Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 02
A story suggested by sa2222. All characters are over eighteen. I suppose as with any sequel, having read the first chapter is a plus. The female characters are inspired as follows... "Janelle Campbell" is Janelle Pierzina (Big Brother), "Megan Sutter" is Megan Hauserman (Rock of Love), & "Chelsea Massey" is Lauren Cohan (The Walking Dead).
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"I've...oh my god...never been fucked like this," was the sentiment of the blonde and busty Mrs. Janelle Campbell night after night. Against her better judgment, she was falling in love with the virile Duncan Flannagan... a man young enough to be her son. In fact, he WAS a friend of her eldest son Leonard. Janelle naively believed Leonard was clueless about the affair, even though she's moaning loud at night and her bed makes a lot of noise, so she insisted that she and Duncan have sex in the shower of her private bathroom this morning so Leonard couldn't hear their cries of passion.
Janelle had her back to Duncan as he soaped her 36DD breasts. "Mmm...such strong hands you have," she complimented. He then spread her legs and rubbed his cock along her pussy... which was soaking wet. "Mmm...yes...put it in me, lover boy..." she begged as he continued to tease her pussy with his massive cock. Duncan had reentered Leonard's life several weeks ago with the sole purpose of bedding his hot mom. He forced the head of his thick member into her pussy - a couple inches at a time - stretching her slit. "Yes! God! Yes!" she cried.
"Ohh...Janelle...yeah...you're so damn hot!" Duncan groaned as he started plowing into her - deep penetration - giving her as much as she could take. "You like being on the business end of my dick?" The ego trip was all part of the enjoyment for him as he rocked his hips. "Better than your husband's little dick?" Duncan mused in thought to himself.
"Mmm...yes...you're so thick...you're so FUCKING THICK..." she cried. Getting "fucked" by this strapping young man was a very different sensation than "making love" with her monotonous husband. "Oh my god...don't stop...don't ever stop FUCKING ME..." Janelle was dizzy from the pleasure and gripped the towel rack on the sliding glass door to steady her. "Mmm...Duncan...I LOVE YOU, BABY..." She felt like she was about to explode as he pounded into her.
"Ohh...I know you do..." he said with great confidence as he gritted his teeth. Duncan was back in his groove, lasting as long with Janelle as he does with his girlfriend / fuck buddy, Chelsea Massey. And he REALLY loved looking down at Janelle's perfect heart shaped ass as his glistening cock slid in and out of her pussy. He was like a conquering hero. All of Leonard's friends jerked off to Mrs. Campbell... now she was HIS slut.
"Ohh...come here, baby..." Duncan pulled out and spun her around, then penetrated her snatch from the front. He wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her in tight as he thrust into her. He also held the top of the sliding glass door with his left hand for better leverage on the slippery surface. "Ohh...fuck...you're so beautiful..." he groaned. Janelle in kind wrapped her left leg around his thigh and snapped her head back. She stared up at the ceiling tiles in a euphoric daze as her orgasm built.
Meanwhile, Leonard was in the hallway outside her bedroom. It was 7AM. He listened to her shower running and thought back to the morning when he first discovered that Duncan and his mom were sharing a bed. They hadn't become lovers YET. Maybe he could have put a stop to things if he had confronted them immediately? Instead he spoke to them separately, which was a mistake. It probably gave Duncan a chance to feed her some more bullshit about how sad and vulnerable he was. Leonard had practiced on his door and now knew how to spring the locks on all the bedroom doors. It wasn't all that difficult.
He entered his mother's bedroom and found the big empty bed, indicating they were showering together. On the hard wood floor was pair of his mother's silk panties. Duncan's boxer shorts hung on the doorknob of the bathroom door. He reminisced fondly of the innocent days when all he had to worry about was his friends - like Billy Gomez - leering at her tits and masturbating in the lounge. Leonard's plan was to confront them as they exited the bathroom. His mother was treating him like an idiot by pretending there was no affair even though he could hear everything through the shared wall. Duncan and Janelle also made lustful eyes at each other across the dinner table every night. Leonard could hardly finish his meals because he was so sick over the situation.
But he lost his nerve when he heard his mother in the throes of passion over the running water. "Oh my god...I'm cumming...I'M CUMMING..." she moaned. And this was not her first orgasm of the morning. If that wasn't bad enough... Duncan then let out a primal bellow. He must have shot his load into Janelle. Leonard had discerned that his mother was having multiple orgasms to every one of Duncan's. Leonard shed a tear as he hurried out of the bedroom.
Janelle and Duncan turned the water off and continued to kiss passionately. His hands were all over her ass as she reached down and stroked his semi-flaccid cock. She then broke off the kiss to say, "Sweetie, you don't want to be late for your first day of work." Duncan responded by cupping and groping her left breast, and sucking on her nipple. He was being aggressive by using his teeth and the sensation sent a chill down her spine. "Mmm...yes...that feels so good..." It took all of her will power to allow him to leave for his first day at his new job... which he told her was in construction.
***
Janelle had become accustom to spending her days sunbathing with Duncan by the pool and fucking him WILDLY in just about every corner of the house with the obvious exception of Leonard and Kyle's rooms. But now Duncan was out of the house and she was alone... missing him and his cock. She rescheduled her weekly marriage counseling session and made a brunch date with her rowdy younger sister, Megan Sutter. Megan has never married. Sutter was Janelle's maiden name.
Janelle had much to get of her chest and nobody to confide in. Megan was two years younger than Janelle, but had more lines under her eyes from years of hard partying. She flaunted 36DDs as well - clearly artificial - paid for by one the sugar daddies she had several years earlier. Megan also wore a bit too much make up, but she was still sexy in a slutty kind of way. A woman you'd fuck but not introduce to your family. The two blonde bombshells sipped espressos at an outdoor cafe and Megan could tell that Janelle had something to say. "Gonna bore me to death by talking about marriage counseling?" Megan asked.
"No... Actually, I cancelled this week's session." Janelle appeared ashamed. "I lied and said I was sick."
"Why would you do that?" Megan was intrigued as her girl scout of a sister rarely fibbed.
"I've... Well, I can't talk about it." Janelle hadn't been this conflicted since the separation.
"You called me," Megan pointed out. "I haven't seen a guilty look on your face like this since you told mom you were pregnant with Leonard."
