Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 01
A story outlined by sa2222, who also wrote the introduction and helped to edit the finished product. If you were a fan of his story "Home Run" or my story "Deputy Milf and The Town Bully," then you should find what follows to be an enjoyable read. All characters are over eighteen.
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Leonard Campbell's life had recently been turned upside down when his parents told him they were separating. He had no idea they were having marriage trouble. Having just turned eighteen and planning on starting college in two months, Leonard handled it in a mature manner when they sat him down to break the news. They assured him they had no plans of divorcing... they were just going to take a break from each other for a while at separate residences as they worked with a marriage counselor.
Maybe it had to do with getting married too young? His parents were high school sweethearts and madly in love when his mom mistakenly got pregnant with him at the age of nineteen. They decided to go ahead and get married quickly, as they had already talked about getting married anyways, and they had another child five years later.
Leonard's parents didn't really give him any specific reasons, and they rarely fought, but the damage was done and no reason would make it any better. He just prayed that they would reconcile their differences. Leonard took the news a lot better than his little brother Kyle, not surprisingly since his brother was going through puberty and a confusing time.
His father moved out as soon as they broke the news to the kids. Unexpectedly, Kyle wanted to go live with his father for the time being. Everyone agreed, being that both mom and dad could have at least one child with them. They were on decent terms, so they could compromise. Maybe these arrangements wouldn't last long anyways if they got back together, being that they vowed to work hard on improving the marriage. Leonard's father was an excellent provider and always sent checks in the mail for Leonard and his mother to live on.
So it was just Leonard and his mom Janelle at the house as he began his college career. His mom was a sweetheart and they got along great. His dad worked a lot anyways, so it wasn't much different without him there. Janelle remained strong, even though she often shed some tears. She visited with her sister and friends a lot more, as they provided great comfort for her.
Things kind of got odd when Leonard came home one day and there were flowers at the door for his mom. He had hoped that they were from his dad, but when he opened the card, it was from one of his dad's golfing buddies, wishing her a wonderful day and asking that she reconsider his dinner invitation. Was his dad's friend hitting on his mom? It had only been a few weeks since his father moved out.
When Janelle got the flowers and read the card, she did not look pleased and she threw them in the garbage. Her son asked her what was wrong and she just told him that she was not looking to date, rather she wants to reconcile with her husband and save their marriage. Leonard was so happy she said this.
They had a long conversation on the couch that night, and she revealed that she has been asked out several times already. One of her friends had also tried to set her up with someone. And now her husband's buddy apparently had his eye on her. She expressed no interest in dating and assured him that would not be happening. They had a good laugh though when he told her she should open a florist shop with all these men chasing her.
It was not surprising she garnered this much attention. Janelle is very attractive. She stands 5'9", with spectacular curves, tightened by her strict exercise routine. Her legs and thighs are flawless, and she has the nicest ass a woman of her age could ask for. Her natural 36DD breasts were as perky as when she was eighteen. She wears her long blonde hair down to her shoulders, flawless slightly tanned white skin, and she has the most adorable face. The neighbors often pointed out her resemblance to another Janelle - from the reality show Big Brother - as the suburbs are a dull place and reality TV is their only escape.
Janelle's attractiveness was not lost on Leonard, mainly because he was constantly reminded of it by his friends. They loved being around her, whether it was at school functions or just hanging around his house. His friends were always trying to peek down her blouse or look up her skirt, which always went unnoticed by his mom, but he knew what they were up to, especially when he'd hear about it as soon as his mom wasn't around.
The only times his mom wears revealing clothes is when she sleeps. Leonard often felt uncomfortable when she walks around at night in her favorite oversized t-shirt or a thin nightie. When he was a kid it wasn't a big deal, but after becoming a teenager he didn't want to see parts of his mother that only his father should see, nor did he want his friends to see either. This actually happened once when one of his friends named Billy Gomez was over, which is the reason Leonard rarely has friends spend the night at his house so that they couldn't perv on his sweet mother.
Leonard didn't talk to his friends about his parent's separation, but they knew what was going on. Janelle is friends with many of his friends' moms, so word spread fast. He was hoping his parents would get back together before he would have to face any discussions about it with people he knew. Plus, he didn't want any of his friends cracking jokes about his mom being single because he knew what they had going on in their dirty minds.
One such friend with a dirty mind about his mom was a punk named Duncan Flannagan. They weren't the best of friends, but Duncan had been to their house several times and Leonard didn't like the way he looked at her. Duncan was never deterred when it came to girls and he went through them fast. He was a master of manipulation, and when he set his sights on a girl he was relentless. When he told Leonard a couple years ago "I want to fuck your mom," Leonard felt anger towards him and didn't want him near his house or his mom. Duncan did apologize about it, so Leonard tried to forget it.
Recently, Duncan had been making a lot of effort to hang out with Leonard. Leonard wasn't sure why, but he felt kind of bad for him because Duncan came from a toxic home life. His parents had been on the news not too long ago in a domestic dispute, and it had been pretty embarrassing for him. When Janelle saw it, she told Leonard he needed to invite Duncan over for a meal some time.
But, Leonard had not been inviting any of his friends over lately since an incident previously mentioned with his friend Billy Gomez that happened a year ago. During that incident, Billy was spending the night over at Leonard's house. Janelle offered to set up the pullout couch for Billy to sleep on in the lounge. She had already changed into her nightie and it was apparent she didn't have a bra on. Leonard and Billy walked into the lounge as she was pulling the bed out, and they quickly moved towards her to help. During the process Leonard looked over at his mom and could see right down her nightie as she bent over to pull the bed out. Leonard immediately looked up at Billy to see if he noticed, and sure enough he was looking straight down her nightie too. Her breasts were swaying back and forth - her nipples in clear view - as she pulled on the bed. The next week at school Leonard's friends taunted him that Billy saw his mom's tits and jerked off on the pullout couch that night, according to Billy. At that point Leonard decided he didn't want friends sleeping over any more.
Duncan was indeed paying a lot of attention to Leonard lately after he heard through the grapevine that Leonard's dad moved out. Duncan had wanted to fuck his hot young mom so bad from the moment he had laid eyes on her, but he always figured she was a happily married woman. This didn't preclude him from fantasizing about her quite often though. With the news that her husband moved out, Duncan figured it was a golden opportunity to strike before someone else did, or before she got back together with her husband. It was no secret Leonard's mom was a hot commodity, so she wouldn't be on the market long, Duncan figured.
Since Leonard was giving Duncan a cool reception to his advances to hang out - not even an invitation to come over to his house - Duncan figured he would have to take matters into his own hands.
***
Duncan was at his sharpest when charming a member of the fairer sex. The closest he had to a regular girlfriend was Chelsea Massey, a slender eighteen year old classmate with short brunette hair, pert tits, a tight ass, and a posh spay-on tan, whose mother does not remotely approve of Duncan. Mrs. Massey, being more observant than Leonard's mom, has never admitted it's because she's uncomfortable with how Duncan leers at her. Duncan and Chelsea have also been caught fucking loudly several times in her bedroom. He's been banned from their house, so now he must sneak over whenever Mrs. Massey planned to be out for several hours.
Sometimes they'd fuck on Mrs. Massey's bed while Chelsea wore some of her mother's jewelry. Chelsea's never caught on that Duncan was playing out a milf scenario. She is far too aroused by his sexual prowess and made even hotter since her passion for him was forbidden. It was on a typical weekend afternoon when Duncan dropped by to fuck Chelsea on the living room floor. He was too busy to go up to one of the bedrooms, but she was always his for the taking, mind and body, so he decided she would play a role in his infiltration of Leonard's home.
Chelsea skillfully stroked Duncan's cock and it quickly reached its capacity of nine thick inches. "You look so beautiful today," he flattered. Both were nude save for a bracelet she wore that belonged to her mother. Chelsea then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as his hands slid down to her ass.
Duncan lifted her with his strong arms and Chelsea slowly wrapped her legs around him. It was easy to hold this petite lovely off the ground. "Put it in me," she begged. "I have to feel you inside me..." He complied and guided his large cock into her lubricated pussy. Chelsea snapped her head back and moaned "Yes! God! Yes!" He grinned and tossed a throw pillow onto the carpet.
"How hot would it be if your mom walked in on us?" he asked as he took her down to the floor. "Would she get turned on?" Chelsea was now on her back with Duncan on top of her and her head on the pillow. "Would she want to join in?"
"Mmm... Don't talk like that..." she asked as he drove his cock inside her with commanding thrusts. "Just shut up and fuck me..." She'll have bruises on her backside as a result, but it was worth it to her. When they first hooked up it was difficult to adjust to his girth... now she was broken in.
"I'll say whatever I want..." he boasted as he pinched and tweaked her hard nipples. "Do you want to be fucked HARD!?" He knew how she liked it and enjoyed taunting her.
