Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 03
A story suggested by sa2222. All characters are over eighteen. I suppose as with any sequel, having read the early chapters is a plus. The female characters are inspired as follows... "Janelle Campbell" is Janelle Pierzina (Big Brother), "Chelsea Massey" is Lauren Cohan (The Walking Dead), Caroline Massey is Jennifer Bini Taylor (Two and a Half Men), & Amanda Palmer is Gillian Jacobs (Community).
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Duncan Flannagan was on top of his game. He spends his days with girlfriend Chelsea Massey and nights with Janelle Campbell, the mother of one of his old high school buddies. Both women were supporting him financially and the sex was almost non-stop. Chelsea believed he worked nights as a manual laborer and Janelle believed he worked days. No easy task. Chelsea's uptight mother Caroline Massey had always interfered with their relationship and he had to wait until Chelsea moved into her own apartment before he could pull off this intricate deception.
In the month's prior, he was living full time with the Campbell's. He posed as a troubled youth from a broken home - not much of a stretch - and eventually seduced Mrs. Campbell, who was going through a separation. The real victim of all this was her son Leonard, who was crushing hard on Chelsea and naturally hoped his parents would reunite. Duncan dashed all of Leonard's dreams.
Chelsea was out grocery shopping while Duncan relaxed at her apartment. They'd usually be fucking at this point in the afternoon - much to the astonishment of their conservative neighbors - but she really needed to run some errands. Then the buzzer rang and it was Amanda Palmer... Chelsea's BFF and a real mother hen-type bitch. She was just as bothersome as Chelsea's mother. Anyone who dared to date one of Amanda's friends would agree with Duncan, even if she was pretty hot. Duncan opened the door to 4B and greeted Amanda in the hallway. She was in blue jeans and a leather jacket, trying to look tough. Duncan thought she was a total poser.
"Chelsea's out shopping," he said with contempt.
"I know," she replied, rolling her eyes, pushing past him and into the apartment.
"So, what can I do for you?" He still checked out her ass for the hell of it.
"I had brunch with Chelsea and her mother on Sunday," she mentioned.
"And?" He was already bored with this conversation.
"Her mother let it be known that she doesn't approve of you," she informed him.
"What else is new?" he snickered.
"I think Chelsea is starting to agree with her mother. After all, you have no education and no real prospects." Amanda was being unnecessarily cruel. "A complete and utter loser. Chelsea is just too damn good for you."
"As I keep reminding you... that's none of YOUR fucking business!!" he hollered.
She was startled by him. "I'm just...I'm concerned for Chelsea...she's my best friend..."
"Yeah? That's why you gave me a blow job at her birthday party?" he asked.
"You bastard!! I was drunk!! I never would have otherwise!!" she exclaimed.
"You're not fooling anybody... You loved it. You were begging me to fuck you." He stepped closer to her and dwarfed her petite frame. "We just didn't have time. People at the party would have noticed we were gone."
"Please... Chelsea can never know. We're like sisters." His proximity made her flustered.
"So, that's why you're here? You figured that I'd throw you under the bus if she dumps me? You want to avoid going down with the ship?" He tried wrapping his arms around her, but she slipped out of his clutches. He then followed her into the kitchenette.
"Um... Do you still have that video on your phone?" she asked.
"Of you swallowing my jism?" he laughed. "I never would have deleted that."
"God, you are disgusting." She pounded her fist on the counter. "I can't stand you."
"Tell you what... I'll delete the video if you do me a favor," he offered shrewdly.
"Favor?" She was terrified of what he might say.
"How 'bout an encore performance?" he asked while unbuckling his belt.
"No way." She quickly averted her eyes. "Not gonna happen."
"I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't done before... and enjoyed," he pointed out.
"Chelsea will be home soon." Amanda was looking for any excuse. "She might catch us."
Duncan then dropped the hammer... "If you don't, I'll have to show her the video."
"What!? You wouldn't dare!!" Amanda tried to call his bluff. "She'd kick your sorry ass out!!"
"I always land on my feet," he claimed. "Besides, I could convince her it was YOU who seduced ME." Duncan - being a master manipulator - probably could have gotten away with this scam if necessary. Amanda realized that she was under his thumb.
"You rotten, lousy, son of a..." Amanda was so angry that she became dizzy.
"Yeah, you won't be talking when your mouth is full..." He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-flaccid - but still impressive - cock. Her visit turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He was enjoying himself immensely.
"Um...You'll really delete it?" She took off her leather jacket and couldn't help but gawk as he began jacking off right in front of her. She also couldn't believe it was so big. Her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. How did she nearly deep throat that monster on Chelsea's birthday?
"I'm nothing if not a man of my word..." His cock was already reaching nine hard inches.
"It's so big..." His cock was intimidating to her. If she hadn't been drunk the last time, she never would've tackled the beast. Despite her reservations - or perhaps because of them - she felt a sensation between her legs as she hesitantly sunk to her knees.
"We ain't got all day," he taunted with his erection.
"You better be on the level..." Amanda reluctantly took his thick throbbing member in her hands - took a deep breath - and slowly wrapped her lips around its head.
"Yeah... ohhh...yeah...don't be shy..." he groaned.
Amanda looked up at him in anger as she worked her way down his shaft. Her warm mouth felt so good on his rock hard cock. She wanted to get this over with quick and her soft tongue caressed the underside of his prick.
"Ahhh...yeah... this is fucking great..." he chuckled, mocking her.
She was starting to gag - at about the seven inch mark - and couldn't swallow anymore of his big dick, but she was not deterred... she kept one hand on his shaft and with her other hand began caressing his scrotum and massaging his balls for several minutes. The sound of slurping was echoing in the small domicile.
"Chelsea's lucky to have a friend like you..." he quipped.
Her head was skillfully bobbing back and forth. Despite her snobbish attitude, she'd sucked quite a few dicks over the years. Duncan - knowing that Chelsea could return at any minute - took charge and palmed her blonde hair. His stiff cock was getting ready to shoot its load.
"You like me fucking your pretty little face!!?" he bellowed.
She would never give him the satisfaction of admitting that her pussy was wet.
"Ohhh...yeah... suck it good..." His cock soon swelled and filled her mouth with hot cum. She tried swallowing it all and started to gag again. Duncan was amused by this as his glistening cock plopped from her warm lips. Under normal circumstances he would have bent her over the kitchen counter and plowed his thick cock into her moist pussy, but she needed to get lost before Chelsea came back.
"Don't take the elevator. Take the stairs and exit through the alley. No chance of Chelsea seeing you." He tucked his dick away and zipped up his jeans. Her head was spinning as she staggered to her feet and wiped her mouth clean. Her pussy was on fire. She despised him... but was aching for more of his cock. She'd never been fucked by anything that sizable.
"What about the video?" she sputtered.
"Video? What video?" he feigned ignorance to torture her further.
"Don't be an asshole!!" she yelled. "You know what I'm talking about!!"
"Just fucking with you..." He went into the living room and grabbed his cell phone, but hesitated in deleting the video. This could come in handy later. Should he really give up this leverage?
"Hurry up!!" she pleaded, worried that Chelsea would walk in on them.
Duncan decided to be benevolent and erased the video.
"I hate you," she declared. "I will never forgive you for this."
"You live alone?" he asked.
"Huh? What do you care?" Amanda was confused. "That's none of your concern."
"Just curious..." he prodded.
"I live with my mother," she replied.