"I'm... seeing someone," Janelle finally admitted.
"Yes!" Megan attracted the attention of other patrons. "You needed to get laid big time!"
Janelle was so embarrassed. "Will you please keep your voice down?" she pleaded.
"Who is he? Your husband's friend? The one sending you flowers? That would be so hot..." Megan fanned herself with a napkin. "Fucking your husband's friend while you're still technically married."
"You're a vampire," Janelle said, being both amused and offended by her baby sister.
"Am I?" Megan asked with a sinisterly sexy smile.
"Yes," Janelle confirmed.
"YOU still haven't told me who HE is." Megan was very excited. "What does he do? How did you two meet? Spill it, sister... I need some details."
"He's in construction," Janelle mumbled as she wasn't sure how much to disclose.
"Blue collar? Those are my favorites..." Megan bounced in her seat. "They come home all dirty and sweaty and ready to fuck." She was miming riding a dick much to the horror of her bashful sister.
"It's not like that..." Janelle was modest, but still felt compelled to rave about Duncan. "But, he is an animal in bed if you absolutely must know."
"Better than your husband?" Megan asked gleefully.
"That's not an appropriate question," Janelle said firmly.
"He must be BIGGER than your husband at least." Megan was about to cross a line. "I always got the impression that your husband was short in stature." Megan made a tiny gesture with her thumb and index finger.
"Can we not talk about the father of my children like that?" Janelle demanded.
"Fine, but tell me more about the new guy." Megan continued to grill Janelle. "What's his name? Does Leonard approve of him? I know that would be important to you since Leonard is a bit of a mamma's boy."
"His name is Duncan," Janelle explained. "Leonard doesn't know that we're sleeping together even though Duncan is living with us."
"What?" Megan was very confused. "If you're already living together, how could Leonard not know you're having sex with this guy?"
"Duncan is nineteen... He's a friend of Leonard's from high school," Janelle confessed.
"Holy shit! I can't believe my ears!" Megan had another outburst. "You're fucking a teenager!" Even the restaurant staff was eavesdropping at this juncture.
"I told you to keep your voice down!" Janelle begged.
"Little miss conservative, who won't even buy a vibrator is now having play dates with her son's friends." Megan couldn't remember ever hearing news this juicy. "I love it."
"I assumed you would," Janelle said. "But it's only the one friend."
"Do you have a picture?" Megan asked. Janelle took her cell phone from her purse and displayed the bathing suit photo of Duncan she had once masturbated to before she was able to fuck him for real. "He's hot. We should have a threesome with him," Megan quipped casually.
"No, that's sick." Janelle tucked her cell phone away. "Not a chance."
"No fair," Megan sulked. "When I was fucking that Hispanic busboy, I invited you to have a threesome with us. Luis thought you were a sexy bitch."
"I was happily married... at the time," Janelle stated.
"We even role played once that I was you," Megan confessed. "He fucked me good that night. You missed out on a MONSTER cock, sis."
"Not anymore because Duncan has a... monster cock," Janelle said sheepishly.
"Then you should share him like a loving sister," Megan asserted.
"It's not just sex," Janelle proclaimed. "We have a deep emotional connection."
"Lame," was all Megan had to say to that. "Only you could make fucking a teenager dull."
"No, it's not. We're falling in love with each other," Janelle explained. "That's why I can't face my husband. I can't break his heart."
"Oh, screw him. He's always been a loser," Megan said without trepidation. "All he was good for was your two wonderful sons. You may think I'm terrible, but my nephews mean the world to me. I know a divorce will upset them, but they'll endure just like we did."
"I'm so confused." Janelle became misty eyed. "I don't know what to do."
"Find happiness. Be selfish for once," Megan commanded. "Stop worrying about everyone else for a change and live your life without regret."
"I guess I have some serious thinking to do," Janelle lamented.
"I'm here for you." Megan took Janelle's hand. "You're the bestest big sister and I love you."
"Thanks, I love you too." Janelle then took a napkin and dabbed her eyes.
"Can you...um..." Megan was beating around the bush.
"What?" Janelle wondered what her wicked sister would ask next.
"Send me shirtless pics of your boy-toy to use on lonely nights?" Megan implored.
"What? Really? No... You are such a tramp" Janelle snickered to her baby sister.
"That's a bold statement coming from a cradle robber like you," Megan teased back.
Megan put Janelle somewhat at ease. She was absolutely encouraged to continue her relationship with Duncan, but had no simple way of confessing to her two sons and estranged husband.
***
Duncan spent many hours at his alleged construction job each day and was always paid in cash. Janelle still missed their "quality time" but was proud that her young lover was making something of himself. Leonard took some solace that Duncan might be moving on with his life - and out of their house - soon if he had some money in his pocket.
Leonard and Janelle ate breakfast in silence. Both were deep in thought. Would she confess? Would he confront her? He was dressed for class while she was in her white cotton robe... with virtually nothing underneath. Finally, she decided to break the ice. "Meet any nice girls since you started college?" she asked.
"A few," was all he said.
"Any potential girlfriends?" she prodded maternally.
"I guess... I don't know." Leonard didn't want to talk about relationships.
Janelle smiled and said, "I bet there's a special girl who you're sweet on."
"Well, there is this girl... Chelsea," he explained. "We met back in high school, but only started hanging out recently."
"Cool," Janelle said in an awkward attempt to seem like a hip mom. "Chelsea is a pretty name."
Duncan then came downstairs and entered the kitchen, carrying a decorative gift bag.
"Good morning," said a chipper Janelle to the new man of the house.
"Heading to work?" Leonard asked Duncan bluntly.
"Not yet," Duncan said. "My foreman gave me the morning off."
"Great." Janelle felt her pussy start to moisten at just the thought of time alone with Duncan.
But Leonard's heart sunk. He knew what would happen. "What's with the bag?" he asked.
"For you, Mrs. Campbell," Duncan declared. "To show my appreciation for your hospitality."
"That's so sweet, Duncan, but you didn't have to do that," she assured him.
"Yeah, you should be SAVING your money," Leonard urged him.
"But I feel like I owe you." Duncan handed the gift bag to Janelle. She opened it up and removed a two piece leopard print bikini. Leonard was both stunned and outraged... wanting to stick the handle of his spoon into Duncan's eye.