"Fuck me Duncan! Fuck me hard with your thick cock!" she screamed as he draped her left leg over his shoulder. "Fuck me harder! HARDER!" His power took over and he began to pound his cock into her harder and gave her two booming orgasms in a ten minute span. "YES! YES!" she cried over and over. If her mother had returned, she might not have even noticed.
After her second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out of her cum filled pussy. She was hoping for a third orgasm, but knew the routine. It was his turn. He yanked her up and laid her on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked the first few inches of his hard cock into her mouth. He let out a moan that the neighbors could probably hear and began rocking his hips as he held her head with both hands.
"YEAH... suck my cock in your mommy's house!" He was face fucking her right next to the coffee table, which held a scenic photograph of both her and her mother. Chelsea's lips slid up and down his glistening cock as she was now taking almost all nine inches down her throat. He stared at her mother's image until his cock swelled. Mrs. Massey wasn't his favorite milf, though she'd do for now as he didn't have a photo of Leonard's mom. He pulled out again and Chelsea jerked him off until... he sprayed hot cum in her face.
"JESUS CHRIST..." he hollered as she jacked the last few spurts out of his fuck-stick.
"Yummy..." she declared as she licked his hot cum off her top lip.
"Wait... Don't move..." he said as he picked his jeans up off the floor and fished his cell phone out of the back pocket. "Cheese..." He then snapped a few pics of her cum soaked face.
"You don't show these to anyone?" she said as both a question and a firm request.
"Never... They're just for us." He helped her up and spanked her on the ass before she headed upstairs to clean off.
He then looked over the pics and wondered if this would ever be Janelle Campbell.
Chelsea came back downstairs five minutes later in her mother's bathrobe.
"Can I borrow forty bucks?" he asked as he zipped up his jeans.
"Sure..." She hurried to her purse to grab the cash, since she would never deny him.
"Listen, things are getting bad at home" he said. "I may just bail and track down my uncle in Detroit."
"What?" Chelsea appeared very worried. "Then I might never see you again."
"Well, can I move in here?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'd love that but my mother would never allow it." She unknowingly handed him sixty dollars. "She'll throw me out if I even ask."
"Then we may have to move on and agree to see other people," he said calmly as he counted the money.
"No, why are you talking like this? I'll be moving into my own apartment by the end of the year." Now she was really freaking out. "There has to be someplace you can stay until then." What would she do without him and his cock?
"Umm... Do you know Leonard Campbell?" he asked.
She thought about it... "Yeah, he's kind of a geek?'
"Right, but he has a big house and his parents are bleeding hearts." He casually stuffed the cash into his jeans. "If I tell them my sob story, they'll let me crash there for a while." He conveniently omitted that Leonard's parents were recently separated.
Chelsea now saw a glimmer of hope. "So, what's stopping you?"
"Me and Lenny have drifted apart in the past few years," he admitted. "I need him to help me get my foot in the door."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Talk to him. He has a crush on you." He pulled her towards him and kissed her. "Tell him to be charitable to me and he'll do it."
He still had his shirt off and she began kissing his chest. "And what if he says no?" she continued to ask.
"Suck his dick," he teased as he slipped his hand underneath the robe and started rubbing her crotch through the Brazilian cut panties she had put on.
"No way. He's cute for a geek, but I'm not doing that," she said as they dry humped.
"I was kidding. All you got to do is flirt," he said as she begrudgingly pushed him away.
"Fine... I'll do it for you, but you have to go now." She handed him his shirt. "My mom will be home soon."
He waved his phone in the air. "Maybe she'd like to see the pics?" he taunted.
"You can be a real jerk sometimes," she said as she pinched his bicep.
"But you still love me." He held Chelsea, but fantasized of Mrs. Campbell... Leonard's newly single mom.
***
Leonard spent much of his free time at a local book store. Duncan assured Chelsea that she would find him there. Though she had grown up in this area, she's never entered the bookstore. Hot guys didn't hang out there, so why bother? She roamed the establishment and intimidated all the shy bookworms who populated it. She wore high hooker boots, a leather mini skirt, a snug red tank top, and no brassiere. Any guy who saw her in this provocative ensemble would be thinking about her in the shower that night. She finally found Leonard on the second floor. He was alone at a table and reading a book about Greek mythology. She grabbed a random book, so it looked like she was there to read too as she passed by his table.
"Oh, hello Leonard. It's good to see you," she said vivaciously.
"Hey, Chelsea." He was immediately flustered. "Yeah, it's great to see you too."
"May I join you?" she asked in a cutesy voice.
"Sure," he was more than happy to say.
"I haven't seen you since graduation," she said as she sat down across from him. "Starting college this semester or are you taking time off?" She made sure he had a nice peek at her cleavage.
"I'm starting right away." His eyes insuppressibly drifted down to her tits. "Yourself?"
"No, I need to catch my breath." She pretended not to notice his gawking. "Still working in the dress shop and saving my money. I need to move out of my mother's house. She is really suffocating me."
"That's too bad," he said while only half listening, mesmerized by her unconfined breasts. He was usually a gentleman, but she was giving him an erection and he was obviously blushing.
"Well, I shouldn't complain so much." She thought it was sweet that he was smitten, but she remained focused on her task. "Others have it worse than me... Like that Duncan Flannagan"
The mention of Duncan's name was a buzz kill. "I didn't know you guys were friends." He still remembered what Duncan said about his mother. Duncan was the type of hunk that girls like Chelsea always went for.
"Not really, but I saw him on the news earlier this year," she said. "When his father was arrested. I felt so bad for him." She was using the truth as encouragement. This was the best way to manipulate someone... along with her nipples, which were defined through the material of her top.
"Yeah, he can be gruff sometimes, but no one deserves to be humiliated like that." Leonard had a heart, so he did have sympathy for Duncan.
"I'd invite him over to my house, but we were never that close," she said.
"I've thought about inviting him over..." he trailed off.
"Why haven't you?" she asked.
"You know how it is. After you graduate from high school, you start to reevaluate who your real friends are." He was bashful and not about to admit to her that he was afraid Duncan would hit on his mother.
"He could probably use a friend like you. I get the feeling that you're a decent person." Chelsea flashed him her gorgeous smile. "I regret not getting to know you better in high school." She wasn't the best actress, but her smile was getting the job done.
"I feel the same way about you," he said rather clumsily.
"Can I borrow a pen?" she asked before puckering her lips.
He took a pen out of his backpack and handed it to her. She then took his hand and wrote her number down on his palm. Her touch sent a chill down his spine and his hard-on needed some immediate attention. "Give me a call sometime and we'll hang out." Could this be true? The sexiest girl from high school was offering her number? Or was this a hidden camera show?
"Okay..." Like he was going to say anything else.
"And be nice to Duncan," she said as she gleefully returned his pen. "You're the last nice guy. It's up to you."
"Sure, I'll drop him a line and invite him over to dinner," he said to impress her, thinking she might be attracted to the nice guy.
"You're the best, but I gotta go now." She stood up and left her insignificant book on the table. "It was really cool seeing you, Lenny. Bye."
"Bye." Leonard's mouth hung open as Chelsea headed for the escalator. His eyes were glued to her ass. He'd have to stay seated for a while until his erection subsided, but the brainwash was effective and that night he texted Duncan about coming over for a nice home cooked meal. The die was cast.
***
Duncan dropped by on a Sunday evening for the much anticipated dinner. Sunday had always been family night in the Campbell household. Even as her two sons matured and preferred the company of their friends, Janelle maintained the tradition. Sunday dinner didn't seem like the same occasion as of late with just her and Leonard, so she was excited for the company. She especially enjoyed having Leonard's friends as guests. They were so sweet and respectful. She thought of herself as a "cool mom." She was too naïve to realize that she was the resident milf.
Leonard welcomed Duncan into their picturesque home. Duncan made himself spiffy for the occasion, but was carrying a small and ratty duffle bag. Leonard was confused by the bag, but thought maybe he'd just come from the gym or something.
"Man, it's good to see you." Duncan pulled Leonard in for a "guy" hug. "It's been way too long."
"Yeah, I know. I hope you're hungry." Leonard was also perplexed by the hug. Duncan used to seem too macho for hugs, but high school was over and perhaps he'd matured. "My mom's making her specialty. Linguini with vodka sauce."
"Anything's better than grocery shopping at the dollar store." Duncan left his duffle bag on the floor near their shoe rack. "Most of the chow sold there is almost expired." Duncan wondered where his beloved Mrs. Campbell was. She needed to hear his rehearsed sorrow as well.
"Wow... That's rough, but try and have a good time tonight," Leonard told him.
Duncan nodded. "Maybe we can play video games after dinner?" And he was laughing hard on the inside. Like he really wanted to do that. "Your brother around?"
"No, he's staying with my dad for the time being," Leonard responded.
"Oh, that's right. Your folks are separated. I know how that goes." Duncan took Kyle's absence as good news. One less son meant one less obstacle and an even lonelier mother. "Life can be a kick in the ass sometimes."
"Tell me about it," agreed Leonard.
