Sex Story: Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate

Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate

Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 01


Author: Remnick13


All characters are over eighteen.


Leonard Campbell's life had recently been turned upside down when his parents told him they were separating. He had no idea they were having marriage trouble. Having just turned eighteen and planning on starting college in two months, Leonard handled it in a mature manner when they sat him down to break the news. They assured him they had no plans of divorcing... they were just going to take a break from each other for a while at separate residences as they worked with a marriage counselor.

Maybe it had to do with getting married too young? His parents were high school sweethearts and madly in love when his mom mistakenly got pregnant with him at the age of nineteen. They decided to go ahead and get married quickly, as they had already talked about getting married anyways, and they had another child five years later.

Leonard's parents didn't really give him any specific reasons, and they rarely fought, but the damage was done and no reason would make it any better. He just prayed that they would reconcile their differences. Leonard took the news a lot better than his little brother Kyle, not surprisingly since his brother was going through puberty and a confusing time.

His father moved out as soon as they broke the news to the kids. Unexpectedly, Kyle wanted to go live with his father for the time being. Everyone agreed, being that both mom and dad could have at least one child with them. They were on decent terms, so they could compromise. Maybe these arrangements wouldn't last long anyways if they got back together, being that they vowed to work hard on improving the marriage. Leonard's father was an excellent provider and always sent checks in the mail for Leonard and his mother to live on.

So it was just Leonard and his mom Janelle at the house as he began his college career. His mom was a sweetheart and they got along great. His dad worked a lot anyways, so it wasn't much different without him there. Janelle remained strong, even though she often shed some tears. She visited with her sister and friends a lot more, as they provided great comfort for her.

Things kind of got odd when Leonard came home one day and there were flowers at the door for his mom. He had hoped that they were from his dad, but when he opened the card, it was from one of his dad's golfing buddies, wishing her a wonderful day and asking that she reconsider his dinner invitation. Was his dad's friend hitting on his mom? It had only been a few weeks since his father moved out.

When Janelle got the flowers and read the card, she did not look pleased and she threw them in the garbage. Her son asked her what was wrong and she just told him that she was not looking to date, rather she wants to reconcile with her husband and save their marriage. Leonard was so happy she said this.

They had a long conversation on the couch that night, and she revealed that she has been asked out several times already. One of her friends had also tried to set her up with someone. And now her husband's buddy apparently had his eye on her. She expressed no interest in dating and assured him that would not be happening. They had a good laugh though when he told her she should open a florist shop with all these men chasing her.

It was not surprising she garnered this much attention. Janelle is very attractive. She stands 5'9", with spectacular curves, tightened by her strict exercise routine. Her legs and thighs are flawless, and she has the nicest ass a woman of her age could ask for. Her natural 36DD breasts were as perky as when she was eighteen. She wears her long blonde hair down to her shoulders, flawless slightly tanned white skin, and she has the most adorable face. The neighbors often pointed out her resemblance to another Janelle - from the reality show Big Brother - as the suburbs are a dull place and reality TV is their only escape.

Janelle's attractiveness was not lost on Leonard, mainly because he was constantly reminded of it by his friends. They loved being around her, whether it was at school functions or just hanging around his house. His friends were always trying to peek down her blouse or look up her skirt, which always went unnoticed by his mom, but he knew what they were up to, especially when he'd hear about it as soon as his mom wasn't around.

The only times his mom wears revealing clothes is when she sleeps. Leonard often felt uncomfortable when she walks around at night in her favorite oversized t-shirt or a thin nightie. When he was a kid it wasn't a big deal, but after becoming a teenager he didn't want to see parts of his mother that only his father should see, nor did he want his friends to see either. This actually happened once when one of his friends named Billy Gomez was over, which is the reason Leonard rarely has friends spend the night at his house so that they couldn't perv on his sweet mother.

Leonard didn't talk to his friends about his parent's separation, but they knew what was going on. Janelle is friends with many of his friends' moms, so word spread fast. He was hoping his parents would get back together before he would have to face any discussions about it with people he knew. Plus, he didn't want any of his friends cracking jokes about his mom being single because he knew what they had going on in their dirty minds.

