Cougar House Ep. 004: VICTORY LAP

"Did I not tell you this bitch was smoking hot, Bro?" Brian excitedly reassures Jeff.

"I'd fuck her. A couple hundred times even."

"Give us time to work our magic you just might get to." Cabot grins.

"You should have come to the party." Heath chimes in, "She lost her belly dancing skirt. So awesome."

"She's certainly... friendly. Wonder if she would rent me a closet to live in." Jeff chuckles.

Brian puckers at the option. "Your lease is coming up. We can hint around after we get on her good side."

"We can work on that but for now we stick to our plan." Cabot directs the group.

A unified, "Right." confirms their dedication to doing this scam perfectly.

"I'll go in and help Elliot bring his bags down." Heath sprints toward the house and enters just in time to see Margo and Elliot on their way down. Seeing Heath, Elliot scowls.

"Now you show up."

"Sorry Bro. Let me grab that duffle." Stealing it he wags his eyebrows at Margo. Merely smiling she attempted to contain her reaction. Instead choosing to follow the boys out. Locking up the house she joins everyone at the truck. Suicide doors open on both sides the boys begin climbing in. Elliot, after he and Heath had put his luggage in the truck bed entered on the driver's side. Heath took the middle meeting Cabot, Eric on Cabot's right, Elliot on the driver's side door. Once settled in Brian shuts the back door on him.

With only Margo and Jeff on the ground he opts to assist her inside. Brian raced around the front to watch as she teetered on the step side in her heels. Falling forward over Eric, her palm caught his crotch to maintain balance. His sweats bulging high beneath her touch. In his mind all she had to do was curl her fingers and his hand job would be a success. Blushing she apologized continuing her ascent. She was certainly not sorry. Jeff and Brian get a healthy look up her skirt to discover a G-string band lost between tight cheeks. Amid her fall they were lucky to see a white clam from behind. The brothers expressed favorable nods and shared fist bumps.

"Good lord. How do you boys get into this thing?" She giggles knowing the brothers had seen her bare bottom, possibly more. Her gaze maintained on those in the truck, the boys already eying her cleavage with a hopeful expectation. Elliot who was realizing what a hangover was closed his eyes and lowered his sunglasses. Head hung low he couldn't have cared less what troubles his mother was experiencing.

"It takes time, but we always manage." Eric laughs. He meant getting inside Margo. They all fantasized of tagging Miss Gadot's clone. Cabot held her hand until she could safely enter and crawl over their laps. Choosing Cabot she sits down, discovering a healthy erection beneath his own comfy sweatpants. Eyes sparkling, she looks over her shoulder at Cabot and smiles. He knew that she knew he wasn't wearing underwear. Looking around her Margo discovered that only Elliot had jeans on. She hadn't noticed before now that everybody else was wearing either long sweats or cut off short sweats. It became blatantly obvious none of them had underwear on. Within her expressionless thoughts she achieved an eager, "Mmm!" Fanning herself under pressure she settles over Cabot and rests back against his chest. He put his arms around her waist and sighed over her shoulder.

"Kind of crammed in here Margo. I'm going to have to put my arms around you."

"That's to be expected." His hands lower to her hips, fingers lightly gripping her. She trembled looking left at Elliot to see if he caught on to their mischief. He was clueless playing a handheld video game as best as he could under the brightness. Earplugs in with music blaring he couldn't even hear a word anyone said. He was defying the slight hangover to the best of his ability.

Margo wiggled over Cabot's lap for better comfort. He was hard already. "Perfect!" She shivered, "Brian... air conditioning please."

As Jeff gets in and shuts his door he turns to look back at Margo. Her legs forced apart to each side of Cabot's, offering him a ground zero look at her G-string. She knew he was checking her out and pleasantly put her hands in her lap to hide herself, not wanting him to think she was doing it on purpose. Of course, she was. Her bashful grin said it all. A wink on his part he turned around.

"This is going to be a long ride." She hears Eric say.

Cabot places his chin on her shoulder whispering in her ear, "We might need to play musical laps Margo. Our legs are going to fall asleep."

"Understood. I took some muscle relaxers last night. If I nod off just wake me up." No way were they going to wake her if that happened. Even Margo contemplated feigning slumber just to see what they might pull.

Brian starts the engine, then the air conditioning blew directly at Margo through the opening between seats. She tensed up at the sudden chill, "Oh my! That feels lovely. Thank you, Brian."