"Oh...well...it's very nice." She couldn't believe Duncan gave her this in front of Leonard.
"Try it on," Duncan insisted. "I want to make sure it fits."
"Okay, but I'm going to reimburse you," she said. "Leonard's right. You should be saving your money, especially since you're working so hard for it." Janelle took the bikini with her upstairs. Duncan then rummaged through the refrigerator as if what he just did was normal.
"A bathing suit? A bikini no less?" Leonard asked. "Seriously?"
"I was gonna get her a sun hat for when she gardens, but they look silly. Like they're for old ladies," Duncan explained. "Listen, your mom is a young mom, so she gets a young present. Something fun to match her personality. Know what I mean?"
"Dude, not to sound like a jerk, but how much longer will you be crashing here?" Leonard demanded to know. "It's been well over a month. Aren't you embarrassed to still be mooching off us?"
Duncan kept his focus on the refrigerator and said, "Relax... Not much longer."
Leonard was staring a hole though Duncan. His insides were burning.
"Duncan, bring my purse up here so I can give you the money," Janelle called from upstairs. Duncan abandoned Leonard in the kitchen and grabbed the purse from the living room before hurrying upstairs. He knocked on her bedroom door before entering. He was keeping up the facade for Janelle's sake and not Leonard's. He opened door and saw her in front of her vanity mirror... wearing nothing but the bikini and admiring her immaculate reflection.
"I used to have dreams like this..." Duncan said as he looked over her body.
"Summer is over," she said as she gazed back at him though his reflection in the mirror. "I was going to cover the pool today."
"Tomorrow." He dropped her purse on the bed and came up behind her. "Let's enjoy the pool one last time. It was a magical summer." He wrapped his arms around her - brushed her golden hair out of the way - and planted soft kisses on her neck.
"Okay..." she purred. "But you should've waited until Leonard left for class."
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself... Forgive me?" he asked as started rubbing her crotch through her bikini bottom and his growing erection poked her in the backside.
Leonard could hear his mother giggling as he hurried out the front door. She was still a married woman. How could Duncan corrupt her like this? How could SHE let it happen? He could barely make sense of the situation let alone formulate any retaliation.
The coast was now clear, so Janelle and Duncan headed into the backyard after he changed into his swim trunks. It wasn't too bright, but she still applied sun block to his torso as he relaxed on a lounge chair. She then laid a towel on the ground and knelt down in front of him.
Janelle's hands slid up his thighs and tugged on his trunks. "For old time's sake..." she said as he sat up just enough for her to slide his trunks down and then sat back down once his erect cock was exposed. She then undid her bikini top and unveiled her spectacular 36DDs in broad daylight. It was a weekday, but this was brazen as there was still a chance that one of the neighborhood desperate housewives could spy this.
Duncan looked down and watched her take his member and put it inside her tits. "Mmm...I think about this cock every day..." Janelle squeezed her breasts even tighter over his cock. "I've been missing this cock so bad..." It seemed she wanted an early release and she started playing with his balls.
"And I've been missing these tits..." he said as he reached down to fondle her breasts.
His cell phone was in arms reach on small piece of patio furniture. He grabbed it with his free hand and started filming her breasts with his dick in between them. Eat your heart out, Billy Gomez. Duncan had trouble keeping his hand steady as she jacked his cock with her big round tits for several minutes.
"Come on, baby... Cum for me... I love watching you cum..." she begged.
The titty fuck became more intense and Duncan obliged Janelle by spraying hot cum in between her boobs. Duncan was quite satiated as Chelsea's perky tits could not provide this service. Janelle got a spurt or two in her mouth and lips, but she angled it so the rest got on her upper chest and tits. Duncan ended his video with a shot of his cum coating her chest and tanned skin.
"You won't show that to anyone, will you?" she asked.
"No, of course not," he assured her. "It's just something to watch on my breaks."
"You'll drive yourself crazy fantasying about these," she said, flaunting her big tits.
"I'm gonna fantasize anyway," he jested. "Might as well have the video." Duncan turned Janelle around and gave her a light spank, which she enjoyed. He put his phone down and then they dove into the pool to clean off. Janelle knew her lust was getting the better of her. She wasn't ashamed of her feelings for Duncan, but had to take into account how they might affect those she cared about... her family.
***
Janelle needed some sage advice... beyond her sister's. She called up her marriage counselor and asked if it was all right for her to have a private session. Dr. Timothy Boothe fit her into his schedule at noon and agreed to be discreet and not inform her husband. Not standard practice, but he had no qualms about making an acceptation for Janelle... his favorite patient. She entered his office at the agreed upon time and he rose to greet her.
"Welcome, Janelle," said a cordial Timothy. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you, Dr. Boothe." Janelle got cozy on the sofa across from his high back chair.
"Call me, Timothy," he insisted as he sat down. "No need for such formalities."
"All right." She was perplexed as he had always been "Dr. Boothe" in their prior sessions.
"What can I do for you, Janelle?" What he WANTED to do was bend her over the arm of the sofa and fuck the living shit out of her. As with most men, Timothy struggled to maintain eye contact and not leer at her flawless tits.
"Where's your receptionist?" Janelle queried.
"Oh, this is her lunch hour," Timothy explained.
"Well, this has been a bizarre time in my life," she admitted.
"You've been very distant during our last few sessions." Timothy made notes on his clipboard. "Usually it's the husband who is withdrawn. What happened to your enthusiasm?" He also started doodling little hearts around her name.
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"Don't you?" Timothy raised an eyebrow. "What's the truth, Janelle?"
"Have you ever advised patients to see other people during their separation?" she asked.
"There have been instances where I've recommended that, but it's rarely the way to go." An alarm went off in his head. He had always fantasized about seducing one of his female patients. Janelle, most of all. He always rushed to the men's room to jerk off immediately following her sessions.
"I see..." Janelle didn't want to disclose anything else.
"Have you been seeing someone?" he asked.
"Um...no...I just..." she stammered.
"Are you considering it?" he continued to prod.
"No...It was just a hypothetical," she said unconvincingly.
Timothy laid his clipboard down - face down to hide his hearts - and sat up. "Janelle, I doubt you would've come down here today for a hypothetical." He walked over to the sofa and planted himself next to her... invading her personal space.