"Is that Duncan Flannagan I see?" Janelle asked as she exited the kitchen. "My, look how tall you've gotten." She had a frilly pink apron on over her green sweater and snug "mom" jeans... Truly, she is the ideal milf and Duncan considered himself an aficionado.
"Hello, Mrs. Campbell." Duncan said as she hugged him. "Thank you so much for having me over. It's very kind." Her aroma of her perfume was alluring. Duncan milked the embrace as long as he could without arousing suspicion.
"I'm just happy that you boys are spending time together. You were always my favorite of Leonard's friends," she teased.
"Oh, I'm nothing special." Duncan pretended to be withdrawn.
"I'm wouldn't say that," she added. "What a handsome young man you are and always so polite."
Leonard stepped between them and interrupted, "So, is dinner almost ready?"
"Yep," she said. "In a few minutes." She wasn't sure why he was suddenly impatient.
"I should probably wash my hands first," said a well mannered Duncan.
"Okay, I'll show you to the bathroom," she offered.
"Mom, I'll do that." Leonard didn't want them alone together. "You go and make sure the pasta doesn't get overcooked like last time."
"Overcooked? And since when are you a food critic?" Janelle pinched her son's cheek like he was a toddler. Leonard felt slightly humiliated that she did this in front of Duncan.
Leonard proceeded to show Duncan to the downstairs' bathroom. He wasn't entirely confident his estranged friend could behave himself. What if he said or did something inappropriate? Obviously, his mother wouldn't tolerate that. If she knew that Billy Gomez had jerked off in the lounge that time, she would be extremely offended, especially since he bragged at school about doing it after seeing her tits. Leonard did not want his mother to be embarrassed.
Dinner itself was going off without a hitch. Janelle was a much better cook than Duncan's mother. He took some solace in the meal as he was dissatisfied that though her sweater was unrestricting, she must have had a firm brassiere that held her big round tits in place. He wanted to see them bounce. Billy Gomez had described them in great detail and Duncan envisioned his sweaty cock in between them.
Duncan was miffed that Billy - who Duncan thought was a fat worthless shithead - was the first one to see Leonard's mom's bare tits and brag about it. Billy had once turned him into the principal for smoking in the bathroom years ago, so Duncan had taken to sucker punching the rat every time they crossed paths. But Duncan certainly wasn't going to waste any more of his time thinking about that loser. He had plans of seeing the milf's big tits for himself, and if successful he could one-up Billy by sending him a picture of her funbags wrapped around his cock. But, first things first.
"This is so delicious, Mrs. Campbell," Duncan complimented.
"Thank you, Duncan," she responded. "I'm glad you like it."
"Haven't eaten this good in forever," Duncan moped.
"Leonard tells me that your parents are separated as well?" she said with empathy.
"Yeah." Duncan looked down at his plate, being too "hurt" to make eye contact.
"Whatever happened to the sanctity of marriage?" she asked herself.
"People make the wrong assumptions about what to look for in a soul mate. My parents are toxic and shouldn't be together," Duncan said with some genuine malice towards his parents, but also to plant doubt in Janelle's mind about the purity of matrimony.
"Don't be so cynical," she said. "You're parents made you, so they can't be all that incompatible."
"I don't know, but I hope your family will be okay," Duncan said, directed to Janelle.
"I'm sure we will," Leonard responded even though he knew Duncan was talking to his mom. "My parents go to counseling."
"My dad is too cheap and stubborn for counseling," Duncan admitted.
"That's too bad. It's been a real big help." Janelle said. "I wish they had counseling back when my parents divorced."
"So, we're all products of broken homes?" Duncan jested.
Leonard didn't find that funny at all. "Not really," he said as he threw his fork down.
"I was only kidding," Duncan said to calm him. "Sorry."
"My mother always regretted the divorce. Not that she missed my father or anything like that. She thought it screwed my sister and I up." Janelle explained. "Every perceived mistake we made, be it poor grades, lousy boyfriends, or getting pregnant at nineteen, she blamed herself and the divorce. And my sister really took advantage of her guilt and was able to get away with murder."
"I'm not surprised you got pregnant so young," Duncan quipped.
Janelle laughed it off. "Do I seem trampy to you, Mr. Flannagan?"
"No, because you look so good," he clarified. "I used to think you were Leonard's sister."
"What charmer you are." Janelle winked at him. "I bet all the girls are crazy for you."
What the hell? Where they flirting? Leonard had to change the subject...
"Duncan, what's with the old duffle bag?" he asked.
"Oh, that's my overnight bag," Duncan explained. "I'm going to sleep at the YMCA."
"Why?" Janelle asked.
"My mom kicked me out," Duncan pouted. "She says it's my fault dad left." He tried to shed a tear, but wasn't quite able to pull it off. Regardless, Janelle's heart went out to him.
"Oh my god... That's horrible," she said.
"I'm in between jobs, so I can't pay for a room," Duncan added.
"I won't allow that." Janelle dabbed her mouth with a napkin, then stood up. "You'll stay here until you find a job. You can sleep in Kyle's room."
"What if Kyle wants to come home?" Leonard asked to throw a wrench in that notion.
"Duncan can sleep in the lounge like Billy use to do when you guys had your sleepovers," she said... A statement that brought back bad memories for Leonard.
"I couldn't impose like that," Duncan said.
"Nonsense," she said firmly. "Lenny, tell him that WE insist."
Leonard knew that she wouldn't yield... "Duncan, you can stay here. It's cool."
"Thanks a lot, man." Duncan reached across the table to shake his hand. "You're good people."
Leonard and Duncan then played video games in Leonard's bedroom as planned, which wasn't as boring Duncan assumed it would be, but Leonard kept the games going even after Duncan's interest was clearly starting to wane. Leonard wanted to make sure his mother finished preparing Kyle's room before Duncan retired. Janelle knocked on the door and entered. Much to Leonard's relief, she was still in her sweater. No sneak peek for Duncan like Billy had.
"Are you ready for bed?" she asked Duncan.
"Absolutely." Duncan had to fight back a smile. He was determined that those words would soon have a different meaning when spoken by her.
"Kyle's room is down the hall to your left and bathroom is to your right," she explained.
"Next to your room?" Duncan wanted a confirmation.
"Yes, but don't worry about hurrying if you need to shower," she continued. "I have my own private bathroom, so my boys share the one in the hallway."
"Okay." Duncan was irked by the private bathroom. No way he could arrange an accidental interlude where one could see the other emerge naked from the shower. One of his favorite schemes.
"Well, I'm going to bed now. I'm pretty tuckered out, so please keep the volume down on your silly electronic games," she implored.
"Okay, but I'm probably going to hit the sack too." Duncan wanted a moment alone with Janelle. "Does anyone remember where I left my bag?"
"It's in the hall," she pointed out. "I'll get if for you."
She kneeled down to grab the bag and Duncan decided this was his chance. "Goodnight, bro." Duncan ruffled Leonard's hair, then followed Janelle outside and shut the door. She led him down the hall to Kyle's room, which was decorated with posters of baseball players and a few professional wrestlers. She laid his bag down on the floor.
"Cool, it's just like my room back when I was kid." Duncan took the opportunity to peel off his shirt and expose his hairy chest, washboard abs, and the dragon tattoo etched on his left arm. He yawned and gave the impression that he was merely getting ready for bed.
"Really?" Janelle was taken aback by his bare, well developed upper body. She hadn't been with a man in long time, let alone seen one this built and half naked. Her avant-garde sister tried futilely to convince her to purchase a vibrator, but she was too conservative to do so. She quickly reminded herself that Duncan was young enough to be her son and took her mind out of the gutter.
Duncan was finally able to bring a tear down his cheek. "Except my dad would rip them up if he was drunk." He was becoming a true thespian. "I never did anything to deserve those punishments."
"Didn't you're mother protect you?" Janelle asked as she closed the gap between them and nuzzled him.
"No," he said as his lip quivered and she held him tighter.
"Aww... I'm so sorry. How could they be so ungrateful to have a wonderful son like you?" Janelle released him and was impressed by the craftsmanship on his tattoo from up close. "That's a very beautiful design," she said as she ran her fingers down his arm.
His dick stiffened, but his growing erection was mostly contained by his jeans and his posture. "Thank you," was all he said. He knew this wasn't the opening he was looking for. He couldn't risk it. He had to be patient.
"Goodnight, Duncan," she said as she exited. "Sleep well."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Campbell," he said as his eyes followed her nice ass out the door. Once the door closed and he was alone, he applauded himself with a reserved golf clap.
***
Janelle was woken at 2AM that night by someone knocking on her bedroom door. It took her a moment to switch on her bedside lamp and climb out of bed. She was a natural beauty, stunning even without makeup at this indecent hour. She threw a white cotton robe on over her maya blue silk nightgown and answered the door to find Duncan in the hallway. He was drenched in sweat.
