' Darryl. Big fan back in the day."
"Eric did tell me you were. When you're done, I'll let you see his trophy room. Tons of memorabilia in there."
"Sounds great. Sorry to hear about his passing a few years back."
"Not quite at three years yet but thank you Dale. I miss him."
"I went to school at Penn State when he played ball. Met him at a frat party one time ever."
"Oh? Do tell." She was eager to hear of his younger days before they married.
"Party animal for sure. Girls..." He hesitates.
"All over him? I've heard."
"Yeah, Big man on campus does that."
"Knowing Darryl as I did, I'm far from shocked. Why do you think he chose me? 20 years younger than he was."
"You look in your twenties still."
"Aww! Thank you, Dale. I feel young. Wait! If you went to school with him, you must be older than you look."
"Hit 50 yeah, I'm a lot older than my wife Georgia too. I guess Darryl and I had that in common. I bet living with four boys still in their party stage is something."
"I haven't noticed them being to heavily into partying, other than the one they threw my son Elliot before he went off to Paris, France."
"Eric told me that. Genius IQ and all. You must be proud of him."
"I am. I truly hope he makes a name for himself someday."
"Man, it's hot in here." He wipes his forehead on his shirt.
"I wish I could turn the AC on, but you would not believe the power bill when I do. We were paying in the upwards of $1,000 a month in the summer. With money tight I dare not turn it on. I do feel bad for the boys having to endure this hotbox."
"Like a sauna in here."
"Strange that I have an unused sauna in the basement." She giggles, "I really only use it in the winter months."
"Sweat enough without that. No wonder you stay fit." He smirks.
"You noticed."
"No offense Margo, but a guy has to be blind not to notice you."
"Good eyesight must run in your family." She winks.
"I better get at this fan. I doubt it's a wire it's probably just ran its lifespan. Reason I asked how old the home is, I was curious because these old Victorian homes are usually on their original wiring. I'm guessing when your husband had it remodeled, he probably updated the wiring."
"Truthfully, I don't know if he did. I would hope he had but he was focused on the cosmetic to make it beautiful."
"Beautiful you are...I meant to say it is." He blushes lowering his eyelids at his mistake.
"No reason to blush Dale. Thank you and thank you again. I should probably go get dressed, I'm distracting you."
"A pleasant distraction you are. I'm fine with what you're wearing, just don't tell my wife."
"What would Eric say should he come home and see me wearing so little in front of his Father?" She beguiles him with dazzling eyes.
"I'd hope he'd say, you go Dad." He chuckles.
"That does sound like Eric." She watches him climb the stepstool and begin removing the mounting screws. Margo did notice a nice big bulge in the man's slacks. Her wiles were always designed to intensify circulation. Thinking of Dale, she did turn on Eric's pedestal fan for a slight breeze. He grinned down at her.
"Doesn't help much does it?" He grins.
"Not even going nude helps." She grits her teeth, "I guess I shouldn't have said that."
"Kinda hard doing that living with four boys isn't it?"
"Very." Not at all!
"Mind if I ask...you wear things like this around them? Not a guilt trip." He laughs dropping the mounting beneath the fan's interior.
"I get away with it on occasion. They're all very respectful of me." Lies, all lies.
"Forgive me when I say I know the Hancock boys. I rather doubt that. I've known their dad Bruno since we were kids ourselves. All hellions. Even his daughter Lucy."
"I haven't met Bruno. The boys should invite all of their families out for a cookout one of these days."
"Not bringing my wife near you." He laughs, "She'd be grabbing our earlobes and dragging us to the car. Eric's mom is a bible thumper these days. She gave up on us long ago, not even our daughter Lily goes to church with her. Good woman but you have to walk a razors edge around her. Mind holding the light fixture?" He carefully lowers the bulbs and globes into her possession. He did notice her micro thin shoulder straps drooping over her shoulders allowing her silky charmeuse to slip down some, only massive breasts kept it held up. Those nipples were as good as any coat hanger.
"Well, then maybe a father, son get together." She bats her lashes playfully, holding the light array at arm's length away from her chest to avoid getting dust on herself. This being Eric's room he should be the one to clean it.
"Grill out some steaks and have a few beers with our boys? Sounds like a fine plan." He uses a wire tester on the power source in the fan then growls, "Power to it. I'm guessing it's just a burnt-out motor. I'll buy a new fan for him; he can leave it when he moves out. They're pretty cheap."
"Well, we could transplant the fan from my son's bedroom until you can get back out here with a new one. If you don't mind taking the time to switch them out. I know it works because when we discovered this one not working, I tested all of the bedroom fans."