"Okay, I have met someone," she confessed.
"Is it serious?" He wanted to know for his own personal edification.
"I don't know." She looked like a deer in the headlights. "I'd rather not say."
"Hmm... I gather you have some wild oats to sow?" He was starting to get a hard-on.
"Maybe... We were married so young. Before I got a chance to live." She tried to inch away without being too obvious. She didn't want to offend him. "Not that I regret the life I've lead. I love my children."
"I'm sure you do," he said. "Obviously, you're a wonderful mother. A born nurturer."
"Thank you for saying so." He was laying the flattery on a little thick and she could tell.
"So, are you looking for a fling or to start over with another man?" he asked daringly.
"I'm afraid to answer that question." He actually touched a nerve. "I try to avoid the issue."
"You can't avoid it forever," he explained. "You need to face your future."
"I know..." she agreed.
"I have a radical notion. A new form of counseling..." He was about to put his wicked plan into effect. "Do you recall how I had you and your husband role play as one another as way to vent your frustrations?"
"Yes," she said, puzzled by where he was going with this.
"Perhaps we should role play as two people on a first date?" he suggested.
"You and I? Now?" She was nonplus to the whole idea. "I don't know about that."
"How about we meet Friday night at Cafe La Isabella's for a simulated date?" he offered.
"Simulated?" She watched him write the address on a card. "Um...No, I don't think so."
"I think it would be best for you and your husband." He handed her the card in spite of her understandable reservations. "The sooner you figure things out; the better off you'll both be."
"Can I think about it and get back to you?" She prayed this would satisfy him.
"Very well," he compromised while smelling her perfume. "I'm here to help."
"Should we discuss this with my husband at our next session?" she asked.
"Let's keep it between us until you have more time to ruminate," he treaded softly.
"Okay," she said and that ended the private session.
Janelle exited quickly and Timothy continued his self gratifying ritual in the men's room. Janelle became more and more incensed on the drive home in her feminine red Lamborghini SUV. How dare he try and take advantage of her? To think she would betray the man she loved? That anything could come between herself and Duncan... the man she was clearly destined to be with? The only real man she had ever known. Not once on the drive did she at all consider her husband's feelings. Timothy had inadvertently pushed her further into the arms of Duncan.
***
Autumn was always Leonard's favorite time of year. He never enjoyed the warm weather, but he wasn't enjoying much of anything as of late. At least his mother was alone during the day and he could keep an eye on Duncan at night. He also heard from Billy Gomez for the first time in months.
With Halloween approaching, Billy wanted to resume a tradition of going to parties in Star Wars themed costumes. Leonard was dispirited, but perked up when Billy mentioned that Chelsea would be at the party. A double-edged sword. He wanted to see Chelsea, but didn't want to leave Duncan and Janelle alone all night. Maybe he should invite Duncan to the party? But did he want Duncan hanging around Chelsea? He gave it some thought and decided that if his mother wanted to be an idiot and risk her marriage over an affair with an asshole, then the hell with her. He was an adult now and was going to start leading his own life.
Billy picked Leonard up in a camper van before Duncan returned from his "job." Billy was Han Solo and Leonard was Chewbacca as a result of a coin flip. Billy thought about asking to use the bathroom or for a glass of water, so he could steal some glances at Janelle. He wondered what she was for Halloween? Maybe she could have been Princess Leah in her golden slave girl bikini to keep with the Star Wars theme? But since this was a reunion of sorts, Billy decided to not irk Leonard.
Leonard wasn't sure whose house the party was being held at, but once they arrived he kept the Chewie mask off, so Chelsea would easily recognize him. Billy initially hassled him about the mask, but mellowed after a few beers. Leonard mingled - as much as a shy withdrawn bookworm does - until he crossed paths with Chelsea, who was garbed as Catwoman... or more aptly described as sexy lingerie with cat ears thrown on.
"Hey, cutie!!" Chelsea was enjoying a cocktail. "Happy Halloween!!"
"Hey," responded a nervous Leonard. "Happy Halloween."
"My favorite holiday." She seemed tipsy, but not drunk. "How 'bout you?"
"It is now," he said as he admired her provocative costume.
She liked the attention and posed for him. "See anything you like?"
"You look great," he said as he blushed. "Cool costume."
"What are you?" She looked him up and down. "Like a monkey or something?"
"Or something..." Leonard just wasn't a smooth talker.
"You're so bashful." Luckily, she didn't mind. "I think that's adorable."
"So, still working at the dress shop?" he asked.
"No, I'm a hostess," she explained. "Working nights at Cafe La Isabella's."
"I hear that's a fancy place." Thank heavens this baggy Wookie costume hid his boner as he drank in her scantily clad body. "Good for you, Chelsea."
"Yeah, but I really had to finagle to get tonight off." She finished her drink and inched closer to him. "Working every night and sleeping during the day for months."
"Still living at home?" he wondered.
"No, I moved into that apartment downtown sooner than expected," she bragged.
"Cool," and that was the last he got to say to her at the party. Her friend Amanda - a real mother hen type bitch - dressed in a gaudy Moulin Rouge ensemble whisked Chelsea away. He didn't want to seem clingy, so he didn't pursue. He felt this meeting was a step in the right direction as this was the first time they had a conversation that didn't involve the name Duncan Flannagan.
***
Back at home, Janelle and Duncan were having a Halloween celebration of their own. Duncan was not dressed up for the occasion. He sat naked on the love seat in Janelle's bedroom... his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Wings of Desire" by Strawpeople played on the radio.
Janelle then exited the bathroom wearing a plaid mini skirt, a snug white satin blouse, thigh high silk stockings, and pair of black pumps. She also had her hair in pigtails and sported reading glasses. Whether she guised as slutty teacher or a catholic school girl was irrelevant to Duncan. Her blouse was semi-transparent and her pink nipples were perceptible. His cock was aching and he gave himself a couple strokes as he admired her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Naughty boy..." she scolded.
"Sorry." He loved how adventurous she had become.
"Trick or Treat?" she asked as she sauntered around the love seat.
"Treat..." he was more than happy to reply.
