Cougar House Ep. 005: French Tickler

"I think he relished it as his secret place. It required lots of wood, it's quite large."

"I can relate." He hears humming suddenly. "What's that buzzing sound?"

"Perhaps my fan." She had fired up her wand envisioning Brian over her. Whimpers heard make him question her further.

"Loud fan."

"It's very... hot even with my windows open."

"Did I hear a coyote?"

She giggles and shivers, letting out another whimper, "I believe so. Perhaps it is mating season."

"Sounds fun. Hope he gets lucky."

"So do I."

"Wow!"

"Yes?"

"Your voice is so soft right now."

"Should I be louder?"

"No! I mean suit yourself. Be yourself I mean."

"That is what I want of you boys. To be... yourselves. Do not change for me."

"You saw how... felt how all of us were today when we were ourselves. I don't think you grasp what you're expecting." He laughs beating off with a steady pace. His cock felt amazing. Her soft sweet voice was just what the Doctor ordered.

"Your brother grasped the situation quite well."

"He squeezed your tits. I'm shocked you didn't slap him."

"It crossed my mind. It would not have been in an angry way."

"That fan gets louder every few minutes."

"It's because I put you on speaker and sat my cell beside me." She was now introducing her dildo back into her trickling cunt. In and out as the wand tormented her clit ferociously. "Why is it so hot?"

Huffing he puckers to decide upon a flirty response, "I guess the heat follows you around."

"That was sweet."

"Only telling you the truth mom."

"Mom? Do you truly think of me as mom?"

"Not really. You might wash my mouth out with soap if I told you the truth."

"Tell me."

"Naaaa! Better not."

"Tell me Brian. I'm moving my fan closer." The buzzing grew deafeningly louder. He knew.

"Damn! Sounds more like a weed eater on steroids."

"You know that it is not my fan Brian."

"Figured that. No Coyote's either right?"

"I'm masturbating."

"Huh! Funny! So am I." He chuckles then grits his teeth.

"Are you truly?"

"Peelin' the bark off this tree like a pro."

"Because of me?"

"You know it is. You make me rock hard."

"Mmmmm!"

"I can hop in my truck and..."

"Shhhh! Lay back with me Brian."

"Fuck!" He scoots further into his bed and uses both hands, sitting his own cell aside. "I wish I could see you."

"If I did that our living arrangement would be compromised. This is a onetime thing Brian. Enjoy it."

"Seriously? If you finish off screaming, I'm going to want to hear that every day."

"Hearing from behind closed doors I can allow. I cannot go further than this Brian. Do you wish to decide against moving in?"

"OH, FUCK NO! I want to live with you."

"As simple roommates?"

"Yep! I'm good." Anything to keep in her good graces.

"Would you stand outside my bedroom door listening to me cum for hours?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Try peeping through the keyhole just to see me?"

"Ohhh, yeah. That's me, Peepin' Bri the spying guy."

"Would you climb up my home to watch me through my window?"

"Windows wide open right?"

"Yes."

"You object?"

"Not at this moment." She giggles moaning.

"God! I want to see you fuck yourself."

"Video selfie?"

"Oh, fuck yes." He grits his teeth stroking harder than ever, his crown purple and begging to cum.

"If you share it with the others, I will never talk to you again. Evicted!"

"I won't." He would.

"Do not lie to me Brian."

"Totally not." He was.

"Give me a moment to figure out how to do this." She laughs knowing she didn't have three hands. Still, she managed, propping her wand at an angle on her upper thigh, in order to show her dildo moving in and out. The lighting was merely a faint glow, just enough to define her curves and toys. Poising her cell cam high over her she only offers from her hips down. The sensual plunging of her toy made her moan louder, "This feels so good. I miss you. Ohhhh, fuck." Right before her camera Margo gushes around her dildo for a perfect flood.

"Whoa!" He listens intently. "That sounded intense."

"Sending it now."

The wait took forever, after five minutes of listening to Brian grunt and jerk off ferociously she coos, "You sound so savage."

"Still haven't got your video." He breaths heavily.

"Really? It sent." A sudden gasp she squeals, "Nooooooooo!"

"What?"

"I sent it to Elliot." She began frantically crying. "OH, MY GOD! I'M SO STUPID."