Duncan could hardly fight back his smile. He imagined the possibilities. He'd never done a mother and daughter at the same time. Amanda knew what he was thinking as he leered at her. She grabbed her jacket and departed the apartment in a huff... ashamed of what she had just done and even more ashamed that she was hot for him. If only she'd known that he already backed up that blow job video on flash drive along with a video of Mrs. Janelle Campbell giving him a pool side titty fuck.
Now it was time to resume his double life. After Chelsea returned and packed away the groceries - which he didn't chip in for - and left in the evening for her job as a hostess at a fancy five star restaurant, Duncan headed back to the suburbanly pleasant Campbell residence. He even picked up a bouquet of Janelle's favorite flowers on the way, which were deep purple lilacs.
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Duncan arrived at 7PM. Janelle hurried to meet him at the front door just as she routinely had with her husband over the years. A happy couple indeed. He presented her with the bouquet of lilacs and her heart melted. It was the little things - small romantic gestures - that made their relationship so strong... at least from Janelle's point of view. She was in a sexy pink and yellow sun dress. Rather, it was her amazing body - curvy yet impeccably toned - that made the dress look sexy.
"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed before giving him a loving Eskimo kiss.
"Anything for you, darling..." They then embraced in a long sensually charged kiss.
"Is Leonard home?" he asked after they broke off the kiss and gave their tongues a rest.
"No, he's having dinner at his friend Billy's," she replied. "You must know Billy?"
"Yeah, he's a good guy." Duncan actually loathed Billy for a few good reasons. Not only did Billy use to snitch on Duncan back in high school, but Billy was the first of Leonard's friends to ever see Janelle's bare breasts. How dare anyone but Duncan enjoy her spectacular tits? Luckily, Janelle was unaware that Billy once had a sneak peek.
"Was that sarcasm?" she asked.
"Yeah, Billy's a little bitch," he growled. "I hate his guts."
"Sweetie, don't talk like that," she said. "Be nice to Lenny's friends."
"Sorry, I'll be nice," he promised. Duncan should've been nominated for an acting award.
"I'll go put these in water..." She turned to the kitchen and his eyes were glued to her ass.
He realized that she was going commando. "You're not wearing any panties?" he inquired.
"Why bother?" Janelle wiggled her ass for him. "You'd just have to tear them off."
"What's for dinner?" he asked as he followed her ass down the hall.
"Me..." She turned around and pulled up her dress to flash him. Her pussy was completely shaven. He had asked her to do this a while back - something her husband never would have - and she was more than happy to comply for her young stud. One could suppose that she wanted to look young for him.
"And am I hungry for some good pussy..." Duncan followed her into the kitchen like a puppy dog, wrapped his strong arms around her waist and planted kisses on her neck. His hands began to roam and fondle her entire body. "God...Janelle...I love you so damn much..." He pulled up her dress and slipped his hands between her thighs - caressing - working his way towards her clit. Aroused, she dropped the flowers and her eyes fluttered.
"Mmm...I love you too, baby..." she moaned. They made their way to the kitchen table and Duncan took a seat while Janelle undid his jeans and tugged them down. She was intent on taking advantage of their alone time. She squeezed his erection through his boxer shorts and slipped her tongue into his mouth as he pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled her top down to unveil her flawless 36DD breasts.
He tried sucking on her tit, but she was focused on getting his thick cock out of his shorts. Once his beast was unleashed, she turned around, hiked up her dress, and lowered her hot and sopping pussy onto his throbbing member. Just like Chelsea... she was now adjusted to his girth.
"Ohh...yeah...that feels so fucking good..." he groaned while penetrating her wet slit.
She was soon rocking back and forth - her big tits bouncing - causing the chair legs to scratch up the floor tiles. He then gripped her hips and maneuvered her body as she grinded him into the chair.
"Ohh...yeah...that's how I like it...grind on my big cock..." he grunted.
"Mmm...yes...I want to make my man feel good..." She popped her hips for emphasis, her ass cheeks jiggling. A lesser man would have shot his load then and there, but Duncan decided to pace himself since he had to rush with Amanda. She then peeled her pretty dress over her head and tossed it onto the unlit stove burners.
He then sat up - keeping his cock inserted in her pussy - cradled her and brought her to the counter. She held on to the counter as he began pounding her from behind. "Mmm...yes...give to me, baby...harder...HARDER!!!" she cried in ecstasy. He had the idea of fucking Amanda like this earlier in the day, but was short on time.
"Ahh...yeah...you like it rough, Mrs. Campbell?" he asked as he smacked her ass hard enough to leave red hand prints. He still needed to call her "Mrs. Campbell" every once and a while. He just could help himself. What could be hotter than being formal as he fucked and spanked her like a dirty slut?
"YES!! GOD!! YES!!!" she screamed as he then brought her to a booming orgasm.
She was spent and practically went limp on the counter as he continued to fuck her.
"Ahhh...you want me to cum inside you?" he asked while thrusting into her.
"Yes...please...cum inside me...I have to feel you cum inside me..." she begged.
Janelle was using birth control and not taking any chances, so it was alright for Duncan to cum inside her. This is what she preferred anyway. It was more intimate. Not that she didn't also enjoy the times when he treated her like a slut. Often he'd cum on her ass or on her tits... but never intentionally on her beautiful face. Chelsea didn't mind that, but Janelle was too sophisticated.
"Ahhhh..." His cock swelled again and spewed hot cum deep in her waiting pussy.
Then they fell back in the chair and caught their breath. He kissed her on the neck some more, his way of complimenting her on her performance. She smiled contently. It was moments like this that helped to distract her from the anxiety she's been dealing with in regards to how to say goodbye to her husband of nearly twenty years.
Duncan wore his usually shit-eating grin. Unfortunately for him, Leonard was out plotting how to destroy his world and insure that this would be the last time that he ever fucked Janelle.
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Leonard could no longer keep borrowing Billy's camper van without explaining what the situation was. He wasn't about to disclose that his mom was having sex with Duncan. It was so embarrassing AND he surely didn't want to give Billy any lewd ideas. He still remembered Billy bragging about jerking off in their lounge years ago. But that was in the past. He had all but forgiven him since, and he was pale in comparison to Duncan. Now Billy was like his sidekick in his war on Duncan.
Leonard told Billy that Duncan was extorting his mom and that's why they needed to dig up some dirt to expose him. Billy drove as he and Leonard tailed Duncan's old station wagon to a posh part of town. Billy was happy to help because he wanted to be a hero for Janelle. Maybe she'd reward him?
"His shitty wagon sticks out like a sore thumb around here," Leonard observed.
"And so do we," Billy added.
"Think he'll notice us?" Leonard asked.
"This is a rich neighborhood," Billy replied. "Nobody with a van could afford to live here."
"We need to know where he's going." Leonard was anxious. "He's never been to this part of town before."
Soon both rustic vehicles stopped on a block which prominently featured a stately two story abode. It was a luxurious home that even made the Campbell's house quaint by comparison.
"Dude, isn't this where Chelsea lives?" Billy asked.
"No, not anymore." Leonard was perplexed. "She moved into an apartment downtown."
"Then what's going on?" Billy was also confused by these circumstances.
"I have no idea..." Leonard then grabbed his digital camera.
They watched Duncan exit his station wagon and walk up to the front door of the house. He was walking with swagger... with a purpose. He rang the bell and waited a few moments for someone to answer. It was Caroline Massey - Chelsea's divorcee mother - who eventually answered. This town had more than its fair share of shattered marriages. Obviously, Dr. Timothy Boothe - a local marriage counselor - was way overpaid. Caroline was wearing snug mom jeans and a purple t-shirt.
"Hello, Ms. Massey..." he said to the attractive MILF. "So good to see you again."
"What are you doing here?" She was livid that he'd dare show his face.