"Anything for you, Landlady." He looks at her in his rearview mirror. She could see his eyes looking back in his reflection. They were directed at her chest. She smiled, primping at her cleavage for fun and tried to relax. Seconds later they were on the road. The stretch of gravel road leading them out was bumpy. She was tossed about just as she imagined she might be. Luckily, Cabot held her firmly, his arms encircling her waist, fingers fanning lower over her thighs pressing her skirt down to literally touch her lower abdomen. She sighed and remained calm, loving his tempting compression. Reaching asphalt, the roads intersected, and Brian took a left. Even the better road was bumpy. She remained in Cabot's lap for thirty minutes. His erection moving about under her made her incredibly wet, so wet she worried that she herself might stain his grey sweats. He was in Heaven. What worried him was jizzing without even touching himself.

Switching off to Eric's lap he made certain that she wasn't sitting on her skirt. She feigned ignorance even though she knew her entire bare bottom was on his swollen erection. Eric had dared to peel his sweats down just enough that his thick crown was out from under the waistband and allowed her to sit on his cock, skin to skin. She knew! Sticky flesh, warm, and throbbing was hard to miss, did she react negatively? No! Let them think she was naïve. "God yes!" She contained her thrill. Her fantasy had come true. She made certain to let his cock mold along her butt crack. Reacting as if seeking comfort, she encouraged his sweats even lower just using her butt movements. Four inches of seven was right up against her and he was looking to Cabot mouthing his awe. Curling up between her cheeks it was certainly hard to miss. Still, she played it off and used her cell to bide her time.

Another thirty minutes found Elliot asleep leaning his head on the door. Margo drowsy herself was encouraged over to Heath's seat, Eric hiding his manhood before being seen, even though his skin peeled from hers with an erotic stimulation to both individuals. Shared respect between Eric and Cabot was all nods.

In her movement Cabot lifted her skirt without her notice to let them get a good look at her ass. Eric snapped a pic of it with his cell. In her adjusted seating, her hands found Heath's leg near his own serious hard on. Awkwardly she climbed over Cabot's leg, her cleavage dangling low offering Heath a look down her dress. In her struggle Cabot reached to his own lap and tugged his sweats down revealing his eight-inch python wagging it at her bare ass. Again, Eric took a pic. Sneaky bastards.

'This is so difficult." She reaches Heath but felt the need to face the other boys, her back to Elliot. Lifting her legs, she stretches them out over Cabot, who had swiftly put his penis away before being busted. Her toes touching Eric's lap. "Eric? Take my heels off before I hurt you." He did so and tossed them to the floorboard. From there he observed her wiggling her toes for circulation. Heath with his arm around her waist did his best to keep her upper body aloft. "My feet are asleep." She pouts, "Eric rub them."

"I can do that." He swiftly grips one foot in both hands kneading her heel and toes separately.

"That feels lovely."

"To think we have another hour there and two more back with you in our laps." Cabot shook his head smirking.

"It could be worse." She winks, "What if I were a hundred pounds heavier instead of a meager 135?"

"35 in your boobs." Brian blurts out from the front.

"40! Watch the road young man." She recalled her fantasy. Some of it was certainly coming true. There was still time for more.

"Are your legs asleep too Margo?" Cabot hopes for a yes.

"My whole body is asleep. "She groans.

"Object?" He gravitates a hand over her knee.

"If it offers sensation again you may." She watches him rub her leg vigorously as Eric continues her foot massage. She trembled at their attentiveness. Heath holding her up recalls their hug a day earlier when her top nearly fell to her breasts. Inspiration striking him he uses his free hand, laying his arm on her cleavage to squeeze her shoulder. She cranes her neck at his good intentions. In squeezing he brushed her spaghetti strap off of her shoulder to drape over her bicep. The dress drifted slightly lower on her breast. Heath grinning at Cabot without her notice found him nodding toward her other strap. If both straps dangled it increased the chances of more skin. Risking it he moves his cradling arm up to squeeze her other shoulder. Margo was shameless, her son snoring right behind her.

Successful in wisping away her second strap her dress toppled lower until 50% of her melons were visible. She kept her eyes closed even as Cabot's rubbing moved higher to her upper thighs. She was enjoying this body massage immensely. Jeff looking back from the front seat bulged his eyes. Not wanting to be left out he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned sideways as best as he could.