One such friend with a dirty mind about his mom was a punk named Duncan Flannagan. They weren't the best of friends, but Duncan had been to their house several times and Leonard didn't like the way he looked at her. Duncan was never deterred when it came to girls and he went through them fast. He was a master of manipulation, and when he set his sights on a girl he was relentless. When he told Leonard a couple years ago "I want to fuck your mom," Leonard felt anger towards him and didn't want him near his house or his mom. Duncan did apologize about it, so Leonard tried to forget it.

Recently, Duncan had been making a lot of effort to hang out with Leonard. Leonard wasn't sure why, but he felt kind of bad for him because Duncan came from a toxic home life. His parents had been on the news not too long ago in a domestic dispute, and it had been pretty embarrassing for him. When Janelle saw it, she told Leonard he needed to invite Duncan over for a meal some time.

But, Leonard had not been inviting any of his friends over lately since an incident previously mentioned with his friend Billy Gomez that happened a year ago. During that incident, Billy was spending the night over at Leonard's house. Janelle offered to set up the pullout couch for Billy to sleep on in the lounge. She had already changed into her nightie and it was apparent she didn't have a bra on. Leonard and Billy walked into the lounge as she was pulling the bed out, and they quickly moved towards her to help. During the process Leonard looked over at his mom and could see right down her nightie as she bent over to pull the bed out. Leonard immediately looked up at Billy to see if he noticed, and sure enough he was looking straight down her nightie too. Her breasts were swaying back and forth - her nipples in clear view - as she pulled on the bed. The next week at school Leonard's friends taunted him that Billy saw his mom's tits and jerked off on the pullout couch that night, according to Billy. At that point Leonard decided he didn't want friends sleeping over any more.

Duncan was indeed paying a lot of attention to Leonard lately after he heard through the grapevine that Leonard's dad moved out. Duncan had wanted to fuck his hot young mom so bad from the moment he had laid eyes on her, but he always figured she was a happily married woman. This didn't preclude him from fantasizing about her quite often though. With the news that her husband moved out, Duncan figured it was a golden opportunity to strike before someone else did, or before she got back together with her husband. It was no secret Leonard's mom was a hot commodity, so she wouldn't be on the market long, Duncan figured.

Since Leonard was giving Duncan a cool reception to his advances to hang out - not even an invitation to come over to his house - Duncan figured he would have to take matters into his own hands.


Duncan was at his sharpest when charming a member of the fairer sex. The closest he had to a regular girlfriend was Chelsea Massey, a slender eighteen year old classmate with short brunette hair, pert tits, a tight ass, and a posh spay-on tan, whose mother does not remotely approve of Duncan. Mrs. Massey, being more observant than Leonard's mom, has never admitted it's because she's uncomfortable with how Duncan leers at her. Duncan and Chelsea have also been caught fucking loudly several times in her bedroom. He's been banned from their house, so now he must sneak over whenever Mrs. Massey planned to be out for several hours.

Sometimes they'd fuck on Mrs. Massey's bed while Chelsea wore some of her mother's jewelry. Chelsea's never caught on that Duncan was playing out a milf scenario. She is far too aroused by his sexual prowess and made even hotter since her passion for him was forbidden. It was on a typical weekend afternoon when Duncan dropped by to fuck Chelsea on the living room floor. He was too busy to go up to one of the bedrooms, but she was always his for the taking, mind and body, so he decided she would play a role in his infiltration of Leonard's home.

Chelsea skillfully stroked Duncan's cock and it quickly reached its capacity of nine thick inches. "You look so beautiful today," he flattered. Both were nude save for a bracelet she wore that belonged to her mother. Chelsea then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as his hands slid down to her ass.

Duncan lifted her with his strong arms and Chelsea slowly wrapped her legs around him. It was easy to hold this petite lovely off the ground. "Put it in me," she begged. "I have to feel you inside me..." He complied and guided his large cock into her lubricated pussy. Chelsea snapped her head back and moaned "Yes! God! Yes!" He grinned and tossed a throw pillow onto the carpet.

"How hot would it be if your mom walked in on us?" he asked as he took her down to the floor. "Would she get turned on?" Chelsea was now on her back with Duncan on top of her and her head on the pillow. "Would she want to join in?"