A sudden hang up left Brian to pause before a very long gut buster laugh. That shit was priceless. Then he realized that he had been denied the video himself. "Well, shit!" He considered telling his friends to get a good laugh, for some strange reason he decided against it. Pondering the term, bargaining chip, he opted instead to crash. His dick was pretty worn out. Sawing logs now would lead to sawing logs tomorrow alongside his father Bruno.

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Sitting in horror upon her bed Margo Needy halted her tears and awaited a text from Elliot asking her why she sent him a masturbation video. How would she explain it to him her mistake without his suspicions toward she and his friends becoming a very ugly topic of future conversation? Nothing! For twenty minutes she clung to a pillow held to her chest. Not a peep. Had Elliot gone to sleep?

What of Brian? Had he respected her miscalculation and just let things go? It was certainly unlike him to not at least ask for a resend. Should she? Perhaps things were better off as they were. She truly did not trust Brian Hancock not to share the wealth. This should be a valuable lesson she thought. An explanation to Elliot should be the end of things. Right?

Staring at her wand and vibrator she lifts them up and holds both before her. Darryl's voice nagged her emotions. Her late husband would tell her to move on with her mistakes and not even consider them as one. In his mind it would have been a gift. She might agree if it had not been sent to her son. That would be unforgivable. Darryl would have likely laughed about it as she sulked. There was only one way to get over this. Abuse her holes.

"You're so very right Darryl. Thank you for your advice. I know our son will take this better than I imagine. Accidents do happen." She turns her wand on, then immediately back off, "Who do I tell him it was meant for?"

A cell ping freezes her soul. Was it Elliot? Brian? "Cabot? Now of all times?" She decides to abandon her bed with her cell in hand, uncertain of even looking at his text. A swift blowing out of candles she prowls the darkness of her home. Following the moonlight through windowpanes, knowing the layout of her home well, she managed her maze. It was certainly eerie. An actual howl from the forest made her tense. Being alone spooked her to the furthest reaches of her sanity.

Heartbeat racing, she goes downstairs with rapid shuffling. Reaching her kitchen, she goes to her sink and gets a glass of purified water off tap. Downing it she hears yet another ping of a sent text. Haunted she looks again. "Heath? Did Brian reveal my error already, the boys all wanting in on my misery?" Again, she ignores reading it.

Glass in hand she nurses the remainder of her water as she goes further down to her lower family room. There a gas fireplace is ignited to stave off the shadows, soft music tuned on via remote to a centralized speaker system. It at least expelled the wolves in the hills. Curling up on her sectional with her water she sighs. Even in the heat of the night a chill overran her body. A warm throw from the sofas back is retrieved and draped over her lap, eventually her entire frame.

"I cannot take this loneliness. The boys need to move in now." She pouts. "It's too late. That would seem too impulsive of me to ask that they do. Especially if Brian blabbed. They would all come running with hopes of ravaging my body." That while appealing just could not be allowed. Not yet. She needed to understand them so much better first. "Calm down Margo. I should have taken more relaxers." She was becoming dependent upon them as it was. Once the boys moved in, she might relax more and not require their medicinal encouragement.

Another text defiles the peace, "Let me guess... Eric?" To her surprise it was not. It was Cabot yet again. Deciding to read his texts she discovers simple ramblings.

"Hey Mom. It's Cabot. Couldn't sleep knowing you were way out there all by yourself. Call me any hour if you need me." She smiled at his concern. His newest text read, "Also I'd like to apologize for the truck ride. It was wrong of everyone to act as we did. I don't think any of us would blame you if you changed your mind about us moving in. Anyway, sorry mom. Sweet dreams."

She fidgets looking at his words before deciding to text back. As ever she led off with, "Stop apologizing. I'm not upset with any of you. I'm a grown woman Cabot, I can handle a bit of innocent touches." Off it went.

"Innocent touches? Margo we nearly had your dress off." He writes back.

"Mmmm!" She mumbles recalling how loosely her dress had clung to her body earlier. With no panties on she was ripe for the taking, they partook, without being too perverse about it. Nibbling her lower lip she texts back, "Yes you did. While I was emotional and groggy it might have appeared bad. However, I did remove my panties. If anything, I might have led you all on. Unlike you I will not apologize. It was my mistake, one of many today."

"You think of it as a mistake, we think of it as..." He leaves his words unfinished.

"As what Cabot?"

"You're every man's fantasy Mrs. Needy. That's all I need to say. You know that."