"Oh my god... Duncan, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Um... I just can't sleep. Nighttime is so hard for me," Duncan said as Janelle helped him into her bedroom. "When it's quiet and dark... I can't stop thinking about the past... All those horrible nights growing up... And the shouting... God, there was always so much shouting," he continued to brood as she sat him down on the foot of her bed. "I wanted to fall asleep, but I was afraid to close my eyes." He hoped he was doing a decent enough job at appearing vulnerable to her.
Janelle tightened the sash on her robe and sat down next to him. "You poor thing," she said maternally as she reached around his broad shoulders and laid his head just above her bosom. "It will be okay," she assured him. "You're safe now. I promise." She cradled him just as she had done with Leonard when he would have bad dreams as a young boy.
"Would it be all right if I stayed with you for a while?" Duncan asked.
"Here in my room?" Janelle was caught off guard by his query.
"I don't want to be alone right now," he said, looking for pity.
"Sure," she said with some trepidation. "I need to get some sleep, but you can stay a while. I'm still in the habit of sleeping on the left side of the bed anyway. My husband always slept on the right. You get nice and comfy and when you start to feel sleepy you can go back to Kyle's room," she continued. "If you need a glass of water, take from the sink in my bathroom so you don't disturb Lenny."
"Okay... Thank you, Mrs. Campbell. You're too kind," Duncan flattered.
"Not at all. You and Lenny are so close. That makes you family." Janelle lifted his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Now try to get some rest."
Janelle stood and walked to her side of the bed. Duncan scooted back to the side that once belonged to her husband. He couldn't believe that he was about to lay with her. He was already starting to get another hard-on. She turned and removed her robe. Her silk nightie hugged her curvaceous body. He was able to admire her legs and ass as she tossed her robe onto a loveseat. She turned back and slid under the covers. He averted his eyes so not to alert her of his gawking. Janelle turned the lamp off and fell asleep within a few minutes with her son's "good" friend by her side.
Meanwhile, Duncan basked in the glory of overcoming his first hurdle.
Sunlight crept through the lace curtains as Janelle awoke at 6AM. Surprisingly, she found herself above the covers and resting her head on Duncan's torso. Her hand was under his t-shirt, caressing his chiseled abdomen, and her right leg was draped on top of his thigh. Her nightie had ridden up and her cute pink cotton panties were now exposed.
Presumably, she must have cuddled with him during the night merely by force of habit. After all, he was on her husband's side of the bed. She wondered why he was still there because she had told him to eventually go back to Kyle's room, but before she could pull away she noticed that he was pitching a massive tent in his boxer shorts. Her husband like all men had gotten morning wood, but never anything this sizable. She was almost tempted to reach down and touch it, but quickly came to her senses.
She carefully climbed off of him and out of bed, very much hoping not to wake him. She crept into her bathroom and quietly shut the door. Duncan then opened his eyes and fiendishly grinned before going back to sleep.
Janelle woke Duncan up at 7AM and had him return to Kyle's room before Leonard arose. She really didn't want to have to explain to her son as to why his friend was in her bedroom all night.
Janelle showered, then headed down to the kitchen for her morning coffee and tried to not fixate on Duncan's erection. She wore only her bra and panties underneath the robe. Leonard, who was already dressed for class came downstairs a few minutes later and fixed himself a bowl of cereal. He didn't enjoy that she wore so little clothing with Duncan in the house. He remembered the incident where she unknowingly flashed Billy. "Are you going to be all right being stuck with Duncan all day?" Leonard asked. "He can be a real pain in the butt sometimes."
"I'll be fine, dear," she said. "I've taken care of boys all my life."
"But this boy isn't your responsibility," Leonard pointed out.
"Please, let me do what I feel is best," she said.
"Yes, mother, of course. Whatever you say." Leonard finished his cereal and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the house.
Janelle went upstairs and changed into jean shorts and a yellow t-shirt, which is the attire she always wore for her weekly gardening, much to the delight of the neighborhood men. As she left her bedroom she glanced at Kyle's room and inadvertently reminded herself of Duncan's erection. The door was closed, so she assumed that he must still be sleeping.
She spent the next hour or so in the garden, keeping busy, before being joined by a groggy Duncan. She just so happened to be on her knees and bent over to water her flowers at that moment. "Good morning, Mrs. Campbell," he said as he enjoyed both the morning air and view of her backside. Her long tanned legs were perfect, and the tight jean shorts really accentuated her tight ass.
"Good morning, dear, and please call me Janelle," she replied, looking back over her shoulder with her lovely smile.
"Okay, Janelle. Sorry if I over stayed my welcome last night. I guess I just passed out," he said, trying his best to not stare directly at her ass.
"Oh, that's quite all right. I think I slept better knowing there was a big strong man next to me anyway," she teased.
"Maybe we should become bunk mates?" he asked.
Janelle couldn't look him in the eyes and turned her attention back to her flowers, needing a moment to discern whether he was joking before she could respond. "Um, I don't think Lenny would be too comfortable with that."
"I don't want to overstep my bounds or anything, but I haven't gotten more than a couple hours sleep in a long time. It was your kind words and soothing presence that did the trick." He was really tugging on her heart strings.
"I don't know. I'll think about it," she told him.
"Okay." Duncan went back inside and the next few hours were uneventful. Janelle kept to herself, doing housework, while she mulled his suggestion. She really wanted to help him, but wasn't sure if it would be appropriate.
Duncan was watching TV in the living room at 4PM when Janelle joined him on the couch. They sat in awkward silence. She knew that Leonard would be home soon and now would be her last chance to say something regarding sleeping arrangements, but was too conflicted to bring it up.
"You've done a really wonderful job with your garden," Duncan mentioned to break the ice. "Not something I would usually notice, but it's a very pretty garden."
"Thank you." Janelle was put at ease by his thoughtful words. "Listen, if you can't sleep tonight, then it's okay to come to my room. Just make sure you're discreet about it. I don't think Lenny would understand. His home life was so good up until the separation. He couldn't possibly understand."
"Thank you so much, Janelle," he said, seeming very genuine.
She maternally took his hand. Both being from broken homes, she felt a bond with him. Neither of them had anymore to say on the subject. It was a touching scene as Duncan's true motive of lust remained hidden. While she was thinking about how proud her mother would be that she was helping a disadvantaged youth, he was thinking about getting those sexy thighs of hers wrapped around him. They held hands until they heard Leonard arrive at the front door.
Chinese takeout was for dinner. The three of them ate together at the kitchen table like a makeshift family. Janelle was mostly left out of the conversation as Leonard and Duncan joked about their old high school teachers. She was deep in thought anyway, being proud that she was caring for Duncan in a way that his own mother should have, but also upset that she would have to keep something from her son.
Janelle lay restless in bed that night, tossing and turning, worrying about Duncan, and resenting his lousy parents for the psychological trauma they've caused him. That's why she thought it was so important for her to reconcile with her husband for the sake of her two sons.
There was a knock at her door around 1:30AM. A gentle knock, almost as if Duncan knew she would still be awake. She turned on her bedside lamp and said "Come in," certain that it was Duncan outside and not her son. Duncan entered and she motioned for him to join her in the bed. He obliged and no words were exchanged because they had an understanding. She set her alarm clock for 7AM, so Duncan could again sneak back to Kyle's room before Leonard emerged. They got snug under the covers and slept like angels that night.
This became routine over the next week. It was mutually decided that it was best for Duncan to not even bother trying to sleep in Kyle's room, rather to just wait until Leonard went to bed and then come join Janelle in her room. She never realized how much she missed a male presence in the bedroom, while he was living his ultimate fantasy. Her nighties were quite revealing, allowing him to admire her sexy legs and cleavage. He even had the privilege of watching as she applied body lotion to her smooth skin before they went to sleep. It took him everything not to make a move on her, but he knew he couldn't if he wanted to execute his grand plan. She caught him peeking a few times, but thought nothing of it as boys will be boys. On some levels it was flattering, as her husband didn't seem to view her as a sexual body in ages...
***
Leonard inevitably learned of the risqué slumber party. He was heading to a tech convention and his cell phone charger was busted, so he needed to borrow his mom's. He wasn't leaving until 8AM that day, but got out of bed at 6AM so there'd be plenty of time to shower, charge the phone, and have some breakfast. Janelle had forgotten this was the day of the convention and did not adjust her alarm clock accordingly, so Duncan was still in her bed when Leonard woke up.
Leonard assumed to get in and out of her bedroom quickly with the charger and not disturb her. He crept down the hallway, carefully opened her door, and then the biggest bombshell of his life... He found his mother sleeping next to Duncan... Who was on his father's side of the bed!!!
"Son of a...," Leonard muttered under his breath. He had no clue what was happening and prayed it wasn't what it looked liked. Duncan HAD once declared his intentions to fuck Janelle. He should've confronted them immediately, but he was in shock and instead slunk back into the hallway and closed the door. He need more time to assess the situation.
Leonard waited downstairs at the kitchen table. He had no interest in going to the convention anymore. He wanted some damn answers. He heard Duncan go back to Kyle's room at 7AM. Then heard his mother's shower running, so he went to her room and lingered.