Janelle came back around the front of the love seat. She reached beneath her mini skirt and slowly peeled her thong panties down. "Before you get to fuck this pussy...you're gonna eat this pussy." She let the panties fall around her ankles and stepped out of them. "Down on the floor..." she commanded.
"Yes, ma'am" Duncan said with great vigor.
Janelle lifted the hem of her skirt and let him get a look at her neatly trimmed blonde pussy. Duncan licked his lips at the sight of that pretty little snatch. He was entranced and his hard cock continued to pulse.
"What are you waiting for?" Janelle asked in a sultry voice.
Duncan slid out of the love seat and went to his knees. "That's a good boy," Janelle said as she stroked the top of his head, then pulled his face between her thighs. He gave her pussy a soft kiss.
"Mmm...that's right..." Janelle purred. She spread her feet apart a few inches further, looking down at his head as he started to lick her trim little pussy lips. "Eat that pussy...eat it good..." Duncan stuck the tip of his tongue between her lips and pushed a half inch inside of her hot slit.
"Oh...Duncan!" Janelle exclaimed. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her crotch, rotating her hips slightly. "Mmmmmm..." he murmured as he ate her cunt. She had the yummiest snatch he'd ever tasted... surpassing even Chelsea.
"That's so good..." Janelle whispered. "Keep that up and you're gonna make me cum, baby..." He pushed his tongue as far up her as he could. He badly wanted to earn HIS Halloween treat. "Oh...that's right," Janelle gasped. She started undulating herself against his mouth. "You're a good little pussy licker..."
"Oh...oh...fuck!" Janelle whimpered - her eyes closing - the orgasm that shot through her was sudden and violent. "Oh my god...Duncan..." She clutched his head to keep from falling. She felt a little gush of wetness inside her and she sighed contently.
Janelle helped him up and pushed him back into the love seat, her knees shaking as the orgasm she'd just had left her gasping for breath... her firm breasts heaving underneath her blouse. She shook her head, giving him a little smile. "You just earned yourself a treat... the best fuck of your life," she said in a voice bursting with lust. "You just let me do my thing, baby..." Janelle turned around and straddled him with her knees on the love seat and her hands on her thighs.
"Yes..." Duncan croaked, watching as she started lowering herself down to where his throbbing cock waited. "Fuck me...you hot little slut...fuck that big dick." Duncan was begging a woman... probably for the first time in his life. "Sit on it, baby. Sit on my cock..."
She pulled up her skirt and leaned back until his cock impaled her. He grabbed her waist and started to thrust up into her and she started riding him reverse cowgirl style on the love seat for several minutes. "OHH...YES! GOD! YES!!!" she moaned over and over. She even ripped her blouse open and her big tits were bouncing and wobbling all over the place, and her pigtails were bouncing to the fucking rhythm.
"FUCK ME! DUNCAN! FUCK MEEEE!!!" she moaned as he reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits. She was now leaning back into him as he held her on his cock. Duncan then reached one hand down - underneath her mini skirt - and started to rub her clit... she soon exploded again while digging her fingernails into his thighs. The pain only spurred him on.
"OHH...JESUS CHRIST!!!" she moaned louder as she now bucked back and forth wildly almost with the intent to break the seat. Just when she thought Duncan couldn't bring her to any greater sexual heights. "YES! FILL ME BABY! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM!!!" she moaned, continuing to buck wildly... not satisfied unless Duncan would cum too.
"YEAH! RIDE ME! RIDE MY BIG FUCKING COCK!!!" Duncan moaned as he gripped her hips and thrust up harder. He lasted another few minutes before granting her with what she craved. "AHH...FUCK...I'M CUMMING..." he groaned as he pulled her hips down and squirted his cum into her hot pussy. He continued to pump up into her until he could milk his cock no longer.
"Oooohhhhh... ummmmm..." she said as she relaxed on his cock and laid back on his chest.
"Happy Halloween, Mrs. Campbell?" he asked while squeezing her big tits a few more times.
"Yes... especially with a big, hard cock like yours, baby..." she cooed as he cradled her.
***
Janelle continued going through the motions of marriage counseling even though her heart just wasn't in it. She never took Timothy up on his offer nor did she inform her husband of what the good doctor was up to. She was at counseling when Duncan dropped by the house - when he was supposed to be working - to grab a six pack he'd left in the fridge. He then heard keys jiggling in the front door, which opened on its own as he'd not left it locked. Megan entered the living room carrying tupperware full of leftovers.
She was wearing low cut jeans and a pink tank top with spaghetti thin straps. An ensemble more appropriate for a younger woman, but she managed to pull it off. Since she discovered the door unlocked, she was searching for whoever was home. "Janelle? Leonard?" she called out. Duncan then stepped out of the kitchen with the beers and they caught each other off guard.
"Hey," Duncan said as he was quickly impressed by her curves.
"Oh...hi...Duncan?" she asked even though she recognized him from his photo.
"Yeah," he confirmed as his thick nine inch dick twitched. "And you are?"
"I'm Megan... Janelle's sister." She was hoping he'd heard about her.
"Nice to meet you," he said politely. "How did you know who I was?"
"Janelle mentioned that a friend of Leonard's was living here temporarily." She modeled herself for him as best she could with the plastic containers in her hands. "I brought these over for Janelle and Leonard. I was just going to leave them in the fridge."
"Well, let me help you..." Duncan placed his beers on the dining room table and relieved Megan of the tupperware. She gazed at his bulging muscles as he carried them into the kitchen. He made room for the leftovers in the fridge, then quickly rejoined her in the living room.
"Thank you," she said appreciatively. "Those would've been too heavy for my brother-in-law."
"Yeah, so I've heard." They both laughed mockingly at the man who pays the mortgage.
"So, you're a construction worker?" she asked.
"Yeah, on my lunch break," he clarified. "Was gonna bring these beers for my buddies."
"A man after my own heart," she praised. "Never too early to start a party."
"I'm in no rush." He displayed the six pack. "Join me?"
"Sure," she delighted. He motioned to the couch and they both sat down. He checked out her ass just as she sat - and her tank top rode up - and saw her sexy g-string and tramp stamp exposed. A woman after HIS own heart indeed. They each cracked open a beer and guzzled the suds. Both experienced drinkers.
"Is that your beat up station wagon out front?" she inquired.