"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in and say hi," he explained while giving her body a once-over. "It's been way too long."
"You're not welcome in my home," she declared.
"No?" He then slunk past her and entered the house anyways. "I assumed you'd appreciate the company." He looked over the living room and reminisced fondly of all the times he'd fucked in this house. Caroline knew he'd fucked Chelsea in her bedroom, but was unaware that they also fucked in just about every other room while Chelsea wore Caroline's best and most expensive jewelry... something Duncan always got off on.
"And why would that be?" she asked as she followed him in an infuriated state.
"Your husband is long gone, and now your daughter has left the nest," he quipped.
Caroline could not have been more offended. "How dare you!!" she hollered.
"Relax, Ms. Massey..." Duncan then had to nerve to plop down on the sectional sofa.
"Get out of my house before I call the police!!" she demanded.
"I think you'll want to hear my proposition," he assured her.
"I'm not interested in anything YOU have to say," she snapped back.
"But, it's about your daughter... who we both care about," he pouted insincerely.
"You're ruining her life. She didn't go to college because of you. She moved out because of you!!" Caroline was really losing her composure at this point... not that Duncan cared. "She pays the bills. You don't contribute. She says you have a job, but I know that's a damn lie. You're a bum!!"
"Yeah, and I FUCK your slut of a daughter every single day," he taunted.
"NO!!! You corrupted her..." Caroline grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and hurled it at Duncan. "Chelsea was always a good girl!!!" Duncan found her tantrum to be hilarious as he had a dark sense of humor.
"Maybe she corrupted me?" he posed. "I'm not the only guy she's fucked."
"Why are you here?" Her eyes became misty. "Why are you harassing me?"
"I understand how you feel... and I'll considering breaking up with her," he added.
"Really?" This was music to her ears. It had to be too good to be true.
"If you did me a small... favor." He had that sly look on his face again.
"What?" Caroline became very nervous. "Do you want money?"
"No, I don't want your money... Take off your clothes," he said gleefully.
"Excuse me!? You think I'd have sex with you!?" she asked.
"No, just strip for me..." He licked his lips. "I've always wanted to see you naked."
"Never!!!" she screamed.
"Chelsea will strip for me... then we'll fuck without any protection." Duncan knew that he had to present Caroline with the WORST case scenario to get her to consent. "If she gets pregnant, then I'll dump her for sure. You two can raise the baby."
"I'm trying to get her to reconsider college... You're ruining everything." Caroline was now an emotional wreck. Duncan had broken her down just as he intended to. Payback for her meddling in his cushy setup with Chelsea that passed for a relationship.
"So take off your clothes, bitch," he commanded.
"I'm calling the police..." She feebly reached for the house phone.
"Chelsea would hate you for that." He still wasn't done screwing with her mind. A little more incentive was required. "Maybe we'll elope in Las Vegas and you'll never see her again? Is that what you want?"
"Please... Don't take my daughter away..." Caroline was getting pretty desperate.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
"Yes..." she replied, defeated. "But this will be a one-time thing..."
"One time is all I need..." Duncan settled in, ready to enjoy the show.
Caroline, visibly shaking, took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt - paused - and then removed it, displaying her large breasts in an elegant black lace bra. She wasn't as busty as Janelle - few women were - but her tits were quite respectable. She dropped her t-shirt on the floor and allowed him to admire the view.
"Is...um...bra and panties good enough?" she asked, hoping it would be.
"Nope," was his giddy response. Duncan's cock stiffened in his pants as he looked at her bra encased tits. So many times he's dreamed of doing this MILF. Ideally he fantasized that he could do mother and daughter together at the same time, but seeing as that would be impossible, he would settle for this.
"Go on with it," he ordered.
She sighed before she reached back and unhooked the clasp on her bra, pulled the straps down, and slowly pulled it off. Her big heavy breasts hung loose. Caroline stood topless with her head down. Duncan's eyes were captivated with her motherly breasts. Sure, they had a bit of sag, to be expected for her age, but it only made them sexier in Duncan's mind. And her big pointed nipples capped with bullets were incredibly hot.
"Continue," he said. Caroline looked at him timidly, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. As she bent over, her big boobs hung down and shook. Her matching panties were tight over her crotch. She then pulled her jeans off one leg at a time. Duncan realized that Chelsea took after her mother in everything but cup size.
"Don't you stop now," he urged as his cock came to full mast.
Caroline tugged down her panties, and stepped out of them, exposing her bush.
"I knew you had a rockin' body..." He then tugged his baggy pants and boxer shorts down.
"Oh my god... What are you doing?" she stammered as his thick member came into sight.
"Just stand there and look pretty..." And with that he began stroking his gigantic, throbbing, purple-veined erection. She was shocked and appalled by what was transpiring. She had to look away, covering her breasts with her hands, but Duncan didn't appreciate her modesty. "No... I wanna see them big titties..." he grunted primitively.
Caroline was at a loss. How could her daughter be dating such a vile excuse for human being? How could he be aroused by the mother of his girlfriend? Someone old enough to be HIS mother? It was unnatural... even if it was the first time in years that man seemed to find her so desirable.
"Come closer..." he ordered while continuing to jerk off.
"What?" She was shaking like a leaf... feeling bullied by him.
"You heard me," he said without compassion. "I wanna better look at you."
She trembled as she approached him. Now she couldn't help but stare at his big dick while he pumped it vigorously. He caught her peeking and noticed an ever so slight look of arousal. A look he knew very well and had seen many times.
"Wanna try it on for size?" he asked, indicating his manhood.
"No...what...I'd never...you're a pig..." She tried not to think about what his cock might feel like inside her.
"Kiss me," he said, bringing her back into reality.
"No, that wasn't the arrangement," she replied, watching him take his hands off his prick.
"I know," he shrugged. "But let's make a new arrangement... One innocent kiss."
"I couldn't..." she said as he grasped her left wrist and pulled her down towards his face. She had to lay her right hand on his bare thigh - wickedly close to his erection - to balance herself. "No... this isn't right," she pleaded futilely.
"Do it for your daughter," he reasoned. He then tried kissing her, but she turned away, avoiding his lips. He was relentless and placed his hand under her chin, guiding her face back in his direction... and their lips finally met. His touch sent tingles rippling throughout her body. It was a passionate - yet surprisingly sweet - kiss. She felt her body shudder and in an instant she was instinctively sitting on his lap.
They continued kissing for several minutes as Duncan expertly maneuvered his hands all over her thighs. So many times he fucked Chelsea with the image of her mom in his mind... her bitch of a mom that hated him and banned him from her house. All those times she had scowled at him or chastised him, he had fantasized about bending her over and spanking her... dominating her... fucking her brains out. And now here he was, finally with that opportunity.
He reached down and grabbed her ass roughly, squeezing her mature ass cheeks while he continued to stick his tongue down her throat.
"Mmmppphhh!" she whimpered with his rough treatment. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he ended the kiss. He then started putting soft kisses on her neck, slowly licking and sucking her smooth skin. He let go over her hair and moved his strong arms down to pull her closer to him on his lap.
He then reached up to palm each of her big breasts. His thumb began working her thick nipples, making them impossibly harder. His lips had moved down to her nape, continuing to plant soft kisses and licks. The combined rough and gentle treatment was confusing the emotionally charged MILF, and her body was responding to it.
Finally Duncan kissed his way down her chest until finally he took a nipple between his lips. He nibbled on it, before sucking it feverishly.