Janelle exited her bathroom a few minutes later in nothing but a towel. She was startled to find Leonard in her room. He had a stern expression on his face. "Lenny? Is something wrong?" she asked as her damp hair dripped all over the hard wood floor.
"Yeah... Why the hell was Duncan sleeping with you!?" he demanded.
"Please, calm down," she begged. "It's not what you think. He has trouble sleeping. He has nightmares and needs someone to comfort him," she explained. "It's a result of his harsh upbringing."
"Bullshit!" Leonard hollered as he was getting pretty irate.
"I know you're upset about your father and me separating, but imagine dealing with that heartache all your life. Along with abusive parents who were poor financial providers. It's a wonder Duncan isn't completely screwed up." She was doing her best to calm her son with this speech.
"Yeah, I know he has a rough life and nowhere to go, but isn't sleeping in your bed crossing a line? If he needs company at night, I'd rather he use one of our old sleeping bags and crash on my floor," Leonard said.
"It's a parental figure that he needs to free him from the nightmares. That's why he's staying in our house in the first place. But it's only a temporary arrangement until he gets a job and starts to feel better," she swore.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I wouldn't be letting him in my bed if I wasn't... Don't you trust me?" she asked.
"Of course, but I'm still getting use to dad being gone. I really wasn't expecting for Duncan to be allowed in your bed. What if dad came home to reconcile and found you two together? That would be the end of that." Leonard seemed intent on scolding his mother even if she had made some fair points.
"We told you that this separation was only temporary. I'm trying my best, so please don't use the fact that I'm helping YOUR friend as ammunition against me." She was starting to get misty eyed. This was not how she wanted to start the day.
"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean it like that." Guilt was starting to sink in. Leonard went over to Janelle and gave her a big hug. Her scented body wash was very enticing. It was hard for any man, even her own son, to stay mad at her for long.
"Please, let's not fight about your dad or Duncan or anything else. You'll always be my special guy," she said affectionately. She made him blush with an Eskimo kiss, which was their special thing that not even Kyle or his dad experienced. He would always be her little boy.
Leonard went to the convention and tried to have a nice time, but just couldn't enjoy himself. He was angry at the entire situation, but also upset with himself for lashing out at his mother. He decided that he still needed to have a serious talk with his "pal" Duncan.
Leonard returned home at 7PM. He walked up the driveway and entered through the side gate. He found Duncan looking very comfortable, sitting at the edge of the pool, having a smoke, with his feet dangling in the water.
"Bro, how was the geek show?" Duncan asked.
"Fine." Leonard wasn't interested in making small talk.
"I couldn't even afford the admission," Duncan said in a self deprecating manner. Duncan had learned to keep his act up at all times whether Janelle was there or not.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sleeping in my mom's room!?" Leonard demanded.
"Because she thought you'd freak out," Duncan said before taking a long drag.
"No shit!" Leonard shouted. "Wouldn't you freak!?"
"Did she explain to you why I'm sleeping with her?" Duncan asked.
"Yeah," Leonard admitted.
"So you know it's like therapy for me and there's no reason to get bitchy." Duncan pulled his feet out of the pool and stood up. He wondered if Leonard would be intimidated by him.
"Fuck you!" Leonard surprisingly stood his ground.
"Hey, you live in this mansion with a saint of a mother. I grew up in a rat infested tenement and now I got some sort of sleep deprivation mental disorder." Duncan went onto the patio. "Ever go a week without any sleep? Your life is awesome and mine really sucks, so give me a damn break."
"Awesome!?" Leonard followed him onto the patio. "My folks are separated too!"
"Their separation has been a picnic compared to my parents' World War III. Take what you've gone through and times that by a billion and you've got my miserable existence." Duncan found an ashtray and put his cigarette out. Leonard's father was a smoker and the ashtray is a reminder of him.
"Sorry, but that's not my problem," Leonard responded.
"I know. I wish there was a pill I could take that would make all the craziness go away. Having a surrogate mom for the short time I crash here will make a big difference down the road. I'll get a job and get out of your hair soon. Your mom said that she'll be getting back together with your dad soon. Your life will get back on track way before mine does. I'm not asking for your sympathy; I'm asking for your patience." Duncan was giving another sincere performance. He trusted that Leonard would be convinced as his mother had.
"Man, I don't like this too much, but I guess it's my mom's decision," Leonard said. "But just so YOU know this may have an adverse affect on our friendship down the road."
"I really hope not, but however it has to be." Duncan patted Leonard on the shoulder before going inside the house.
Leonard spent the next few hours on the internet, tweaking his fantasy football team until 11PM. His mom then opened his bedroom door without bothering to knock, so Leonard felt pretty relieved that he hadn't begun browsing literotica yet. She was in her white robe and ready for bed. "Goodnight, Lenny my sweetheart," she said lovingly.
"Yeah, goodnight mom," he responded in kind.
"Sleep tight, bro," Duncan said as he appeared over her shoulder.
"Right," was all a sullen Leonard could muster.
Janelle shut the door and Leonard felt like he might actually throw up. He remembered what it was like as a kid to have both his parents come to tuck him in at night. Now it was like a joke that everyone was in on... but him.
***
Janelle and Duncan got ready for bed. She gave him an innocent kiss on the forehead before lights out. It was in the darkness that she shed her robe because he had been caught staring a little too much as of late. Duncan was disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see her scantily clad body in sexy lingerie. But now it was time for the next phase in his quest to seduce her...
Janelle stirred from a sound sleep around 2AM and found Duncan sitting up in bed and breathing heavily. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you feel well?"
"It's happening again," he lamented.
"You can't sleep?" she asked, sitting up to turn the lamp on.
"No, I can sleep. I just can't stop having the nightmares," he explained.
"Aww... Would a sleeping pill help?" she asked as she massaged his shoulders.
"No, I tried that in the past. There is something that's always helped, but..." he trailed off.
"What?" she persisted because she was so truly concerned for him.
"I can't say." He rubbed his eyes as if about to weep. "It's too embarrassing."
"Please... Duncan, I want to help you," Janelle said as she nuzzled him.
"I would... um... touch myself," he finally admitted to her.
"Oh... you mean... masturbate?" she asked as she inched away from him.
"I really hope you don't think I'm disgusting or something," he said.
"No... I mean... it's natural," she stammered as her eyes drifted to his crotch.
"Forget I said anything. I'll go back to Kyle's room so you can relax," he offered.
"No, I swore I would help you through this tough time," she said, not fully knowing where she was going with this train of thought. "You could use my bathroom or would it be better if you did it here in the bed?"
"I'd probably be more comfortable here in the bed," he said.
"Okay, I'll go into the bathroom for a few minutes so you'll have privacy. I'll bring you a towel to clean up after. Would you... um... need more than a few minutes?" she was pretty embarrassed to ask.
"A few minutes should be enough and thank you for not judging me," he said.
"Never," she assured him.
Janelle left him alone in the bed and entered her bathroom. For the next few minutes she thought about what was transpiring in her bed... that she once shared with her husband. She was aware that Duncan was well endowed and now he was pleasuring himself less than ten feet away.
Time passed slowly and she began to wonder if he was finished yet. She grabbed a towel and opened the door a crack. She only took a quick glance, but saw Duncan with his eyes closed and his boxer shorts pulled down, stroking his thick nine inch member at a fast pace. He let out a grunt and spurted. Janelle was taken aback by how much semen he spilled. It must have been a long time since he had an orgasm. Something she could definitely relate to.
"Janelle... I'm finished," he cooed.
She shielded her eyes and approached the bed with towel in hand. She tossed it to him and looked away as he wiped the cum off his semi hard member. "Thank you, Janelle. I think I'll be able to sleep well tonight."
"Well, that's all that matters," she said. "You should toss that towel in my shower. I'll let it dry overnight before I put in the hamper with the rest of the laundry."
"Whatever you say." Duncan pulled his boxers up and went into the bathroom. Janelle checked to see if he had gotten any cum on the sheets before she climbed back into bed. Her head was spinning, but she turned the lamp off and tried to get some sleep.
***
Janelle waited for Leonard to leave for class in the morning before she did laundry. Not that he ever interfered with that particular chore, but she was being overly cautious. As distressing as their last argument was, this would be an all out screaming match. Duncan meanwhile slept in, and then took a nice long hot shower. Everything was working out favorably so far.
Janelle wisely gave Duncan a towel before he started masturbating the next night so there was no chance of her seeing anything undue. She waited in her bathroom until the coast was clear. She was half thinking that she should use this time to masturbate too since she hadn't had an orgasm since her husband moved out. And even when her husband was around, orgasms came few and far between.
Duncan fell asleep quickly the next night, so Janelle assumed that two nights of masturbating had solved the dilemma. She went to sleep, but was woken up at 3AM by the mattress quaking. She had her back to Duncan, but realized that he was jerking off right next to her... He must have had a nightmare.