"Mmm... Don't talk like that..." she asked as he drove his cock inside her with commanding thrusts. "Just shut up and fuck me..." She'll have bruises on her backside as a result, but it was worth it to her. When they first hooked up it was difficult to adjust to his girth... now she was broken in.

"I'll say whatever I want..." he boasted as he pinched and tweaked her hard nipples. "Do you want to be fucked HARD!?" He knew how she liked it and enjoyed taunting her.

"Fuck me Duncan! Fuck me hard with your thick cock!" she screamed as he draped her left leg over his shoulder. "Fuck me harder! HARDER!" His power took over and he began to pound his cock into her harder and gave her two booming orgasms in a ten minute span. "YES! YES!" she cried over and over. If her mother had returned, she might not have even noticed.

After her second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out of her cum filled pussy. She was hoping for a third orgasm, but knew the routine. It was his turn. He yanked her up and laid her on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked the first few inches of his hard cock into her mouth. He let out a moan that the neighbors could probably hear and began rocking his hips as he held her head with both hands.

"YEAH... suck my cock in your mommy's house!" He was face fucking her right next to the coffee table, which held a scenic photograph of both her and her mother. Chelsea's lips slid up and down his glistening cock as she was now taking almost all nine inches down her throat. He stared at her mother's image until his cock swelled. Mrs. Massey wasn't his favorite milf, though she'd do for now as he didn't have a photo of Leonard's mom. He pulled out again and Chelsea jerked him off until... he sprayed hot cum in her face.

"JESUS CHRIST..." he hollered as she jacked the last few spurts out of his fuck-stick.

"Yummy..." she declared as she licked his hot cum off her top lip.

"Wait... Don't move..." he said as he picked his jeans up off the floor and fished his cell phone out of the back pocket. "Cheese..." He then snapped a few pics of her cum soaked face.

"You don't show these to anyone?" she said as both a question and a firm request.

"Never... They're just for us." He helped her up and spanked her on the ass before she headed upstairs to clean off.

He then looked over the pics and wondered if this would ever be Janelle Campbell.

Chelsea came back downstairs five minutes later in her mother's bathrobe.

"Can I borrow forty bucks?" he asked as he zipped up his jeans.

"Sure..." She hurried to her purse to grab the cash, since she would never deny him.

"Listen, things are getting bad at home" he said. "I may just bail and track down my uncle in Detroit."

"What?" Chelsea appeared very worried. "Then I might never see you again."

"Well, can I move in here?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"I'd love that but my mother would never allow it." She unknowingly handed him sixty dollars. "She'll throw me out if I even ask."

"Then we may have to move on and agree to see other people," he said calmly as he counted the money.

"No, why are you talking like this? I'll be moving into my own apartment by the end of the year." Now she was really freaking out. "There has to be someplace you can stay until then." What would she do without him and his cock?

"Umm... Do you know Leonard Campbell?" he asked.

She thought about it... "Yeah, he's kind of a geek?'

"Right, but he has a big house and his parents are bleeding hearts." He casually stuffed the cash into his jeans. "If I tell them my sob story, they'll let me crash there for a while." He conveniently omitted that Leonard's parents were recently separated.

Chelsea now saw a glimmer of hope. "So, what's stopping you?"

"Me and Lenny have drifted apart in the past few years," he admitted. "I need him to help me get my foot in the door."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Talk to him. He has a crush on you." He pulled her towards him and kissed her. "Tell him to be charitable to me and he'll do it."

He still had his shirt off and she began kissing his chest. "And what if he says no?" she continued to ask.

"Suck his dick," he teased as he slipped his hand underneath the robe and started rubbing her crotch through the Brazilian cut panties she had put on.

"No way. He's cute for a geek, but I'm not doing that," she said as they dry humped.

"I was kidding. All you got to do is flirt," he said as she begrudgingly pushed him away.

"Fine... I'll do it for you, but you have to go now." She handed him his shirt. "My mom will be home soon."

He waved his phone in the air. "Maybe she'd like to see the pics?" he taunted.

"You can be a real jerk sometimes," she said as she pinched his bicep.

"But you still love me." He held Chelsea, but fantasized of Mrs. Campbell... Leonard's newly single mom.