"Yeah, it's a piece of crap but whatever." He chugged the rest of his beer and crushed the can. "I noticed your ink." He was obviously referring to her slutty lower back tattoo.
"Yeah?" She was not at all coy. "You like what you see?" She set her beer down on the coffee table and stood. She then turned around and lifted her shirt - positioning her ass directly in front of his face - just enough for him to examine her body art. He placed his strong hands on her alluring hips - as if was trying for a better look at the tattoo - and considered pulling her down onto his lap.
"Not bad," he complimented. "Leonard never mentioned having a sexy aunt." Duncan released her and she sat back down... somewhat disappointed and confused that he hadn't tried to feel her up more. She was getting older and not attracting men his age anymore. Too much competition from younger women. What did Janelle have that she didn't? She's never been jealous of her sister before.
Megan could discern the bottom half off his bicep dragon tattoo. "I showed you mine..." He obliged and rolled up his sleeve so she could see the design in all its glory. She scooted closer to him. "Mmm...that's hot..." she said as she ran her fingers down his arm just as her sister once had.
"Another beer?" he asked while basically eye fucking her.
"I shouldn't..." She felt her pussy moisten. "I'm driving..."
"What else did Janelle tell you about me?" Duncan knew by how Megan salivated that Janelle told her everything. That he was packing a mammoth in his pants AND knew how to use it. But was Megan testing his fidelity? Was this a trap? Or would she betray her sister?
"Nothing," she said while spying the massive tent he was pitching in his jeans.
"I can't get over how sexy you are..." he whispered into her ear and she giggled.
"Janelle should have warned me what a charmer you are..." Megan began rubbing his thigh though his jeans and then he started to kiss between her temple and ear. "Umm...what time does Leonard get home?" she asked as he continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. He knew with that question that she wanted him... that she needed his cock. She was a slut who needed validation. Not much of a challenge - which he usually preferred - but he could be charitable and give her a pity fuck.
"I'm not sure..." He then reached up with his free hand and gripped her chin. "I'm not too worried about it..." He turned her face to him and planted a kiss on her lips.
All the encouragement that Megan needed and she stuck her tongue into his mouth. Their lips started to smack as their tongues wrestled and she feverishly rubbed his dick through his jeans. He didn't hesitate to reach both hands down and grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. She then wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced in a long wet kiss.
He continued to paw at her ass as they made out. Her legs shifted a bit, and she was now practically lying on top of him. He stopped kissing her to whisper, "Did you come around hoping that I'd fuck you?" She didn't respond. She just smiled her naughty smile and kissed him back.
His hands moved up from her ass and slipped under her tank top. They continued kissing and his hands were roaming all over her back and chest, searching for the clasp on her bra. She had moved her leg over so that she was now straddling him on the couch. He pulled up on her tank top, but then they were alerted to chatter outside the house. It was Leonard exchanging pleasantries with the mailman. Duncan pushed Megan off and they tried composing themselves.
Leonard entered the house and caught them on the couch. His aunt's lipstick smudged.
"Aunt Megan?" Once again he was thrown for a loop.
"Hi, sweetie." She was quite flustered. "I dropped off some leftovers and met your friend."
"Shouldn't you be at work?" he scowled at Duncan.
"Lunch break," Duncan said smugly.
"But I have to get going now," Megan asserted. "Tell your mom I said hi."
"I gotta take off too..." Duncan added. "I'll walk you out."
Megan stood and kissed her nephew on the cheek as she headed for the door. Duncan followed her - leaving the beers behind - and brushing Leonard off as they exited. Leonard wiped her lipstick off his face and was agitated. He went to the window and watched them depart in their respective vehicles. Megan was in much more of a hurry than Duncan, who was cool and collected as usual.
Leonard realized that Duncan wasn't a problem that you could just ignore and hope would go away. Despite any anger he felt toward his mother, he was going to attempt to bring her back to reality and rid their family of Duncan Flannagan. He couldn't tell his mom about what may have occurred between Duncan and Aunt Megan. They would've devolved into a white trash family and ended up on the news - or Jerry Springer - like Duncan's family once had.
***
Leonard decided his best course of action would be to get his mom and dad back together, so that everything could go back to normal and Duncan would be out of the picture. He called his mother into his bedroom in the morning after Duncan had already left for work. He asked her join him on the bed. Janelle was in jean shorts and a yellow t-shirt, her classic gardening attire.
"Is something the matter?" she asked.
"How's marriage counseling going?" he inquired.
"Good... We're making progress." She didn't sound too convincing.
"It doesn't seem that way," he said candidly.
"Lenny... hun... it's complicated." She wasn't sure what to say.
"Will you do something for me?" He was very solemn.
"Anything," she assured him.
"I made reservation for you and dad tomorrow night at Gianni's Ristorante," he said.
"Gianni's? That's where your father and I got engaged," she reminisced.
"I know. Dad told me the story a bunch of times." He was also nostalgic.
"Lenny, heeling a marriage is a process," she explained. "Not a quick fix."
"Do you love me?" he asked forthright.
"Of course, I do. You're my special guy," she said in all honesty.
"Then you'll do this for me?" He appeared so despondent.
Janelle agreed by giving her son an Eskimo kiss. The first touching moment they've shared like this weeks... since the night he heard her fucking Duncan for the first time. Leonard wanted his mother back. He wanted his old life back. In addition to the dinner reservations, he got her a spa day and she got her nails and hair done for the big date. She also bought herself an expensive, sexy dress for the occasion. An Egyptian blue halter gown with a deep v-neck.
***
Janelle kept Duncan in the dark in regards to the date. She was alone in her bedroom at 6PM - wearing white lace bra and panties - putting women half her age to shame. The halter gown was laid on her bed. She stared at the gown and guilt began to sink in. If she was going to attempt reconciliation with her husband, it was only fair that she inform her lover. She picked up her cell phone off the dresser and dialed his number.
"What's up?" he answered nonchalantly.
"Um...I have to tell you something" she stammered.
"Well, can it wait?" He was speaking softly. "I really can't talk now."
"I'm having dinner with my husband tonight," she revealed.
"What?" He was truly dumbfounded. Not expecting this whatsoever.
"I have to give my marriage one last chance," she decreed.
"Okay...um...hang on..." He sounded panicky. "I'll be right there."