She thought it was polite of him not to wake her and banish her to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he could not beat his meat quietly enough. She wanted to turn to him and let him know everything was okay, but she worried he'd be humiliated if caught in the act. She closed her eyes and did her best to pretend she was asleep.
Of course he was pumping his cock with the sole intention of waking her. He badly wanted her to see. He was extremely confident in his size, being that most every girl he bedded had pointed that fact out to him in a craving manner.
He finished a few minutes later and went into the bathroom. She took a quick peek at him before he shut the door... The bathroom light revealed that he was completely naked and his manhood was still erect. She wondered how could he still be so hard? Her husband always went flaccid mere seconds after cumming. But then again, her husband didn't have a big, beautiful cock like Duncan. She quickly shook off the dirty thoughts and closed her eyes to get back to sleep.
***
Leonard was doing the dishes in the early afternoon. He gazed out the window above the kitchen sink and saw mother sunbathing by the pool in her sexy black string bikini. Here was an instance where he had to admit to himself that his mother was a total babe with an amazing body. His concentration was only broken by the sound of flip flops entering the kitchen.
"What's up, bro?" asked Duncan, who was in a bathing suit and carrying a towel.
"Not too much," Leonard responded. "Going for a swim?"
"Yeah, you're so lucky to have grown up with a pool. My family would have to drive across town to that rundown public pool," Duncan griped. "Even that was a luxury some summers."
"Well, enjoy the pool while you're still here," Leonard said.
"I will." Duncan grinned, his way of letting Leonard know that he wasn't leaving anytime soon. Leonard watched Duncan exit through the sliding glass door and park himself next to Janelle outside.
Janelle was laying face up on a lounge chair and wearing dark shades. She had the straps of her bikini top off her shoulders to prevent tan lines. "Hey, roomie," she said with a cutesy voice and a big smile on her face. "You know, I have something I have to tell you."
"Yeah? What's that?" he queried while admiring her simply ravishing body. How was it possible that she could possess a body like that after having two children?
"Now don't be embarrassed, but I heard you last night," she confessed.
"Oh... I'm sorry. I was having rough time. I didn't mean to wake you," he said, grinning to himself.
"It's quite all right, dear. Don't be ashamed. I was wondering though... what do you think about when you... you know?" She was too conservative to say the word masturbate yet again.
"Um... supermodels I guess." That was a lie. He always thought about her. "I really wish I didn't have to think about anything. Just clear my mind and be soothed; both physically and emotionally. I'd feel less... dirty."
"No, don't feel that way. You're doing what you must to ease your tension. It's not your fault that have these restless nights." Janelle was a born nurturer. "I think I can help to alleviate your stress."
"Yeah? How's that?" he asked, salivating to know.
"Tonight," she assured him.
"Okay... In the meantime, would you like me to rub some suntan lotion on your back?" he generously offered. "I've been told in the past that I'm a talented masseuse."
"Um... Can Lenny see us?" she asked with trepidation.
A suspicious Leonard was watching them from the window with a scowl on his face.
"Yep," Duncan admitted.
"I'll have to say no. I think he's a little jealous of our friendship," she said.
Duncan was disappointed. He wanted to touch her. Feel her soft skin. Hell, he wanted to fuck her right there on the lounge chair. He couldn't care less if Leonard was watching. In fact, he'd love for someone to witness him give this milf the most epic fuck of her life.
Duncan was sitting up in bed at midnight as Janelle locked the door. This was something she hadn't done before. "My husband would sometimes have trouble... getting it up," she said as she rummaged through her dresser. "Playing with my underwear would help." She took a pair of violet panties and presented them to Duncan. "If you were stimulated faster, then you wouldn't feel as guilty afterwards. It would be a more pleasurable experience."
"Wow... I think you're right, Janelle." Duncan gleefully accepted her panties.
"Well, I guess I'll go and wait in the bathroom as usual," she teased.
"No, why don't you lie down. I promise I won't disturb you," he said.
"Hmm... I don't know about that... Are you sure?" she asked.
"I feel like an ingrate by always making you wait in the bathroom when this is your own house," he explained. "And this is your bed. Please, it would mean a lot to me if you stayed."
"Okay, if you insist." She turned the lights out and got comfy under the covers with her back to him. "Goodnight, Duncan."
"Goodnight, Janelle," he replied as he pulled his boxers down and started stroking his shaft with her panties. They felt so good... they were so soft. He couldn't stop think about how the material must feel against her pussy. It was driving him wild. His best jerking session yet.
He couldn't help but grunt and the mattress was really bucking despite of his promise. Curiosity was getting the better of Janelle and she looked over her shoulder. Even in the darkness she could discern the pumping motion of his fist. She bit her bottom lip and gripped her sheets. She was rooting him on... but for benefit of whom?
"Oh... fuck!" Duncan bellowed as he came into her panties.
"Hush... Lenny will hear you!" she said in a panic.
"I'm sorry, Janelle," he said, catching his breath.
"Go and leave my panties in the shower," she said. "Sweet dreams."
"They will be... thanks to you," he said kindly.
***
Janelle washed the cum stains out of her panties the next day and debated whether or not she could ever wear them again. Should they remain as a gratifying implement for Duncan? Ultimately, she felt it would be cheap to make Duncan reuse them.
She gave him a fresh pair that night, but they didn't seem to have the same effect. She laid there in the dark and listened to him struggling to reach orgasm. He purposely refrained from actually rubbing his cock, and he tried to make as many frustrating grunts as possible. This was all according to his plan.
"Duncan, what's the matter sweetie?" she asked.
"I don't know. I'm feeling self-conscience again," he said.
"Do you not like my panties anymore?" she asked, puzzled. Duncan thought it was so hot when she used the word "panties." "If masturbating doesn't help anymore, what can we do?" she asked.
"Um... Can you please turn the light on?" he asked.
"Sure." She sat up and switched the lamp on... To her shock, Duncan's boxers were still down and he was exposing himself, as was his intention. She shielded her eyes from his erection as best she could.
"I really want to finish, so that I can sleep, otherwise I'll have nightmares again. I don't want any nightmares tonight. But... I think I need your help," he said as he looked up at her with sad puppy dog eyes.
"But I already gave you my underwear... What more can I do?" She then realized what he was asking. "No... I can't... I'm married... I mean... I'm separated... but..." She was very flustered and just kept rambling as she started to inadvertently gawk at his thick, throbbing member. "You're friends with my son," she exclaimed.
"I thought you were my friend too?" he said in a final push to manipulate her.
"Of course I am, but imagine if my son found out?" she pleaded.
"You really think I want him finding out about this?" Duncan said, trying to suppress a grin as he actually would love to rub it in Leonard's face. "It will be our secret."
"All right..." she said reluctantly after a long pause. "I'll do this for you."
"Thank you." Duncan did his best to hide his excitement.
Janelle inched closer to him, took a deep breath, wrapped her dainty fingers around his large cock and started to slowly stroke it up and down.
"Oh...Janelle...that feels so good," he groaned as he watched the milf succumb to his scheme. He had jacked off in her bed four times, TWICE with her right next to him, but this time it was the incredibly hot milf herself that stroked his hard prick.
"Good. I want to take care of you," she said as she continued to slowly pump his shaft. "You're such a sweet boy and you deserve to be shown love." Her other hand reached down and lightly tickled his balls with her gentle fingernails... something her husband had always enjoyed. "Do you feel better now?" she asked, fully knowing the answer.
"Oh...yes...definitely," he replied. He loved staring at her voluptuous breasts as the spaghetti straps of her nightie began slipping off her shoulders. She appeared unaware that her tits were about to pop out and he prayed that he might get a gander of them exposed.
Janelle eyes were locked in on his cock and she was shocked by the thrill she received as she began to jack him faster. Her other hand was now caressing his scrotum, massaging his balls.
"Hmmm... wait... I have an idea," she said as she abruptly stopped fondling him. He was about to protest as she moved over to her night stand, but he relented when he saw her grab a bottle of her lotion.
"This will make it better for you, right?" she asked staring at his pulsating cock.
"Whatever you say," he answered with a cocky grin as he watched his buddy's mom squirt lotion all over his big dick. The lotion felt cold, but Duncan soon forgot when both her warm hands encircled it and resumed jacking him off. She was now upright, sitting on her legs next to him on the bed, which enabled her to extend both of her arms for better leverage. Since his cock was so big, she easily used both hands to pump up and down, as if she was churning butter.
Now that he was lubricated, the squishing and squashing sounds of her jacking him off were distinctly audible. Duncan, still sporting a sly grin, watched Janelle's voluptuous tits bob and jiggle in her thin nightie in chorus with her stroking motions.
"I'm so happy I can do this for you," she cooed, breathing heavily. "Now show me what a big boy you are... by cumming for me..." She was pumping his big cock at a fast pace now still using both of her hands, her eyes staring unflinchingly at it.