Leonard spent much of his free time at a local book store. Duncan assured Chelsea that she would find him there. Though she had grown up in this area, she's never entered the bookstore. Hot guys didn't hang out there, so why bother? She roamed the establishment and intimidated all the shy bookworms who populated it. She wore high hooker boots, a leather mini skirt, a snug red tank top, and no brassiere. Any guy who saw her in this provocative ensemble would be thinking about her in the shower that night. She finally found Leonard on the second floor. He was alone at a table and reading a book about Greek mythology. She grabbed a random book, so it looked like she was there to read too as she passed by his table.

"Oh, hello Leonard. It's good to see you," she said vivaciously.

"Hey, Chelsea." He was immediately flustered. "Yeah, it's great to see you too."

"May I join you?" she asked in a cutesy voice.

"Sure," he was more than happy to say.

"I haven't seen you since graduation," she said as she sat down across from him. "Starting college this semester or are you taking time off?" She made sure he had a nice peek at her cleavage.

"I'm starting right away." His eyes insuppressibly drifted down to her tits. "Yourself?"

"No, I need to catch my breath." She pretended not to notice his gawking. "Still working in the dress shop and saving my money. I need to move out of my mother's house. She is really suffocating me."

"That's too bad," he said while only half listening, mesmerized by her unconfined breasts. He was usually a gentleman, but she was giving him an erection and he was obviously blushing.

"Well, I shouldn't complain so much." She thought it was sweet that he was smitten, but she remained focused on her task. "Others have it worse than me... Like that Duncan Flannagan"

The mention of Duncan's name was a buzz kill. "I didn't know you guys were friends." He still remembered what Duncan said about his mother. Duncan was the type of hunk that girls like Chelsea always went for.

"Not really, but I saw him on the news earlier this year," she said. "When his father was arrested. I felt so bad for him." She was using the truth as encouragement. This was the best way to manipulate someone... along with her nipples, which were defined through the material of her top.

"Yeah, he can be gruff sometimes, but no one deserves to be humiliated like that." Leonard had a heart, so he did have sympathy for Duncan.

"I'd invite him over to my house, but we were never that close," she said.

"I've thought about inviting him over..." he trailed off.

"Why haven't you?" she asked.

"You know how it is. After you graduate from high school, you start to reevaluate who your real friends are." He was bashful and not about to admit to her that he was afraid Duncan would hit on his mother.

"He could probably use a friend like you. I get the feeling that you're a decent person." Chelsea flashed him her gorgeous smile. "I regret not getting to know you better in high school." She wasn't the best actress, but her smile was getting the job done.

"I feel the same way about you," he said rather clumsily.

"Can I borrow a pen?" she asked before puckering her lips.

He took a pen out of his backpack and handed it to her. She then took his hand and wrote her number down on his palm. Her touch sent a chill down his spine and his hard-on needed some immediate attention. "Give me a call sometime and we'll hang out." Could this be true? The sexiest girl from high school was offering her number? Or was this a hidden camera show?

"Okay..." Like he was going to say anything else.

"And be nice to Duncan," she said as she gleefully returned his pen. "You're the last nice guy. It's up to you."

"Sure, I'll drop him a line and invite him over to dinner," he said to impress her, thinking she might be attracted to the nice guy.

"You're the best, but I gotta go now." She stood up and left her insignificant book on the table. "It was really cool seeing you, Lenny. Bye."

"Bye." Leonard's mouth hung open as Chelsea headed for the escalator. His eyes were glued to her ass. He'd have to stay seated for a while until his erection subsided, but the brainwash was effective and that night he texted Duncan about coming over for a nice home cooked meal. The die was cast.


Duncan dropped by on a Sunday evening for the much anticipated dinner. Sunday had always been family night in the Campbell household. Even as her two sons matured and preferred the company of their friends, Janelle maintained the tradition. Sunday dinner didn't seem like the same occasion as of late with just her and Leonard, so she was excited for the company. She especially enjoyed having Leonard's friends as guests. They were so sweet and respectful. She thought of herself as a "cool mom." She was too naïve to realize that she was the resident milf.