"Need help?" He grins as Margo opens her eyes, lowering her chin as Heath massages her neck. Contorting a bit carefully she lifts her left leg away from Eric's foot massage and wiggles her right toes to attract him over to those. He took the bait. As tedious as it was Margo shifted her weight to lay back on Heath. Her legs widening to place her left leg between the front seats over a wide-open console, led Jeff to begin massaging her leg. Her G-string was totally in sight, even the skin above it.

"What would I do without you boys? This is heavenly." She tilted her head toward Heath and sighed. "Do NOT stop working my shoulders. Harder the better." He puts more effort into it forcing her forward a bit. Her dress dipping even lower nearly reveals both areolas. Risky she knew with Elliot behind her, but Margo was not going to cover herself. Let them see. Let them touch. As Cabot's fingers sweep gently across her panties she tenses up.

'Sorry Margo. How am I doing otherwise?"

"You sir are good with your hands. All of you are. Never stop."

Eric wondered what she might do if he lifted her leg to his shoulder. Attempting it, Cabot stared at him worried she might feel pain in the dramatic move. Easing back further against Heath his hands slipped forward over her tits. She moaned faintly, feeding that moan Jeff rolled his palm up her left leg reaching as far as he could. Two inches shy of panties. Breathing heavily, they all found themselves startled by the blaring horn of a semi.

"Brian? I said watch the road."

In the jarring Elliot woke up staring outside. Feeling him touch her with an elbow Margo quickly recalled her limbs from her admirers and sat up straight. Heath's dick mighty beneath her bottom. A fast tug at her cleavage even they were back to normal. She knew the boys were disappointed. So was she. With Elliot awake she chose to chat with him the rest of the way to the airport. How could she deny her boy?

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Arriving early, Brian found a parking spot, and everyone got out to stretch. All eyes on Margo as she put her heels on and touched her toes, popping her back. Once everyone was limber the trek through the terminal ended in a lengthy wait. It was a good thing they had Elliot's luggage to disguise their behemoth erections. Time enough to check in his luggage. It was there the boys said their goodbyes to their would-be friend. Elliot cried. Margo bawled. The boys rubbed their noses trying not to shed a tear. If they did it was fake. Good riddance nerd. Yes, inwardly the boys only cared about his mom. They hid that fact well. Boarding calls over the speaker they watched Margo and her son embrace one last time before he walked out to board the plane. Thirty minutes later Elliot was in the air and out of the way.

Brian and Cabot fist bump each other. Now the fun could officially begin. Comforting Margo, they swarm her as they had at her home when she embraced the idea of renting to them. Again, Heath finds it in him to escort her spaghetti straps from supporting her dress. In their smothering, her cleavage expanded as she bawled. The guys were only thinking of themselves, using her emotions to disguise her loss. Brian rubs her back briskly encouraging the dress to ease lower still. She had no care over it at the moment. Using his shirt to dab her eyes Cabot broke the circle, and the silence.

"Cry on my shoulder Margo. Let it all out." He meant her breasts, but it never once occurred to her anything other than her tears. As she sobs on his shoulder Heath caressed her long brown hair lovingly. To both sides of her Eric and Jeff rubbed her shoulders. "Come on Mrs. Needy let's go home."

Concealing her they led her through the terminal, her dress barely clinging to her bosom. Each step her tits bounced making the loss inevitable. Somehow, they managed to get her back to the truck with it still masking her nipples. Climbing in Jeff literally picks her up and lifts her over the laps of the boys. She sniveled and clung to Cabot shaking like a leaf, Eric lifting her legs back up in hopes to comfort her removed her shoes again. Heath behind her but offering more room now that Elliot was out of their hair, sat sideways to continue petting her goddess mane.

"Thank you for being here for me, all of you." She chokes up. All three boys in the back seat pampered her. Quietly with concern the boys resumed gentle massages. She absorbed them while processing her loss.

Engine started the trip home began. Ten minutes on the road Margo cried herself to sleep. Those pesky muscle relaxers still effective and pushed to do their job with her emotions spent. Guided to stretch out over their laps face up she lay over Heath as he cradled her head and looked at her chest. Tempted he pinches her cleavages hem and lifts it for a horizontal view of hidden nipples. He took a picture for everyone to get a look. In her stupor, hands roamed her legs again, ever so softly, Cabot lifting her skirt up so that Eric could take a picture of her G-string tightening up between her labia. Uncertain just how far to go they just pampered her legs. Heath faintly rolling his palm over her cleavage could feel her nipples on his lifeline. Her tits were magnificent.