"Oh my god...Janelle..." He ached to kiss her, but knew that could ruin everything if she didn't take to it. "Janelle...fuck...I'm gonna..." Duncan cried out as his cock erupted with his seed sprayed nearly a foot into the air and landed on her expensive lingerie. "Mmm...fuck...Janelle," Duncan moaned as she continued to pump his spraying shaft until the last couple spurts landed on the bed sheets.
Back in Leonard's bedroom, he could hear murmurs through the wall. It almost sounded like his mom was giggling like school girl. Should he go and snoop? He thought about it, but ultimately decided not to rock the boat.
Duncan took the panties she had given him and began to wipe his messy cock. Meanwhile, she went into the bathroom, where she took off her small nightie and put it into the sink, hoping it was not permanently stained. She then reached down and felt between her legs... the panties she was wearing were soaked with her own juices. She slipped the panties off and reached for a new, dry pair to put on.
Janelle and Duncan slept without sheets that night because they had been stained and left in a pile on her bathroom floor. She wore an oversized t-shirt instead of another nightgown. They also spooned... intentionally this time. The bond between them was getting stronger.
Leonard woke up early the next morning before 6AM and crept to his mom's bedroom. He wanted a quick peek, but found the door locked. He was unaware that she had started to lock her door... Why?
***
Hand jobs became the new nightly routine for Duncan and Janelle. She always used hand lotion to lube his cock. She'd also lay out plenty of towels because he produced hefty amounts of cum and she was getting tired of laundering the sheets.
He claimed to not be tormented by nightmares anymore. She was proud of his progress and forgave that he was putting little effort into finding a job. She continued to receive checks in the mail from her estranged husband, so she wasn't hurting for cash. Leonard had class four days a week while Janelle and Duncan spent most of their time sunbathing by the pool. One day she finally felt comfortable enough to let him apply sun tan lotion to her back as she laid face down on her lounge chair.
He brushed her golden hair out of the way and squirted some lotion onto her shoulders. He massaged her for a while to get her more relaxed before he asked "Do you remember what you said last week about... stimulation?"
"Of course I do, sweetie," she said in a dream like way.
"I think it would help if we both got naked from now on," he said.
"You want to see me naked?" she asked as she came back to her senses.
"Only when you assist me at night. I'll ejaculate a lot quicker." He started massaging her feet and slowly worked his way up. He rapidly moved past her calves and started massaging her toned upper legs. "And you wouldn't have to worry about me staining another one of your exquisite nightgowns."
Her sexy little black bikini bottom was almost entirely sunken into the crease of her beautiful ass. "What do you think?" He couldn't help himself and started heavily massaging her baby smooth ass cheeks.
"Sweetie, I'm old enough to be your mother," she said dreamily.
"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." He moved up her body once again and started stroking the small of her back. "You're sexier than any of those supermodels in the magazines."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she purred.
"Besides," he continued. "It's not like you haven't see all of me."
"I'll think about it... if you're a good boy." Janelle then got up... much to his dismay. He had really hoped to continue the rubdown. She put her shades on and strutted onto the patio, wiggling her ass for his benefit.
Meanwhile, paranoia was begging to set in for poor old Leonard. He resorted to placing a drinking glass against the shared wall that night to try and listen in... But he heard nothing. Not a peep.
This was because Janelle and Duncan were not conversing. He sat naked on a towel at the foot of the bed while she stood before him in her nightie. Janelle took a deep breath before she reached up to hook her thumbs under the thin straps and slowly push them off her shoulders. She hesitated for a moment, and then decided to just get it over with. After the straps fell down her arms, she pulled the top down with both hands. Her sizable breasts popped free from the confines of her tight nightie. She slid her nightie all the way off her curvaceous body down to her ankles and was not wearing underwear.
He delighted in the sight of her naked figure... natural and perky breasts, curvy yet impeccably toned body, and a tight blonde bush she had neatly trimmed earlier for his benefit. Everything he dreamt she could be and more. His cock immediately sprang to attention.
"God... You are so beautiful," he told her.
"Aww... you're just being nice," she said as she placed a pillow on the floor and knelt down in front of his rock hard cock.
He handed her the bottle of lotion and she poured a glob into her palm. She rubbed her delicate hands together, and then began massaging his balls.
"Mmm... Janelle... you make me feel so much better..." he groaned.
"I'm here for you, sweetie... Always..." she assured him in an innocent voice. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft and started to swiftly stroke it up and down, not dawdling, and intent on making him cum quickly.
Meanwhile, he was in awe of her supple breasts. Her big pink nipples were nice and hard. Then he noticed her luscious lips part as if she wanted to take his prick into her mouth!!!
Her pussy was on fire as she continued to stroke him. She couldn't deny any longer that she was getting off on this. Her husband never made her this hot.
She could tell that he was already set to burst, so she picked up the pace. "Yes...cum for me...be a good boy and cum for me..." she begged. "I want to see this big thick cock spew..." She was so focused on feverishly stroking his prick that she didn't think to grab a towel.
"Oh...fuck...Janelle..." he bellowed, spraying his cum all over her tits and she was left stunned. "Shit... I'm so sorry," he said even though this was a dream come true.
"Don't worry... It's not your fault" she said as she hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Her pussy was incredibly wet and she didn't want him to see. She felt guilty for some reason, like she was taking advantage of him. As she looked at her cum soaked breasts in the mirror, she knew that she must gratify herself. She was so turned on that it wouldn't take much effort to climax.
She closed her eyes and began to caress her pussy, running her fingers over the soft folds of flesh, fantasizing about his big cock. She started to slowly finger herself, moaning softly as she circled her sensitive clit.
"Duncan..." she whispered as she brushed her fingers through his cum. She blissfully licked her fingers clean and he tasted better than her husband. She was in a frenzy and brought herself to orgasm. "Mmm..." She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning. Her juices flowed freely from her pussy and down the inside of her leg.
"Janelle, are you okay?" Duncan asked as he knocked on the door.
"Yes... just give me moment to clean up," she panted, trying to compose herself.
She exited the bathroom a few moments later wearing only her white robe. Duncan was lounged back with his hands behind his head and a satisfied grin on his face. His cock was still out in the open, now semi flaccid.
"There's no reason to be bashful around each other at this point," he said to justify the nudity. He had a suspicion that she had masturbated, but wasn't going to say anything. Why prod when she would soon be his for the taking?
"I guess you're right," she said as she dropped her robe and crawled into the bed.
"I'm definitely going to sleep great tonight," he said, watching her naked tits sway as she got comfortable and pulled the sheets up over her. "Thank you so much, Janelle. You are the best roomie ever."
"But that's our secret," she said, reaching over to kiss Duncan on the forehead.
"Leonard said you give him Eskimo kisses... to show that you love him. I've never had anyone do something so sweet for me," he said shyly.
She smiled and lovingly rubbed her nose against his before turning the lights off. They wrapped their naked bodies together as they fell to a peaceful sleep.
***
Leonard's only class for the day was cancelled, however he had no interest in going home. He was avoiding his mother. He feared that he would say or accuse her of something that he would later regret, so he sought haven at his favorite bookstore.
This is where he was discovered by Chelsea, who hadn't heard much from Duncan in the past few weeks save for a few text messages. She was curious as to what was going on with him and dreaded the possibility that he might have a new girlfriend. She found Leonard at the same table doodling in a notepad. "You never called me." She caught him by surprise. "How come?"
"Chelsea, I'm so sorry," he said as she sat down across from him. "Things have been hectic and I just haven't had time." She was wearing more conservative attire this time.
"I've never had a guy not call me." She spoke the truth.
"I wasn't trying to make history," he admitted.
"Don't worry." She leaned forward to look at his doodles. "I don't hold grudges."
"Thanks for understanding... How's work?" he asked.
"Boring... How's college?" she responded.
"Mundane as I expected," he confessed.
"Anything interesting going on in your world?" she queried.
"Well, remember we talked about Duncan Flannagan?" he begrudgingly asked.
Chelsea acted vague about it... "Yeah."
"His mother threw him out, so now he's staying with us," he explained.
"How generous of you," she said as if this was new information.
"My mom insisted," he said. "She's the patron saint of troubled youths."
"That's something to be proud of," she said with some sincere admiration.
"I guess so," he mumbled. He had mixed at best feelings towards his mother.
Chelsea could tell that he was dispirited. "Is Duncan a burden?" she asked.
"Not intentionally." He wasn't about to tell her about the sleeping arrangements.
"That's why my mom doesn't like houseguests," she said.
"A very wise woman she must be." If only his mother had that motto.
"You only say that because you don't know her," she asserted.
He wanted to change the subject. "Moving out soon?" he asked.
"After the holidays," she said. "I won't be living luxury, but I need my independence."
"Understood," he said as she stood. He wished she'd stay longer.
"My shift manning the register at the shop starts soon, so I gotta take off." Looking into his sweet eyes across the table, she decided that he wasn't such bad company for a geek.
"Did you come in here just to see me?" he asked.