"Ohhhhmmmmmpphh," his girlfriend's mom moaned involuntarily, being that her nipples had always been extremely sensitive and arousing for her. Duncan wisely took this as a sign to continue, so he spent considerable time sucking each of her milky breasts, causing her to squirm on his lap. His hand moved down to caress her silky smooth thighs and squeeze her bum.
Caroline Massey's body had betrayed her. She attempted to hold a posture which hid that her pussy was moist, but he knew what was happening. He understood a woman's body language... especially a mature woman's.
Duncan loved sucking and nibbling on her protruding nipples, but his cock was unbelievably hard and he had to take care of it.
He gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her bottom even closer to him, causing the tip of his prick brush against her wet pussy. Duncan pushed his hips up and his mushroom head met her cunt. "You want this cock, don't you, Ms. Massey?" he asked with a big smile on his face.
"No," she said without conviction.
He then reached between her legs and fingered her lubricated snatch.
"Are you sure?" he said as worked his fingers in her hot tunnel. She had her eyes closed, and her arms lay helplessly to her sides.
"Of course... I despise you..." she said, but noticeably less hostile than she had ever addressed him.
He took his fingers out and grabbed his cock, while spreading her thighs a bit further. This enabled him to rub the head of his thick, hard cock along her pouting cunt lips, lubricating it with her juices. He then leaned down and began to suck her nipples again.
"Uggghhhh," she moaned before biting her bottom lip, hoping not to give him false impressions, but it was too late for that. As his final maneuver, he spread her moist lips with one hand, and with the other he guided the head of his thick tool and placed it on her clit, so that he could caress her sensitive nub with the tantalizing texture of his cockhead.
This maneuver caused her to gasp and reach up with both hands to grip his strong shoulders.
"C'mon, Ms. Massey, I know you want my cock," he said smugly.
"Yes," she finally admitted. "I want it..."
"Say please, Ms. Massey," he taunted.
Caroline nodded. "Oh, please...please..."
Duncan continued to rub her clit with the head of his cock. "It's so hard, Duncan..." she cooed. "Such a big hard cock...I don't know if it's gonna fit..." She wasn't talking dirty, she was genuinely concerned.
"Don't worry... I know what I'm doing..." Duncan continued to tease her warm slit, then the first inch of his cock penetrated her. She had a tight pussy, those pink walls resisting him. "Beg me for it, Ms. Massey..." Duncan whispered while his huge cock was starting to impale her.
"Oh...yes...put it in me you bastard...I want it so bad..." she sighed as she rotated herself from side to side, screwing herself down onto that wide pole of his, the sheer girth of all that hard cock making her head spin.
"You got the tightest pussy I've been in for a LONG time..." Duncan moaned.
Rocking slowly up and down on his cock, Caroline let herself get acclimated to the size of him. She managed to get another couple inches of him inside her. He was almost twice the size of her ex-husband. She wasn't sure if she could take that much cock inside her small pussy. How did her daughter manage this fuck-stick on a daily basis?
"So nice and hot, Ms. Massey..." Duncan croaked.
Caroline pumped herself up and down on his throbbing hard-on... each stroke taking a little more of that amazing prick up inside of her. Filling her where she'd never been filled before. She arched her back, her long hair bouncing up and down as she started to fuck faster... her full breasts bouncing along as well.
"Ahhh...yeah...you fuck just like your daughter..." Duncan bellowed. "Ohhh...that feels so fucking good..." His rolled his head from side from side. "Fuck me you hot little bitch...FUCK ME!!" He then felt his balls start to tighten up.
"Mmm...I hate you...but I'm gonna fuck you good..." she gasped. Her pelvis undulated atop his cock, her heart shaped ass quivering as she fucked him with short, quick strokes. She had this bizarre and inexplicable compulsion to outdo her daughter... to fuck him better than Chelsea. She felt her orgasm sweep over her and went rigid as she screamed out with pleasure. "Oh my god...I hate you...but you're making me cum...I'M CUMMING!!!"
Meanwhile, Leonard was outside and in between two bushes struggling to film them through a window with his camera while a panicky Billy stood guard on the sidewalk. Billy had no clue what was going on inside and Leonard wasn't sharing any information.
"Dude, these rich neighborhoods have their own private security," Billy said.
"I know..." Leonard was almost entranced by what he was watching.
"We're gonna get busted," Billy whined.
"Okay..." Leonard turned the camera off. "I got enough footage."
"Good..." They both hurried back to the van. "Is Duncan scamming Chelsea's mom too?"
"Looks that way." Leonard was being coy.
"Gonna tell your mom?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, as soon as possible," Leonard vowed.
Inside, Caroline scooted back between Duncan's legs, lowering her head until she was right in front of his cock, which was coated with her cream. She wrapped her small hand around his big shaft. "You gonna cum for me you bastard?" she asked in a sultry voice. Her other hand started to massage his big testicles. "You gonna give me some nice hot cum you bad boy?"
"Ahhh...yeah...get ready, bitch..." Duncan was close to cumming. He watched as she leaned in to slowly lick her way up the underside of his prick. The feel of her soft tongue on his flesh had him teetering. "AHH...FUCK...HERE IT COMES..." He closed his eyes and shot a long, thick stream of semen into the air... much of which actually landed in her nice brunette hair. She continued to pump his spraying shaft until the last couple spurts landed on the upholstery of the sofa.
"Wow...you must really love your daughter," he chuckled. Caroline didn't answer. She let go of his cock and gathered her clothes... unaware that she had cum in her hair. "You look so hot right now," he complimented while still on the sofa with his pants down.
"Okay, be quiet, so now you'll break things off with Chelsea?" she asked.
"$5,000," was his response.
"You said you didn't want money?" she exclaimed.
"I changed my mind... but thanks for the sex." He threw her a wink. "Great job, babe."
"Oh my god... I'LL KILL YOU!!!" She was irate and started whipping him with her jeans.
"Relax... Look at this mansion. $5,000 is nothing to you..." He hopped off the sofa - fending off her puny attack - and pulling his pants up. "You don't even work. Just take it out of your next alimony check."
"That's extortion. I'm calling the police," she threatened.
"And tell them what?" he asked. "That the guy you just had consensual sex with is breaking a promise? My dick wants to laugh."
"I want you out of my daughter's life," she demanded.
"Fine... I'll drop by again on Friday for the cash. If you're good girl and do as you're told, I'll break up with Chelsea over the weekend," he explained. "Of course, she'll be devastated. She really loves me. You'll be breaking her heart."
"She'll be better off without you," Caroline said with certainty.
"So, we have a deal?" he asked.
"Yes, but don't you even think about double crossing me again," she warned.
"I like this aggressive side of you." It looked like he was getting another hard-on. He was famous for his recovery time. "Just because Chelsea and I are just about through, doesn't mean you and I still can't get together."
"Get out!!!" she hollered.
"Okay, well, you think about it," Duncan said as he strutted out the front door.
Caroline was absolutely humiliated. Standing in her living room - holding her clothes - with her daughter's boyfriend's cum matted in her hair. She realized that she'd have to pay him the $5,000. What other choice was there? She had to save her daughter from this fiend... whom she'd just fucked. Maybe that's what she deserved? $5,000 was her penance, but first she'd have to scrub the semen stains out of her sofa.
***
Duncan never returned to the Campbell's house that night. Leonard didn't inquire, but could tell by his mother's demeanor that she wasn't expecting him. He was eager to expose Duncan for the lying cheat he really was, but was also aware that his mother was about to be mortified. He ultimately believed that a little tough love was necessary in this situation. He invited his mother into his room right before bedtime, motioning for her to join him on his mattress. Janelle was in her white cotton robe - looking tired - and ready to turn in for the night.
"What's up, sweetie?" Janelle asked. "I need to get some rest."