Leonard welcomed Duncan into their picturesque home. Duncan made himself spiffy for the occasion, but was carrying a small and ratty duffle bag. Leonard was confused by the bag, but thought maybe he'd just come from the gym or something.

"Man, it's good to see you." Duncan pulled Leonard in for a "guy" hug. "It's been way too long."

"Yeah, I know. I hope you're hungry." Leonard was also perplexed by the hug. Duncan used to seem too macho for hugs, but high school was over and perhaps he'd matured. "My mom's making her specialty. Linguini with vodka sauce."

"Anything's better than grocery shopping at the dollar store." Duncan left his duffle bag on the floor near their shoe rack. "Most of the chow sold there is almost expired." Duncan wondered where his beloved Mrs. Campbell was. She needed to hear his rehearsed sorrow as well.

"Wow... That's rough, but try and have a good time tonight," Leonard told him.

Duncan nodded. "Maybe we can play video games after dinner?" And he was laughing hard on the inside. Like he really wanted to do that. "Your brother around?"

"No, he's staying with my dad for the time being," Leonard responded.

"Oh, that's right. Your folks are separated. I know how that goes." Duncan took Kyle's absence as good news. One less son meant one less obstacle and an even lonelier mother. "Life can be a kick in the ass sometimes."

"Tell me about it," agreed Leonard.

"Is that Duncan Flannagan I see?" Janelle asked as she exited the kitchen. "My, look how tall you've gotten." She had a frilly pink apron on over her green sweater and snug "mom" jeans... Truly, she is the ideal milf and Duncan considered himself an aficionado.

"Hello, Mrs. Campbell." Duncan said as she hugged him. "Thank you so much for having me over. It's very kind." Her aroma of her perfume was alluring. Duncan milked the embrace as long as he could without arousing suspicion.

"I'm just happy that you boys are spending time together. You were always my favorite of Leonard's friends," she teased.

"Oh, I'm nothing special." Duncan pretended to be withdrawn.

"I'm wouldn't say that," she added. "What a handsome young man you are and always so polite."

Leonard stepped between them and interrupted, "So, is dinner almost ready?"

"Yep," she said. "In a few minutes." She wasn't sure why he was suddenly impatient.

"I should probably wash my hands first," said a well mannered Duncan.

"Okay, I'll show you to the bathroom," she offered.

"Mom, I'll do that." Leonard didn't want them alone together. "You go and make sure the pasta doesn't get overcooked like last time."

"Overcooked? And since when are you a food critic?" Janelle pinched her son's cheek like he was a toddler. Leonard felt slightly humiliated that she did this in front of Duncan.

Leonard proceeded to show Duncan to the downstairs' bathroom. He wasn't entirely confident his estranged friend could behave himself. What if he said or did something inappropriate? Obviously, his mother wouldn't tolerate that. If she knew that Billy Gomez had jerked off in the lounge that time, she would be extremely offended, especially since he bragged at school about doing it after seeing her tits. Leonard did not want his mother to be embarrassed.

Dinner itself was going off without a hitch. Janelle was a much better cook than Duncan's mother. He took some solace in the meal as he was dissatisfied that though her sweater was unrestricting, she must have had a firm brassiere that held her big round tits in place. He wanted to see them bounce. Billy Gomez had described them in great detail and Duncan envisioned his sweaty cock in between them.

Duncan was miffed that Billy – who Duncan thought was a fat worthless shithead – was the first one to see Leonard's mom's bare tits and brag about it. Billy had once turned him into the principal for smoking in the bathroom years ago, so Duncan had taken to sucker punching the rat every time they crossed paths. But Duncan certainly wasn't going to waste any more of his time thinking about that loser. He had plans of seeing the milf's big tits for himself, and if successful he could one-up Billy by sending him a picture of her funbags wrapped around his cock. But, first things first.

"This is so delicious, Mrs. Campbell," Duncan complimented.

"Thank you, Duncan," she responded. "I'm glad you like it."

"Haven't eaten this good in forever," Duncan moped.

"Leonard tells me that your parents are separated as well?" she said with empathy.

"Yeah." Duncan looked down at his plate, being too "hurt" to make eye contact.

"Whatever happened to the sanctity of marriage?" she asked herself.