"Yep... You still have my number. Call me," she said as she departed.
Finally, Leonard had a reason to smile... But not for much longer...
***
Back at home, Janelle had the place to herself. Duncan was out for the day, allegedly job hunting. It was spontaneous when she pleasured herself in the bathroom last night, now she fully intended on enjoying her private time. She always flinched when her sister suggested masturbation, but young Mr. Flannagan stirred something within. Her sex drive was experiencing a reawakening.
She made herself comfortable on the pullout couch in the lounge that unbeknownst to her had seen its fair share of masturbating on account of Billy. She wore a tight tank top and the first pair of panties that Duncan stroked his dick with. She had her cell phone in her hand as she leaned back, placing her left foot on the coffee table and right foot on the couch cushion. She took a deep breath as she slid her hand into her panties and began to rub her pussy. She then opened up a picture on her phone with her free hand. It was of Duncan by the pool in his bathing suit.
"Mmm..." she purred, slipping TWO fingers into her wet slit. "Fuck me Duncan... Fuck me hard with your thick cock..." She was thoroughly exhilarated by her fantasy. She inadvertently glanced at a framed photo of her family from last Christmas. It meant nothing to her at moment. All she thought about was being filled with Duncan's succulent seed. "Fuck me Duncan..." She planted a sloppy kiss on the screen.
"YES! YES!" She dropped her phone and pulled her top up so she could play with her stiff nipples. Her fingers were moving with the same haste as if she was jacking Duncan. She was practically grinding herself into the couch. It was such a thrill because these panties had been stained with the cum that she now desired. It was the next best thing to being penetrated by him. "Duncan... I love you... Fuck me hard with your thick cock..." She closed her eyes and climaxed.
"Oh my god..." She in took in mouthfuls of air as she removed her hand from her panties.
She picked her phone back up and stared at a shirtless Duncan with intense yearning.
***
Later that night, Janelle knelt on her pillow as she again eyed Duncan's rock hard cock. She had been counting down the minutes that day for this moment, and she was shaking with anticipation. They were both nude and the same look of desire from the night before was on her face as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft.
"Mmm... does that feel good, sweetie?" she asked.
"Oh my god... It feels amazing, Janelle," he sighed.
"Your much bigger..." she trailed off.
"Than?" he wondered.
"You're much bigger than my husband..." She wasn't sure why she told him that.
He was already dripping precum and she insuppressibly kissed the head of his dick. He knew what she wanted... what she needed. "It's all right, Janelle," he said approvingly. "I want you to..."
Then it happened... She leaned forward and steadily took his prick into her mouth. He groaned as her lips stretched around his shaft. She adjusted to its girth and began to suck him off with fervor. His cock tasted wonderful and she felt her pussy flood.
"Yes...that's it...suck it good..." he commanded as the sounds of slurping filled the room.
She was no longer conflicted with her actions. This is what they both craved. Her hands found his balls and began to squeeze them. Duncan delighted in watching her head bob up and down in his lap. The passage of time became inestimable like an actual dream.
"Oh...fuck...yeah...suck my cock!" he hollered.
Janelle panicked as his cock plopped from her lips.
"No... Hush... Lenny will hear you," she said.
"All right... I'll be quiet... just don't stop..." he begged.
Her warm lips quickly returned to his cock and he palmed the back of her head with one hand. He could feel her soft tongue on the underside of his cock, licking back and forth across the shaft. His other hand reached down and fondled her tits.
"Mmmmmm..." she purred with a mouthful of cock as he pinched and tweaked her hard nipples.
"Jesus Christ... Janelle..." He clutched her long blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" His cock swelled in her mouth and his orgasm arrived. "Holy shit! Here it comes!" The feeling was intense as she swallowed all of his cum.
Leonard then spoiled the fun by banging on the bedroom door.
"Is everything okay in there?" he asked.
Janelle shoved Duncan onto his back and tossed a blanket on top of him. "Just a minute, sweetheart..." She wiped her mouth clean and threw her white robe on. She prayed that she could get this past her son. She unlocked the door and opened it a crack. "I'm so sorry, hun. Did we wake you?"
"Yes, what the hell is all that yelling about?" he asked.
"Oh... Duncan had one of his nightmares," she said while holding her robe closed.
"Maybe you should make him some tea?" he said while trying to discern if she had anything on underneath. "That always helped dad sleep."
"No, I learned some meditation techniques from a yoga instructor." Janelle said, trying to be nonchalant. "I think we'll give that a try instead."
"Meditation?" Leonard wasn't sure what to think, especially since his mom appeared to be very flustered. He peeked around her and saw Duncan lounging on the bed with his hands behind his head and a shit-eating grin. He certainly didn't look like someone who just woke up from a nightmare.
"Yes, now go back to sleep and ignore any noises you hear," she said as she shut the door. "Goodnight and sweet dreams." She relocked the door and listened for Leonard to depart, and then she sat next to Duncan on the bed.
"I can't believe I just lied to my son," she said. "I'm so ashamed."
"You're upset... It's understandable, but I think I can help you feel much better," he said.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked. Now she was the one salivating... her pussy was sopping.
"Just close your eyes and relax. I'm going to return the favor," he whispered. He gently laid her back on the bed and opened her robe. No more playing innocent. It was time to take charge. Janelle was confused, but quite willing to allow Duncan to have his way with her.
He took position between her legs, winked, and began probing her clit with his tongue.
"Mmm...sweetie...that's so nice," she responded lustfully. He savored her pussy, but this was just foreplay. Tonight was the night. He was going to fuck her no matter what. "Mmm...oh my god...Duncan..." she moaned as his tongue went into overdrive.
"Don't stop...make me cum...please...make me cum!" she begged.
Duncan rejoiced as he heard the abandoned tone in her voice. He pulled her labia open to fully expose her clit, which he continued caressing with his tongue as she beat the back of her head against the mattress and tugged at his hair. He cupped her sweet ass and lifted her waist so he could fully invade her tasty pussy with his tongue.
"Duncan...oh...oh...oh..." she cried deliriously as he tongued fucked her to orgasm. "My husband never made me feel like this!" she exalted. Eventually her body stopped convulsing, but she was almost hyperventilating and he feared she might faint. That would have been a personal best for him. She pulled her robe off and tossed it away in an attempt to cool off.
Meanwhile, Leonard again had his ear to the cup and was listening in agony through the shared wall.
Duncan lay proudly next to Janelle for several minutes and she spied he was fully erect again.
"What are we going to do about this?" he asked, indicating his hard-on.
"My, you're such a stud..." Janelle rolled over and straddled him. "I've waited too long for this..." She positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy and gave him another Eskimo kiss as she lowered herself onto his cast-iron cock. "Oh my god..." Janelle moaned as his cock penetrated deep within her pussy. "You're so thick..." Janelle took a second to adjust, and then slowly started to ride him. They settled into a rhythm. He held onto her hips as he thrust up into her.
"Fuck me...baby...fuck me... " Janelle whispered into his ear.
"You're so beautiful...Janelle...I love you so much..." Duncan moaned as her tits rubbed against his hairy chest. He wished he had his cell phone. He wanted this moment to last forever, but he was so infatuated with her that he wouldn't last as long as he did with girls in own age like Chelsea.
"Yes...oh...god...yes..." Janelle screamed as she grinded into his cock.
"Is my cock bigger than your husbands?" he grunted as he pawed at her ass.
"Yes... Your cock is so big! My husband is nothing compared to you!" Janelle accelerated her pace. "You make me so hot!" Janelle held onto the bed frame with one hand as her tits violently bounced up and down. "Tell me you love me!"
"I've always loved you..." he proclaimed before they kissed hard and passionately.
"Yes...baby...I love you too... " Janelle sighed as her fingernails dug into his pecs. "And I love this big thick cock..." Janelle quickened her pace with the final few thrusts. "Oh my god...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." Janelle screamed as an orgasm engulfed her body.
Duncan wasn't far behind... his cock swelled and spewed hot cum deep in her hot pussy.
"Yes...fill me...baby... " Janelle moaned as the last few drops of cum emptied into her body. She collapsed on top of him and gave him a big kiss before she lay her head down on his chest. She tried to catch her breath as she remained motionless on top of him for several minutes, his wet cock still inserted into her stretched pussy and his hands caressing her ass.
"Was it worth the wait?" he proudly asked.
"Oh my god... That was the best I've ever had... I never realized how lacking my husband was..." Janelle felt drained as his cock finally slipped from her soaking pussy. "Are all the boys your age this passionate?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.
"No," he boasted as they snuggled.
"Was this is a mistake?" she asked while nibbling on his earlobe.
"No, it was meant to be," Duncan said as he kissed her again, laughing inside that his plot had been a resounding success.
"I agree," Janelle proclaimed. "This is true love."
It wasn't long before they were at it again. Leonard had to listen to the thumping and creaking of his mom's bed all night long as his asshole excuse for a friend continuously fucked her. She moaned and screamed wildly for hours on end.