"Where's Duncan?" Leonard appeared stoic and indifferent.
"Spending a few days with his uncle," she replied with a smile. "The one relative who he's close to."
"We need to talk," her son said in all seriousness. "And you're not gonna like it."
"Is this about your father?" Janelle assumed wrong. "I swear I'll speak to him soon."
"No..." Leonard was hoping that she would focus and not divert.
"You know Kyle and I went to the movies last night and had a great time," she bragged.
"I have to show you something..." He then took out his digital camera.
"What's going on?" she asked. "You got me nervous."
"This is gonna be painful, but it's for your own good..." He first played her the video of Duncan and Chelsea making out in front of the apartment building downtown. Janelle was horrified by what she saw. Her lover was in a sensuous public display of affection with another woman.
"I don't understand..." she gasped. "What is this?"
"It's Duncan and his girlfriend, Chelsea," he explained.
"When is this from?" She prayed it wasn't what it looked like.
"Last week... and this is from today..." Leonard then played the video of Duncan and Caroline fucking like minks on the sofa in Caroline's living room. Janelle's head was immediately in her hands. She was devastated by this one two punch.
"Oh my god... Who is that whore?" she sobbed.
"It's...um... Chelsea's mother." This is what he wasn't looking forward to. Yes, his mother was getting what she deserved. Having an inappropriate affair while she was suppose to be fixing her marriage was stupid, but Leonard had a heart. He was decent human being - unlike Duncan - and didn't enjoy seeing anyone get hurt. It was probably for the best to omit that Duncan had allegedly made out with Aunt Megan a while back. That would have been too much for Janelle to absorb.
"This can't be happening..." Janelle continued to bawl.
"It's true," Leonard said bluntly. "He's cheating on you with at least two other women, while he claims he's working."
"I'm such a fool," she admitted. "How did I let this happen?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "But now you can forget about this jerk and straighten out your life."
"But I've thrown my marriage away..." Janelle was in tears. It was heartbreaking.
"No, there's still time," Leonard assured. "Dad loves you. I think he'll forgive you."
"Really?" She had some serious doubts about that.
"Well, I guess all we can do is hope." Leonard refused to console his mother further. Janelle needed to take her medicine. She had been a sucker these past few months and needed to feel like this - pretty damn miserable - for her own good.
Leonard listened to Janelle weeping all night - a reprise after months of hearing her and Duncan have sex. He wondered if his mother was crying because of heartache or embarrassment. Either way, it was a true low point in her life and she had no one to blame but herself... sadly.
They next morning, Janelle thanked Leonard for opening her eyes and apologized profusely. Leonard knew it wouldn't be easy to forget what happened, but was going to work on forgiving her no matter what. She was his mother - the woman who raised him - and nothing was going to change that. It was really up to his father as whether or not to absolve her.
***
Janelle had a lot to mull over in the next 24 hours. It was a good thing that Duncan wasn't around because she would have really lost her temper with him. She wanted to reach out to her estranged husband, but also wished to execute her revenge on Duncan for taking advantage of her. She had never held a grudge before in her life, but now she had nothing but hate in her heart for Mr. Flannagan. A flip side to the passion he had awakened in her. The obvious way to go about retribution was to beat Duncan at his own game... if only the opportunity would present itself.
Leonard invited Billy over to watch a movie the next night - thinking he was in the clear - and asked his mother to join them, knowing that she was pissed and needed to take her mind of Duncan. Janelle did her best to put on a brave face when Billy arrived at 8PM. She was wearing her famous green sweater which well defined her big tits. It had been way too long as far as Billy was concerned since he'd laid eyes on this blonde bombshell and her gorgeous breasts.
"Good evening, Billy," she said as they greeted him at the door. "Haven't seen you in forever."
"Hello, Mrs. Campbell," he said sheepishly. He wasn't sure how to behave around her.
"Please, call me Janelle." She was no longer so naïve, now realizing why Leonard's friends were always so sweet and respectful. It wasn't because she was a "cool mom." To them she was a "milf" and a source whacking material. "I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore," she teased.
"No, nothing could be further from the truth," he promised.
"All right, bro, ready for some JCVD?" Leonard asked.
"Always," Billy responded, and then they bumped fists.
"What? A silly action movie?" Janelle was disappointed. "No, let's watch something else."
"I didn't invite Billy over to watch some lame chick flick," Leonard pointed out.
"Hey, no, whatever you guys want to watch is fine with me," Billy replied.
"Aww... You're such good company." She then nuzzled Billy... finding no harm in titillating the young man. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. Leonard wasn't sure how to react to this embrace. His mother had always been friendly with his chums. Maybe she was just trying to be like her old self? Maybe he shouldn't read anything into a hug?
"Okay, mom, what do you want to watch?" he asked.
"'To Die For'," she replied. "It's on tonight and is one of my favorite movies."
"Sure, I guess we could watch that," Leonard said without much enthusiasm.
"Nicole Kidman is amazing in it," Janelle raved. "Her best performance."
Both Leonard and Billy recalled that the plot of "To Die For" revolved around a woman seducing a younger man. A movie they use to stay up late to watch on cable when they were teenagers. Leonard wasn't too thrilled about seeing such a sexy movie with his mom and his friend. It would have been awkward no matter what, but especially since she'd just had the torrid affair with Duncan. Billy was already flustered by Janelle... now add Nicole Kidman circa 1995 to the mix and his dick was going to need some attention.
"How 'bout some beers?" Janelle offered.
"Beer? Are you sure?" Leonard asked.
"Come on, you're not babies anymore," she teased. "Let's have a little fun."
Janelle went to the kitchen for Duncan's last six pack while the boys got settled in the living room and the fun filled evening soon began. As the movie played, Janelle realized that Billy was practically drooling over her and trying to steal glances at her breasts. Billy had a hard-on the whole time and used a throw pillow to conceal it, but Janelle still saw the effect she was having on him. An idea formed in her head that she could use Billy to get back at Duncan, because she knew Duncan hated Billy and thought he was a loser.
As the unbelievably hot and erotically charged seduction scene played out in the movie, Janelle and Billy were intrinsically stimulated and made eyes at each other. Leonard was quite uncomfortable with the blatant sexual tension and chugged three beers - a lot for him - by the time the movie was over. Billy had two and Janelle had just the one.
Leonard staggered up to his room while Billy helped Janelle collect the cans. Leonard had understandable reservations about leaving them alone, but he had to lie down before he threw up. He was a real lightweight when it came to booze. He took solace in that Billy didn't remotely have the balls to make a move and that Janelle would never be so fool hearted again to screw around with a younger man.
"Thanks again for the hospitality," Billy said, watching her ass while she sorted the recycling.
"You're always welcome," Janelle replied, looking over her shoulder, shooting him a smile.
"Nice to know," he snickered, hoping she didn't notice him staring.
"Are you tipsy?" she asked. "Are you okay to drive?"
"No problem," he guaranteed. "It was just a couple beers."
"Are you sure? I'd hate myself if I let you go and something happened," she pouted.
"Um...well...I guess..." was all he could muster.
"You could crash in the lounge or on the living room sofa?" she offered.
"I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience." He had to sound reluctant, but was salivating, remembering the time he stayed in the lounge years ago when she prepared the pull out couch for him while inadvertently flashing him her big tits. That led to him having the best jerk off session in his life.
"No, of course you're not an inconvenience," she assured. "Kyle's room is free if you'd like?"
"Yeah, that be cool," he agreed. "I guess its better safe than sorry."