"People make the wrong assumptions about what to look for in a soul mate. My parents are toxic and shouldn't be together," Duncan said with some genuine malice towards his parents, but also to plant doubt in Janelle's mind about the purity of matrimony.

"Don't be so cynical," she said. "You're parents made you, so they can't be all that incompatible."

"I don't know, but I hope your family will be okay," Duncan said, directed to Janelle.

"I'm sure we will," Leonard responded even though he knew Duncan was talking to his mom. "My parents go to counseling."

"My dad is too cheap and stubborn for counseling," Duncan admitted.

"That's too bad. It's been a real big help." Janelle said. "I wish they had counseling back when my parents divorced."

"So, we're all products of broken homes?" Duncan jested.

Leonard didn't find that funny at all. "Not really," he said as he threw his fork down.

"I was only kidding," Duncan said to calm him. "Sorry."

"My mother always regretted the divorce. Not that she missed my father or anything like that. She thought it screwed my sister and I up." Janelle explained. "Every perceived mistake we made, be it poor grades, lousy boyfriends, or getting pregnant at nineteen, she blamed herself and the divorce. And my sister really took advantage of her guilt and was able to get away with murder."

"I'm not surprised you got pregnant so young," Duncan quipped.

Janelle laughed it off. "Do I seem trampy to you, Mr. Flannagan?"

"No, because you look so good," he clarified. "I used to think you were Leonard's sister."

"What charmer you are." Janelle winked at him. "I bet all the girls are crazy for you."

What the hell? Where they flirting? Leonard had to change the subject...

"Duncan, what's with the old duffle bag?" he asked.

"Oh, that's my overnight bag," Duncan explained. "I'm going to sleep at the YMCA."

"Why?" Janelle asked.

"My mom kicked me out," Duncan pouted. "She says it's my fault dad left." He tried to shed a tear, but wasn't quite able to pull it off. Regardless, Janelle's heart went out to him.

"Oh my god... That's horrible," she said.

"I'm in between jobs, so I can't pay for a room," Duncan added.

"I won't allow that." Janelle dabbed her mouth with a napkin, then stood up. "You'll stay here until you find a job. You can sleep in Kyle's room."

"What if Kyle wants to come home?" Leonard asked to throw a wrench in that notion.

"Duncan can sleep in the lounge like Billy use to do when you guys had your sleepovers," she said... A statement that brought back bad memories for Leonard.

"I couldn't impose like that," Duncan said.

"Nonsense," she said firmly. "Lenny, tell him that WE insist."

Leonard knew that she wouldn't yield... "Duncan, you can stay here. It's cool."

"Thanks a lot, man." Duncan reached across the table to shake his hand. "You're good people."

Leonard and Duncan then played video games in Leonard's bedroom as planned, which wasn't as boring Duncan assumed it would be, but Leonard kept the games going even after Duncan's interest was clearly starting to wane. Leonard wanted to make sure his mother finished preparing Kyle's room before Duncan retired. Janelle knocked on the door and entered. Much to Leonard's relief, she was still in her sweater. No sneak peek for Duncan like Billy had.

"Are you ready for bed?" she asked Duncan.

"Absolutely." Duncan had to fight back a smile. He was determined that those words would soon have a different meaning when spoken by her.

"Kyle's room is down the hall to your left and bathroom is to your right," she explained.

"Next to your room?" Duncan wanted a confirmation.

"Yes, but don't worry about hurrying if you need to shower," she continued. "I have my own private bathroom, so my boys share the one in the hallway."

"Okay." Duncan was irked by the private bathroom. No way he could arrange an accidental interlude where one could see the other emerge naked from the shower. One of his favorite schemes.

"Well, I'm going to bed now. I'm pretty tuckered out, so please keep the volume down on your silly electronic games," she implored.

"Okay, but I'm probably going to hit the sack too." Duncan wanted a moment alone with Janelle. "Does anyone remember where I left my bag?"

"It's in the hall," she pointed out. "I'll get if for you."

She kneeled down to grab the bag and Duncan decided this was his chance. "Goodnight, bro." Duncan ruffled Leonard's hair, then followed Janelle outside and shut the door. She led him down the hall to Kyle's room, which was decorated with posters of baseball players and a few professional wrestlers. She laid his bag down on the floor.