His words cheer her up. Of course, she knew what affect her appearance, her allure, had on all men. Darryl kept her well. "Am I your fantasy Cabot?" She dares to type.

"No comment. I respect you Mrs. Needy."

"Tell me... please."

"Yeah. I fantasize about you."

Her fingers slip to her lap, and she stretches out a bit, rubbing her moist clit. "Can we live together, and you still fantasize about me? Will it become awkward?" She sends knowing her answer but wanting to hear his own.

"Not going to lie Mrs. Needy. All four of us are going to find it difficult not to fantasize about you. Especially after..."

"After?"

"The truck ride... seeing you really close to being naked... the bonfire when you lost your belly dancing skirt... yeah not going to go away. LOL!"

"Close to naked? I was naked Cabot. My dress was basically a belt there at the end. If I were to say I was offended I would be lying. I will not change who I am."

"Please don't. We like this side of you."

"I will not have sex with any of you." She types then pauses to murmur, "God, I want too." A true test to see if this changed their minds about moving in with her. The words linger as she nearly regrets sending it. Once sent she quickly adds, "I hope you all understand this."

"We're not expecting that." Yes, they were, but it was necessary to comfort her thoughts on that possibility.

"Good. I believe we can survive together. As long as everyone agrees to keep things civil."

"We all have our own lives. Our own hang-ups even. Care to talk about what can be gotten away with?"

She reads that comment and narrows her smile, mischief time. "Be yourselves, just don't think you can treat me like a girlfriend." That thought was certainly attractive to her though.

"Of course not. Even though none of us currently have girls."

"Why is that?" She hadn't thought about that.

"I guess we just like our freedom."

"So do I."

"Can I ask a personal question?"

"Yes. Feel free to ask anything."

"Did you... like our massage on the truck ride?"

"Very... very... very much." Her fingers dip deep into her pussy as she envisions the group massaging her everywhere. A return to her earlier fantasy made her whimper.

"What if...?"

"Yes?"

"What if we had all been really stupid and removed your dress?"

"MMMMMMMMM!" She moaned wanting to type back, "I wish you had." Instead, she let him stew a bit as she fingered herself. Finally, she regained her concentration and typed, "I'm glad you were all gentlemen."

"Mrs. Needy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I admit something?"

"Yes."

"I... nothing."

"Finish."

"Already did. LOL!"

"What?"

"You know what I mean."

"Oh!" She couldn't resist sending a smiley emoji.

"Not mad?"

"Not at all. Feel free to be yourself."

"Even when I live with you?"

"Privately yes. How could I possibly tell any of you not to do what comes naturally?"

"Kinda loud. LOL! Very vocal."

She giggles feeding her pussy with three fingers now. It was becoming difficult to type. "That makes two of us." Sent she takes a deep breath and calls his number, tired of typing. As Cabot answers she sits her cell aside and whips her cover off to stretch out further. For the next three minutes she moans and climaxes vividly for him to hear. No words. Just reactions. Breathing heavily, she yawns, "Cabot?"

"That was awesome Mrs. Needy. I... won't tell the other guys you did that."

"I appreciate that. This... was my way of getting used to you boys being here. If you hear me now, it won't be any shock when you hear me later."

"I guess I should have joined you." He laughs.

"Cabot?"

"Yeah?"

"As you said earlier... sweet dreams."

"Night, Mrs. Needy."

Call ended Cabot clenched a fist and knew things were going to go their way.

Margo Needy groaned at staining her sofa and found Febreze to clean up with. Another stupid mistake she groaned. Tired she heads back upstairs then realizes she hadn't read Heath's text. After a private tinkle and a brisk cleanup of her pussy with wipes she shuffles back to her bed and crawls in on top of her prior mess. Sighing heavily, she knew she needed to do laundry.

"What did you say Mister Talbot?" She basks in her cells glow. Locating his text, she reads a simple, "Night Mom." It was enough to settle her nerves. Plugging her cell into her bedside charger she settles into sleep. One last text makes her growl. Checking it she freezes up. "Elliot!" Dread sinks in as she reads her sons words.

"Nice video Mom. Fuck loved it. I presume that was to mess with him. LOL! You did moan... oooooh, Fuck. Love you mom. Talk soon."

"OH MY GOD!"

Margo Needy laughed herself to sleep. Sure! That was to mess with Farouk.

Good enough for her.

She was worn out.

So were a lot of dicks.

Job well done.