"Absolutely, but now that I think about it, Kyle always complained that his bed wasn't too comfortable," she recalled. "But since my bed is big and comfy and my husband isn't living here at the moment, you could always bunk with me?" Janelle knew this tempting offer would not be refused.
"Are you really sure that's not an inconvenience?" he asked, almost afraid to say yes.
"Don't be a silly goose..." She approached him and pinched his cheek.
"Okay, I guess I'll bunk with you..." Billy then blushed big time. "Thanks."
"Great, let's get ready for bed," she said with hint of lust. He was weak in the knees.
Janelle told Billy that it was all right to sleep in his underwear because he obviously hadn't brought a change of clothes with him. He stripped down to his undershirt and boxers in her private bathroom while she got herself ready for bed. He wasn't planning on taking off his shirt in front of her because he had a bit of a gut and was somewhat embarrassed by it.
He also wondered what Leonard would think of all this in the morning? After all, Leonard was pretty protective of his mother as was evident when they were tailing Duncan all around town.
Billy was running through clichés in his head - like baseball - to get his erection to subside. Underneath the bathroom door he saw the overhead lights go out in the bedroom, but then he heard her bedside lamp click on, so he wasn't sure if it was safe to open the door or not.
"Um, Mrs. Campbell?" he asked. "Are you decent?"
"Come to bed, sweetie," was her ambiguous response.
He opened the door and found Janelle reclined in bed, with her knees up, and her maya blue silk nightgown hiked up. She wasn't wearing panties and she started stimulating her sensitive clit with two fingers. Billy was completely stunned as he watched her pleasure herself. His cock was hard and throbbing again in a matter of seconds.
"Come here, baby," she cooed. "Don't be shy... We both want this..."
"Mrs. Campbell?" Billy was almost frozen. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"I told you to call me Janelle..." she sighed. "Please, don't keep me waiting..."
Billy deliberately climbed onto the bed with his erection comically poking out of his underwear. Janelle slipped his cock - which was a respectable seven inches - out of his boxers and gave its head a kiss... tickling it with the tip of her tongue.
Billy jolted and was already close to shooting his load. She could tell that he was inexperienced and that she'd have to be patient and gentle with him... at least at first. She then took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it tenderly for only a few moments before he came. She swallowed his load and smiled while he appeared embarrassed.
"I'm...I'm sorry..." he sputtered.
"It's all right, sweetheart," she comforted. "We're just getting started..." She laid back and spread her legs, inviting him to invade her pussy. "Fuck me, Billy... I want you to fuck me..."
She didn't have to tell him twice - he mounted her - and started slowly pumping his dick in and out of her tight and warm pussy. He'd fucked a few girls since graduating from high school, but none held a candle to Janelle. He then lowered his head and they started passionately making out. He had plenty of experiencing kissing because that's as far as he usually got with the ladies. At the same time he started squeezing her left breast.
"Ohh... Billy...that feels so gooooood!" she cried.
He started to fuck her faster and faster until he pushed her over the top. No easy task. She and Duncan had engaged in some sexual marathons - spoiling her a bit - but she was excited. She had been looking forward to this since she and Billy made eye contact with each other during the "To Die For" seduction scene. He was also ready to cum again and they climaxed simultaneously.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH BILLY!!!" she screamed as her juices flowed freely from her vagina.
Billy had to take some time to recover, but the sight in front of him sure did speed things up. Janelle rolled onto all fours and pushed her ass out. He was almost instantly hard again... admiring her beauty in awe before he fucked her some more. He moved his hard dick into her pussy and her luscious ass cheeks were cushioning his every blow.
"Ohhh...God...Janelle...you're so hot..." he groaned as he grabbed her tits for leverage.
"Mmm...Billy...don't stop...give it to me...give it to me HARD!!!" she begged.
He pounded her faster and faster, her breasts were rocking like crazy even as he gripped them tightly. He couldn't believe that they were so naturally perky. He fucked her for much longer than the first time. It seemed like forever before he finally exploded in her pussy. Janelle then collapsed and he fell right on top of her.
"Mmm...Billy...you're such a good boy," she sighed. "You should sleep over more often..."
It wasn't long before they were at it again. Leonard was then awoken to the loud sounds. He was still a little drunk and disorientated, and needed time to gain his bearings. He headed to his mother's room and tried to make sense of what sounded like soft moans and a creaking bed. Was this a dream? Hadn't he turned her sour on Duncan?
He opened the door and discovered Billy and Janelle going at it. Billy's feet were up against the headboard - while Janelle rode him reverse cowgirl style - and he pawed at her ass. Leonard couldn't believe it... Duncan was one thing, but now Billy, who was supposed to be a real friend?
"Ohh...God... Janelle..." Billy panted. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..."
Janelle and Billy were facing away from Leonard and not aware of his presence.
"Mmm...yes...gimme your hot cum..." Then she really started grinding him into the mattress until he spilled his semen into her cunt yet again. "Mmm... Billy, sweetie, you just hit the mother load... I'm gonna teach you everything you need to know about sex..." Billy looked exhausted, but Janelle appeared insatiable. She wasn't going to allow Billy a wink of sleep. Definitely, she was spoiled by Duncan and his jack hammer of a dick.
Leonard - tired of looking at his mother's ass - ducked back into the hallway and closed the door... What the fuck!!! There was no way in hell that Billy initiated that, so Janelle must have seduced him!!! Wow. Duncan had turned her into a total slut. Leonard was pissed and going to confront that piece of shit. He didn't care how late it was. Leonard was sure to take his digital camera with him as he departed. His destination was Chelsea's apartment downtown.
***
Chelsea returned to her apartment building at 2AM. She was wearing a white blouse and tight dressy slacks... her hostess ensemble. She saw someone sitting outside on the stoop and assumed it was a vagrant, so she reached into her purse for an atomizer of mace, but as she got closer she discerned that it was Leonard.
"Leonard?" Chelsea was puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry to bother you so late, but I need to talk to you," he replied.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. "I haven't seen you since the Halloween party."
"Is Duncan here?" he asked while looking up at her window. "It concerns you both."
"No, he's crashing with his uncle," she explained. "How'd you know we live together?"
"It's a long story. Can I come upstairs?" he asked.
"Sure, I guess so..." Chelsea took out her keys and they entered the building. She wasn't in the habit of allowing men into her apartment in the middle of the night, but she knew that Leonard was harmless. They entered 4B and she dropped her purse and kicked off her pumps. She was tired and needed her beauty sleep, but tried to be cordial as she led Leonard into the living room.
"So, what's going on? Are you in trouble or something?" she inquired.
"What does Duncan do for a living?" Leonard was in full on interrogation mode.
"Um... That's a strange question," she responded.
"Please, just tell me what he told you he does for money?" he implored.
"Construction... What's it matter to you?" she wondered.
"Do you trust him?" Leonard prodded.
"Okay, you're getting a little too personal," she replied. "Maybe you should go..."
"This is where Duncan was yesterday morning..." he said while displaying his camera.
"I don't understand..." Chelsea watched the video of Duncan having sex with her mother. It took her a moment to process just like Janelle. This was the second night in a row that Leonard went through this exact routine. "What the fuck?" was her reaction.
"Listen, it's not your mom's fault," Leonard tried to explain.
"Not her fault!!!" Chelsea screamed. "She's fucking my boyfriend!!!"
"He said she had to or he'd wreck your life... get you pregnant and run out on you." Leonard wanted to ensure that Chelsea blamed Duncan and NOT her mother for the indiscretion. "Your mother was trying to take the bullet for you. She knows you're too good for him... just like I do."
"I don't believe it," she proclaimed while shaking her head no.
"Think... Is it really that hard to believe that he likes older women?" he asked.