"No, I don't think that would be best," she tried to explain.
"I'm coming over." He disconnected before she could argue further.
Duncan raced to the house in his rustic station wagon. He arrived within twenty minutes, hurried upstairs and found her in front of her vanity mirror - applying her makeup - and wearing the gown. She refused to turn and face him.
"What's going on?" he wanted to know.
"You shouldn't be here." She kept her back to him. "You'll lose your job."
"I don't care about that... You said you loved me." he reminded her.
"You should be with a younger woman. I'm too old for you." It pained her to say.
"Isn't that MY decision?" He always knew to make a valid point when manipulating her.
"Duncan..." Her eyes swelled.
"Okay, you have every right to go to dinner with your husband," he seemed genuinely distraught. Not that a narcissist like him could understand anything like love, but he felt possessive of her. He'd worked so hard to seduce her after years of fantasizing. "But can I kiss you one last time... just in case it is the LAST time?"
"All right..." She finally turned and approached him by the bed - trembling - lost in his gaze.
Janelle leaned in and Duncan grabbed her, pulled her in and gave her a real deep hot wet kiss. It was a real lover's kiss, a full open-mouth kiss that lasted, lips locked tightly together, tongue-in-mouth kiss. Duncan wanted leave an impression with this intense and sensuous kiss. Similar to how he kissed her sister a few days prior.
Janelle reciprocated... kissing him and sliding her tongue into her young lover's mouth and holding him tight. Duncan sucked her tongue... she was hot and wet instantly. Her nipples were on fire too. They made out for several minutes. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, hands gripping the back of each other's heads tightly, manipulating for deeper tonguing.
Billy's camper van then pulled up outside to drop Leonard off. Leonard saw both the crappy station wagon and his mom's SUV parked out front. He told Billy that they'd talk later and he rushed into the house. He'd assumed his mother would be on her way by now - being that the reservations were for 7:30PM - and that Duncan wouldn't be around till much later. He assumed wrong. From the bottom of the stairs he could hear the all too familiar sound of thumping from his mother's room. He ascended the stairs with the intention of punching Duncan square in the face.
He opened her bedroom door and saw Duncan having his way with his mom - banging her from behind - while she's all dressed up. "Mmmmphhhh!!!" she moaned - with her lovely gown hiked up around her waist and lace panties down around her ankles - as Duncan plunged his thick cock into her soaking wet pussy.
Leonard was stunned as he watched his mother get fucked doggy style at the foot of the bed she once shared with his father. Janelle was too engulfed in the hard fucking she was taking to notice her son had arrived.
"OOOHHHH GOD!! OHHH GOD!!" she moaned uncontrollably while the slapping sounds of their flesh filled the room. Duncan did notice Leonard, so he gave him a grin and wink, and started treating Janelle like a slut - pulling her fixed up hair back - while Leonard was too shocked to move.
"OOOHH! UGGGHHH!!! OOOHHHH!!! OOOHHHH GOD!! OHHH GOD!!" she started bellowing as Duncan had reached around her waist so that he could stimulate her clit. This drove Janelle wild... she couldn't believe how naughty this was, and how good it felt. She probably couldn't even tell you her husband's name at this moment. She was now rocking her hips back and forth, making her ass cheeks jiggle as she met Duncan's thrusts.
"Ohh...fuck...think about this big dick when you see your husband!!!" Duncan said while continuing to finger her clit. "You've traded up from his tiny little dick!!!"
Leonard knew those cheap shots at his father where directed at him as well.
"OOOOHHH!!! GOOODDD!!! UGGGGHHH!!! OOOOHHH!!!" She continued, her orgasm about to erupt. Duncan kept pinching her clit, and he didn't have to move his hips anymore as she was fucking him now. Back and forth her body went, pumping Duncan's cock in her tight pussy. Her big tits swung wildly with her thrusts. She didn't care about the rough treatment nor those slanderous comments about her husband... all she cared about right now was cumming.
Leonard finally walked away in disbelieve. It was a lost cause.
"OOOOOHHH!!! UGGGGHHH!!! UGGGGHHH!!! UGGGGHHH!!! UGGGHHHH!!!" she bellowed as her orgasm finally erupted. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her whole body spasmed and shook as she moaned louder than she has ever done in her life. Duncan resumed pounding her as hard as he could since he was close to cumming. He wished Lenny had stuck around to enjoy the show of Janelle's body convulsing with an orgasm.
"OOOOHHH!!! GOOODDD!!! DUNCAN!!!" she moaned. Her eyes were closed and her face had a look of ecstasy. Her big tits kept wobbling rapidly back and forth.
"OOOOHHH!!! FUCKING HELL...JANELLE...I'M ABOUT TO CUM!!!" Duncan said as the feel of her tight pussy quivering on his dick put him over the top. He was recklessly fucking the matriarch of the Campbell family as his eyes rolled back in his head.
"OOOOOHHH!!! UGGGGHHH!!! UGGGGHHH!!!" the blonde bombshell moaned as her orgasm passed. She was glad he was about to cum because her pussy was already feeling sore.
"AAAHHHH...FUCK!!!" he groaned as he continued grabbing her blonde hair and roughly pulling her head back. "OOOOOHHHH...FUCK...HERE IT COMES!!!" She was still rocking her hips back and forth, meeting his thrusting, as her flawless ass cheeks jiggled. Her tits were flying up, down, left, and right as he roughly fucked her like there was no tomorrow.
The scene was so incredibly hot, Duncan couldn't control himself any longer. He pulled his soaking wet cock out of her pussy and aimed it at her ass. As soon as he reached down with his other hand to grab his cock, he erupted. His cum exploded out of his prick, shooting on her beautiful ass... a few drops even stained the back of her expensive new gown.
"Ohhh...fuck...is this my pussy!!?" he shouted as he jerked his spewing cock off, bathing her backside in cum. He finally let go of her hair, and her head fell forward and thumped down on that mattress. With that hand, he violently smacked her right ass cheek hard, while his cum dripped down her legs. "I asked if this pussy belongs to me!!?"
"Ohhh...yes...my pussy belongs to you..." He had almost fucked her into a stupor with her hair disheveled and her lipstick smudged.
She tried to compose and clean herself up over the next half hour. She didn't head out the door until almost 7:30, meaning that she'd be way late for dinner with her husband. She never even realized that Leonard was home.