Suddenly, she revives and whimpers, "I need to pee."

"We're on the interstate." Brian winces.

"Pull over. I'll squat in a hurry if I have too." She pleads.

Brian brakes slowly until he could pull off onto the shoulder, flashers warning those on the road of a potential living flasher. "I hope no state troopers drive by." Jeff opens both doors and assists her out. He looks both directions for safety telling her to hurry. Right in front of everyone she removes her G-string and hands it to Jeff who claimed it with an expression of awe. Squatting she pees right there on the edge of the road, cars honking at seeing her. Pretty amazing just watching her pee they thought. Every guy in the truck nodded with expectation that she wouldn't reclaim her underwear.

Finishing up Margo stands and shivers holding her hands over her chest. It was then that she realized just how low her dress was drooping. Looking it over she leaves it as it is and starts back up into the truck. In bending forward her chest lets them in on areolas. She ignored it and found Cabot's lap. Behind her Jeff admires her bare bottom, pussy damp and all. As Jeff shuts the door, she decides to curl up again over all three laps sideways this time. As she closes her eyes to try sleeping, she lets Cabot lift her skirt and rub her hip. Eric begins on her legs again. Heath was left rubbing her back, reaching out to find all of her back this time. Realizing a thin lengthy zipper on her back Heath inches it down revealing more flesh.

Four minutes later Margo fans herself dramatically, "It's so hot in here." Crawling to seat herself on Cabot's bulging sweats she closes her eyes to feel the cool air blowing from the front. In a bold move she stretches forward and lays over the console between the seats, tits crushing against it at first then drooping over it as the console maintained her tummy. The air was directly in her face now. "Yesssssssss! Massage me." She needed pampering as her heavy eyes could hardly keep open.

To her right Jeff looked up at Brian and tossed him her G-string. After a swift inhale of them he dangles the string over his rearview mirror and let them hang. Jeff then went to work rubbing her bare shoulders. Brian noticed both tits were totally free of her dress and grins. It was hell to stay on the road.

In behind her the three backseat riders sat forward and participated the only way they could. Claiming both of her legs Heath and Eric stretch her out over their laps leaving Cabot in the middle to rub her inside thighs. Her wet pussy in plain view drew fast attention. Looking over her at Jeff rubbing her back Cabot reaches for her zipper and pulls it as far down as it could go. Namely, her butt crack. This gave Cabot a chance to rub her lower back as Jeff roamed her shoulders.

"Yessss! My back hurts so bad." She whimpers, hiding her face amid her fallen hair.

Eric eying her skirt dares to lift it over her ass entirely. His cellphone recording their every move without her knowing. No words were spoken by any of the boys, they had concluded that silence would keep her calm. Margo Needy might as well have been nude. Hell, she was! Even Brian decided to just massage her scalp to entertain himself.

Eric and Heath had one hand rubbing her legs and their other hands beneath their sweats stroking their cocks. Cabot wanted to do the same but found himself continuing his back massage which switched over to her butt cheeks. Strangely, he avoided her pussy altogether. Fear of making her panic in her stupor? Respect? Mostly fear. Margo Needy revived just enough to reclaim her dignity. Realizing how far she had let things escalate she lifts herself awkwardly and covers her chest. Both Jeff and Brian quickly vacated their hands save for assisting her up. The boys in back stopped touching themselves as she eased toward them.

Cabot pulled her skirt back into hiding her cheeks and guides her back into his lap. Almost shyly Margo curled up into Cabot and fell fast asleep. Seeing her timid recovery, the boys chose to behave the rest of the journey. Zipped up and all, she looked presentable upon arrival.

"Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty."

"Are... we home?"

Cabot brushes the hair from Margo's face. Reviving slowly, she narrows her eyes against the sunlight. Slightly embarrassed by her behavior earlier she sits up as Eric climbs out of the truck. Jeff offers a hand up to her which she accepts, carefully exiting the truck. On her feet outside the truck, he hands her the G-string and kisses her on the cheek. She whimpers, "I'm sorry if I..." He puts a finger to her lips.

"Don't mention it. Everyone probably got a little too handsy on the way there too. No offense but with your looks that's pretty difficult not to do."