"I...um...I don't know...I guess...maybe..." Her eyes swelled as she remembered wearing her mother's jewelry while Duncan talked dirty about Caroline. Was Duncan fantasizing about her mother every time they had sex?
"I'm sorry..." Leonard said as he turned his camera off. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Why were you filming this?" she asked while wiping her tears away.
Again, there were certain things that Leonard didn't want brought to light. "Well, Duncan was ripping my mom off while he crashed with us. I needed proof and stumbled upon this." It was close enough to the truth as far as he was concerned.
"How could I be so blind? He's a son of a bitch..." Chelsea continued to weep, so Leonard put his camera down and comforted her with a hug. "Why don't I date nice guys like you?" she asked as her body pressed against his and his cock was rapidly starting to grow. "You'd never cheat... You'd treat me like a princess... You'd probably write me poems and sweet stuff like that..." she whimpered.
"Everything will be okay," he promised. "I'm here for you..."
Leonard had a boner now and was fidgeting to get comfortable. Chelsea noticed and looked down at his crotch and saw why. He got really embarrassed and felt his face going red. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and said, "I'm sorry I use to tease you, but I always thought you were cute..." Her hands moved down to his waist and undid his pants. She tugged them down and his boxers did not restrain his cock which was now fully erect. "I hope you can forgive me?" she asked. "I hope you'll let me make it up to you?"
"I forgive you," he said, "I couldn't stay mad at someone as lovely as you..."
Chelsea bent down in front of him and - just like in the book store way back when - he had a great view of her cleavage. "I need you, Leonard..." she said desperately as she tugged his boxers and pants down around his ankles. Just as she was about to take his eight inch prick into her mouth, he reached down and stopped her. "What's wrong?" she asked "Don't you find me attractive?"
"Of course..." he replied. "But you're distraught. I can't take advantage of your emotions..."
"But that only makes me want you more..." Then she pushed him back into a chair and began to strip naked. Underneath her work clothes she was wearing sheer bra and panties. He could see her hard nipples fairly clearly and her neatly trimmed pussy hair. She moved her right hand behind her back to the clasp of her bra. She covered her breasts with her left arm and undid her bra. With her arm still over her breasts she removed her bra and threw it across the room.
Leonard kicked his sneakers off so he could shimmy out of his restrictive pants. Chelsea then moved her hands down to her waist and pulled her panties down slightly. Her mascara had run, but she smiled, then allowed her panties to fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them, picked them up, and fired them at him like a slingshot. He caught them and felt how soft and warm they were.
"Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?" she asked.
"Yes," he said as if in a trance. He was making her feel good about herself again and she straddled him on the chair. Then he pulled her forwards and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back with their tongues entwining. Leonard didn't come here for revenge sex, but why not? As they kissed, she rubbed her pussy up and down his shaft. He had dreamt of this moment with her since junior high.
Chelsea was rubbing herself on his cock faster and faster now and she seemed to be close to cumming. Leonard realized that he'd have to work fast. He moved his hands to her waist and lifted her. This caused his cock to line up with the entrance of her pussy. As his cock touched her, she broke the kiss and slid down his shaft. It went deep inside her and caused her to begin moaning.
"You feel fantastic..." he told her as he began thrusting, going deeper each stroke.
Her pussy began to contract, approaching an orgasm. "Oh my god... Oh my god... Lenny..." She hugged him tightly and came bucking wildly on top of him. After this, they were still for a few seconds. She caught her breath and started moving up and down on his cock. She looked into his eyes and said, "Fuck me, Lenny... Fuck me HARD!!!"
He started thrusting into her faster and faster, feeling his own orgasm approaching. He couldn't believe he'd lasted this long. "I'm gonna cum... ohhh... I'm gonna cum..." He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he thrust deep one last time. He started cumming more powerfully than he ever had before. She kissed him deeply as he continued spurting cum deep inside her. They were both panting as he stopped and she collapsed on him with their arms around each other.
"Oh my god... Leonard... We should've done that a long time ago..." She stayed on top of him - gasping - with his cock still twitching inside her, but he had an ever so slight hint of remorse in his expression, wondering if he did the right thing. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Wasn't that what you always wanted?"
"God, yes, it was incredible," he assured. "But I feel guilty... Like I took advantage of you."
"You are absolutely precious... Duncan fucks my mom and YOU'RE the one apologizing?" she kidded, then she kissed him some more. Leonard still felt like he owed her, so helped her up and brought her to the doorway of her bedroom. He peeled off his shirt and turned her around. Chelsea placed her hands on the frame while he penetrated her snatch from behind. He was in control with one hand on her abdomen and the other played with her tits.
"Mmm...Lenny...yes...yes..." she sighed.
He was being a generous lover and was only concerned with making her cum. She moved her hips in unison with his and she reached back to run her fingers through his hair. Leonard was so much more gentle than Duncan. Chelsea was in a deep sea of genuine passion. He began holding her hand as his free hand stimulated her clit.
"Ohh...yes...that's it...that's it..." she moaned.
They rocked their hips more rapidly until she had another orgasm. They stayed in doorway, fondling each other for several minutes while catching their breath. Leonard kissed Chelsea's neck lovingly as she purred. Whereas Duncan's aggressive approach was a new experience for Janelle, Leonard's tender loving care was a breath of fresh air for Chelsea. They hadn't "fucked," rather they had "made love."
Leonard puts his clothes back on while Chelsea remained naked.
"You can spend the night if you'd like?" she offered.
"What about Duncan?" he asked.
"He's not going to be around," she promised. "But if he shows... I'll suck your cock right in front off..." Chelsea took Leonard by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Since Leonard knew what was transpiring with his mom and Billy back at home, this was a welcome distraction and good place to spend the night.
***
Duncan only spent a couple nights with his lush of an uncle, then met up with his only real friend, Randy McKay. Randy was in his mid-twenties and like an older brother and mentor to Duncan in the field of manipulating and seducing women. Randy was in the "Hall of Fame" when it came to hooking up with his friend's moms. Duncan and Randy went to an Irish Pub @ 10PM for some beers and to compare stats. A random coin flip determined that Randy would go first.
"Stacy Corasi," Randy bragged.
"Your landlord?" Duncan exalted. "She looks just like the chick from "King of Queens"!"
"Yeah, that's why rented her crummy basement apartment in the first place." Randy raised his mug and Duncan toasted him with sincere admiration. "I always love screwing Italian babes. They love to party and are WILD in bed. If a woman has a spray-on tan, then she won't be adverse to anal. Mark my words."
"What about her son?" Duncan asked.
"Mario? That chump lost a shit load of money to me in a poker game," Randy explained. "I told him to stay out of my way when I wanted alone time with his mom and the wimp did as he was told, so I wiped his debt clean. Besides, I don't need the money. His mom isn't charging me rent anymore."
"Nice," Duncan complimented.
"It's great because she likes to smoke weed with me and she BLASTS the stereo in her bedroom, so her son can't hear us fucking," Randy boasted. "But I told him to listen for the music, so he knows what it means."
"You are a FUCKING GOD!!!" Duncan praised.
"What about you young grasshopper?" Randy asked.
"Do you remember Leonard Campbell?" Duncan replied.
Randy took a moment to recall. "Wait a minute... that geek who had the tall blonde mother with huge tits and great ass? Dude, are you fucking with me?" Randy was proud of his apprentice at even if his story was hard to believe. "Mrs. Campbell is like the... holy grail of milfs. I'm getting a huge boner just thinking about her."
"Her name is Janelle," Duncan clarified. "And we've been hooking up for months."