Leonard stayed in his room and stewed. He was heartbroken. Duncan stayed in Janelle's room and took a nice nap for the next couple of hours. He didn't bother to shower. Janelle returned home before 10PM, so the date couldn't have been too successful. Leonard heard Janelle and Duncan fucking for the rest of the night. So much for his bright idea.
***
The next morning, Janelle felt terrible that her date didn't go well as a result of lack of effort on her part. Especially since Leonard had put so much energy into setting up a magical evening, so she decides it was finally time to tell her son about her affair. Duncan agreed and offered to do it with her for the emotional support. He really wanted to witness the reveal because he thought it was freaking hilarious. Leonard not only knew about the affair, but also caught them fucking doggy style just twelve short hours ago.
They waited at the kitchen table for Leonard to wake up. Duncan was wearing Leonard's father's old bathrobe... which Leonard and Kyle had purchased for Father's Day several years ago. Janelle was too focused on preparing to face her son to think twice about her husband's robe. She wore a sexy piece of lingerie... an accented blue corset with black trim to swathe her crotch. Duncan had purchases this article of clothing not long after the leopard print bikini. He must have been making good money at this construction gig.
Of course, they couldn't keep their hands off each other for long. It was like they were in heat. She eventually sat in his lap and started feeding him grapes. Leonard made his way down to the kitchen and caught his mom giving Duncan an Eskimo kiss. She had been betraying his father... now she was betraying him too. Janelle was startled by her son, but Duncan held her on his lap.
"Oh... Good morning, sweetheart," she stuttered.
"Good morning." Leonard was staring a hole through them both... not just Duncan.
"I guess you're wondering what this is all about?" She motioned for her son to have a seat.
"Not really," Leonard said while sitting down across from them.
"You know I've had mixed emotion about reconciling with you father," she reasoned.
"Because there's something going on between you two?" he asked rhetorically.
"Yes, but it's not what you think," she assured. "We have a genuine rapport."
"And I don't want you think I'm after her money," Duncan asserted.
"No, no one thinks that," Janelle said quickly coming to her lover's defense.
Leonard thought about telling Duncan to remove his father's robe, but felt that there was enough skin already on display at this table. Meanwhile, Duncan growing erection was starting to draw Janelle's attention.
"What about the age difference?" Leonard asked validly.
"People will judge without a doubt, but the heart wants what it wants," she proclaimed.
"Are you going to tell dad?" he demanded to know.
"Yes," she promised.
"When?" Leonard continued the interrogation. "Today?"
"Soon... I need to be delicate," she explained. "Sensitive to his feelings."
"I don't expect you to be cool with this anytime soon, but I hope for the best," said Duncan. While telling Leonard all this, Duncan was smiling and moving his hands all over Janelle's hot revealed thighs.
"Who doesn't?" Leonard showed no emotion. "I need to get ready for class."
"Thank you for be so mature about this." Janelle pouted to her son. "I love you, sweetie."
Leonard took his poker face with him upstairs and got ready for class. He left home without saying goodbye to his mother, but caught a glance of Janelle and Duncan making out in the kitchen as she straddled him on the chair. Her hand was stroking his cock while he sucked on her tit that was extracted from the corset. They couldn't even wait for him to leave... the final insult.
***
Leonard realized he has to end this... Duncan as his dad? Not happening. So he decided he would need to dig up dirt on Duncan in order to show his mom who the "real" Duncan Flannagan was. Leonard borrowed Billy's camper van and followed Duncan for a couple days and discovered that he never went to this alleged construction job, and he actually goes over to an apartment building downtown and spends his days there.
Duncan returned to the Campbell household every night, claiming to be worn out from this phony grueling manual labor. Whose apartment was he going to? Some other poor bastard's mother? If he had no income, how could he afford gifts for Janelle? Was he doing something illegal?
Leonard eventually saw Duncan arguing with an elderly woman while he was entering the building and she was exiting. Leonard flagged the woman down and asked her some pertinent questions. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry to trouble you, but do you know that gentleman?" he inquired.
"Who?" She looked back at the apartment. "That filthy little miscreant?"
"Yeah, that would be him," Leonard quipped.
"He hangs around the girl in the apartment next to mine. I used to think she was such a nice girl, but now that brute is over every day having... relations." The elderly woman pounded on the sidewalk with her umbrella. "She should go to church and ask to be forgiven for the kind of relations they have. Everyone in the building can hear them. This used to be a decent place to raise a family."
"Which apartment does she live in?" he asked.
"Apartment 4B... a house of ill repute..." she preached.
"Thank you for your time," he said politely. "Have a good day."
"Bless you, young man." The old woman continued on her way. Unfortunately, there was no name on the buzzer to 4B. Just the remains of a past name. It must have been a new tenant, who hasn't gotten around to it yet.
Leonard set aside the next day for a full on stakeout. He was missing class and Billy was getting frustrated over how many times Leonard was asking to borrow his van. Leonard always paid for the gas he used, but Billy was actually putting up with his requests because he was hoping to get another invite into the Campbell household and see his long lost Janelle. He needed fresh whacking material... if only he knew.
Leonard was ready with his digital camera. The last present his parents gave him before the separation. He wanted to know whose apartment it was. It had to be a woman. He figured out which was the window to 4B. He felt a little uncomfortable, sitting in a van and spying into someone's home, but he was seriously out of options.
Finally, he saw what appeared to be a topless woman pass by the window. He discreetly zoomed in with his camera... horrified to discover that it was Chelsea!!! This was her new apartment!!! She's the one who convinced him to make nice with Duncan. She was playing him? Were they con artists? Where they looking to dupe his mother out her money? Was it an open relationship? Was Duncan allowed to mess around on the side?
Leonard waited a couple more hours and grabbed some shots of Duncan and Chelsea leaving the building hand in hand. She was on her way to work as a hostess and he was returning to an eagerly awaiting Janelle. Chelsea slipped Duncan a fifty as they shared a sensuous open-mouthed kiss on the sidewalk. That's where the money was coming from to pay for Janelle to dress up like a whore. Duncan was spending his days with Chelsea and nights with Janelle... mooching off them both. It was a house of cards that Leonard was determined to topple.