"Months? Don't you have a girlfriend? Chelsea?" Randy inquired.
"Yeah, I fucked her mom too," Duncan mentioned casually.
"What?" Randy was absolutely floored. Even he never pulled off anything like that.
"I'm actually blackmailing Ms. Massey, so you can fuck her too," Duncan said kindly.
"Dude!" Randy was thrilled to hear this. "No fucking way!"
"Oh, and Chelsea's best friend gave me two blowjobs," Duncan added.
"Holy shit! I want your autograph," Randy said in jest. "Anyone else?"
"I made out with Janelle's sister once, but haven't seen her since," Duncan said with regret.
"I'm gonna shave my head and sell pictures of you at the airport because YOU are the only deity around here... ALL HAIL DUNCAN!!!" There was plenty of activity and noise in the bar, so no one paid much attention to them ranting. Duncan and Randy had a good laugh, and then finished their beers. "When are we gonna go see Ms. Massey?" Randy asked.
"Friday morning," Duncan replied. "We can double team her."
"What about Mrs. Campbell?" Randy was starting to get greedy.
"Um... No... I don't know... I kinda like Janelle," Duncan stuttered. "I wouldn't share her."
"You're starting to sound like a pussy," Randy mocked. "You kinda like her?"
Did Duncan actually care about Janelle beyond a physical relationship? Before he could think about it, he received a video message on his phone which was from Janelle. He smiled because he was about to make his mentor jealous. "Speaking off Mrs. Campbell..." he taunted.
"Does she send you naughty vids?" Randy asked.
"It would be a first..." Duncan played the video as Randy scooted closer to watch. The camera was set up on her dresser and Janelle entered the frame in her blue corset - which was paid for by money Duncan borrowed from Chelsea - and no panties. She sat at the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Both Duncan and Randy were salivating as they stared at her pussy.
"Are you sure I can't fuck her?" Randy pleaded.
"Yes, relax, Ms. Massey is plenty hot too..." Duncan assured, trying to concentrate on the video. Then - to his shock - another man entered the frame. It was Billy Gomez... the man he'd despised for many years. Before he could even say "What the fuck," Billy was on his knees and eating Janelle's tasty cunt while she moaned loudly. It seemed like she was overdoing it for the camera's benefit.
"Mmm...Billy...no one's ever eaten my pussy so good," she sighed.
Duncan was humiliated and Randy tried to contain his laughter.
"THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!" Duncan hollered, now garnering some attention.
"Dude, keep your voice down." Randy attempted to calm him. "I come here all the time."
Janelle winked into the camera as her mouth hung open. "Ohh...Billy...Billy...now I wanna feel that big thick cock of yours in my pussy..." She was saying Billy's name over and over to insult Duncan, who was outraged. Duncan then turned the video off and raced out of the pub to his station wagon, leaving Randy to pay the tab.
***
Duncan drove to the Campbell household, speeding all the way. He pulled up to the house and saw Billy's camper van in the driveway and his old ratty gym bag - which he'd brought with him on his first night sleeping over - left outside the front door... a clear message from Janelle that she was over him.
He raced up to the door and took out the key Janelle had copied for him months ago. Surprisingly, the key did not work. She must have changed the locks, so he tried calling on his cell, but it went straight to her voicemail.
"I'll show her," he thought to himself. He grabbed the gym bag and returned to his station wagon. He'll surprise Chelsea when she gets back from work, fuck her senseless, film it, and send it to Janelle. Let her know that he's been making a fool of her this whole time.
He got to the apartment @ 11:30PM. He went up to 4B and as soon as he entered, he could hear soft moans and a creaking bed. He was dumbstruck. There was no one that both his lovers were cheating on him... or was there? He pushed the bedroom door open and saw Chelsea naked and her tight ass bouncing up and down on another man's dick. He couldn't see the other guy's face from this vantage.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," he snarled.
Chelsea stopped riding the guy and he sat up to reveal himself as Leonard.
"Leonard!? I'm gonna kick your ass!!!" Duncan charged the bed, so Leonard pushed Chelsea out of harm's way and punched Duncan square in the nose. Duncan stumbled backwards and hit the back of his head against the wall and crumbled to the floor. Blood trickled from his nose and bruising quickly developed under his eyes.
"That's what you get!!!" Leonard hollered. "Fuck you, you white trash loser!!!"
Chelsea was so turned on by Leonard right now. She pulled him back down on the bed, knelt beside him and spread his legs. Then she leaned down and grasped his cock, licking it with her tongue. She then took his whole cock into her mouth, which is something she'd promised to do if Duncan ever returned. Leonard moved his hands to her breasts and began fondling them. He didn't pull her hair like Duncan would have.
Duncan was barely conscious - perhaps concussed - from the blow to the back of his head. He couldn't do anything but watch and mope as Chelsea vigorously sucked off Leonard and massaged his testicles.
"Chelsea... that feels awesome... you're a great cocksucker," Leonard told her, hoping that Duncan could still hear what was happening. He lasted almost ten minutes before his cock erupted in her mouth and she swallowed all of his cum.
Leonard put his underwear on to escort a dazed and defeated Duncan out of the apartment. He shoved Duncan into the hallway and slammed the door shut. Chelsea - who was still naked - then bolted the door so Duncan couldn't get back inside. "I want you to fuck me again. I need to feel your hard cock in me now!" she said as she practically tackled Leonard onto the carpet and tugged his underwear down.
He rolled on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. He slowly slid his cock inside her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and he began to fuck her with long slow stroke while she wrapped her legs around him. Duncan could hear her cries of passion as he waited for the elevator with two black eyes. What would become of him?
***
Janelle broke things off with Billy. She thanked him for his kindness in this tough time and gave him a pair of her silk panties as a memento. She and her husband eventually reconciled and he and Kyle moved back in. She confessed that she had seen other men while they were separated, but her husband missed her terribly and was willing to overlook it. He also vowed to be a better husband and give her the attention she deserved. To always remind her that she was more than just a wife and mother.
She chooses to omit that the men she "dated" were friends of Leonard's and Leonard didn't rat her out either. He was just happy to have his father and brother back in the house. Leonard was actually pretty chipper as he and Chelsea were now a hot item. When he introduced Chelsea to his parents, Janelle recognized Chelsea from the video with Duncan, but she kept quiet. She'd be a real hypocrite to question her son's taste.
No one saw Duncan after he stopped by Chelsea's one last time for his clothes, which she threw out the window for him to embarrassingly collect off the street. Since Chelsea was done with him, his plan to continue blackmailing Caroline for money and sexual favors also went out the window. In was uneasy for a time, but Chelsea and Caroline were getting along better. Caroline approved of Leonard and Chelsea inherently forgave her mother for sleeping with Duncan just as Leonard had forgiven his own mother.
Leonard stopped hanging out with Billy, but held no ill will towards him. Chelsea also stopped being so friendly with Amanda even though she was unaware that she'd blown Duncan twice. Her new BFF was Andrea Vargas, a waitress at the restaurant who also became her roommate. Chelsea truly loved Leonard. He was sweet and supportive, but proved by socking Duncan that he was tough when he needed to be. Chelsea was considering inviting Andrea to have a threesome with them as a gift to Leonard.
As the holidays approached the next year, Leonard was preparing to move in with Chelsea and Andrea. He had gotten an internship at a company which paid enough for him to chip in on the rent. Janelle was sad that he was leaving the nest, but excited to hear that her sister Megan was bringing her fiancé over the house for Thanksgiving. Leonard was happy about this too, but then woke up one night in cold sweat. Nobody's met this fiancé or even knew his name... Who was this mystery man?