"Cool, it's just like my room back when I was kid." Duncan took the opportunity to peel off his shirt and expose his hairy chest, washboard abs, and the dragon tattoo etched on his left arm. He yawned and gave the impression that he was merely getting ready for bed.

"Really?" Janelle was taken aback by his bare, well developed upper body. She hadn't been with a man in long time, let alone seen one this built and half naked. Her avant-garde sister tried futilely to convince her to purchase a vibrator, but she was too conservative to do so. She quickly reminded herself that Duncan was young enough to be her son and took her mind out of the gutter.

Duncan was finally able to bring a tear down his cheek. "Except my dad would rip them up if he was drunk." He was becoming a true thespian. "I never did anything to deserve those punishments."

"Didn't you're mother protect you?" Janelle asked as she closed the gap between them and nuzzled him.

"No," he said as his lip quivered and she held him tighter.

"Aww... I'm so sorry. How could they be so ungrateful to have a wonderful son like you?" Janelle released him and was impressed by the craftsmanship on his tattoo from up close. "That's a very beautiful design," she said as she ran her fingers down his arm.

His dick stiffened, but his growing erection was mostly contained by his jeans and his posture. "Thank you," was all he said. He knew this wasn't the opening he was looking for. He couldn't risk it. He had to be patient.

"Goodnight, Duncan," she said as she exited. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Mrs. Campbell," he said as his eyes followed her nice ass out the door. Once the door closed and he was alone, he applauded himself with a reserved golf clap.


Janelle was woken at 2AM that night by someone knocking on her bedroom door. It took her a moment to switch on her bedside lamp and climb out of bed. She was a natural beauty, stunning even without makeup at this indecent hour. She threw a white cotton robe on over her maya blue silk nightgown and answered the door to find Duncan in the hallway. He was drenched in sweat.

"Oh my god... Duncan, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Um... I just can't sleep. Nighttime is so hard for me," Duncan said as Janelle helped him into her bedroom. "When it's quiet and dark... I can't stop thinking about the past... All those horrible nights growing up... And the shouting... God, there was always so much shouting," he continued to brood as she sat him down on the foot of her bed. "I wanted to fall asleep, but I was afraid to close my eyes." He hoped he was doing a decent enough job at appearing vulnerable to her.

Janelle tightened the sash on her robe and sat down next to him. "You poor thing," she said maternally as she reached around his broad shoulders and laid his head just above her bosom. "It will be okay," she assured him. "You're safe now. I promise." She cradled him just as she had done with Leonard when he would have bad dreams as a young boy.

"Would it be all right if I stayed with you for a while?" Duncan asked.

"Here in my room?" Janelle was caught off guard by his query.

"I don't want to be alone right now," he said, looking for pity.

"Sure," she said with some trepidation. "I need to get some sleep, but you can stay a while. I'm still in the habit of sleeping on the left side of the bed anyway. My husband always slept on the right. You get nice and comfy and when you start to feel sleepy you can go back to Kyle's room," she continued. "If you need a glass of water, take from the sink in my bathroom so you don't disturb Lenny."

"Okay... Thank you, Mrs. Campbell. You're too kind," Duncan flattered.

"Not at all. You and Lenny are so close. That makes you family." Janelle lifted his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Now try to get some rest."

Janelle stood and walked to her side of the bed. Duncan scooted back to the side that once belonged to her husband. He couldn't believe that he was about to lay with her. He was already starting to get another hard-on. She turned and removed her robe. Her silk nightie hugged her curvaceous body. He was able to admire her legs and ass as she tossed her robe onto a loveseat. She turned back and slid under the covers. He averted his eyes so not to alert her of his gawking. Janelle turned the lamp off and fell asleep within a few minutes with her son's "good" friend by her side.

Meanwhile, Duncan basked in the glory of overcoming his first hurdle.

Sunlight crept through the lace curtains as Janelle awoke at 6AM. Surprisingly, she found herself above the covers and resting her head on Duncan's torso. Her hand was under his t-shirt, caressing his chiseled abdomen, and her right leg was draped on top of his thigh. Her nightie had ridden up and her cute pink cotton panties were now exposed.

Presumably, she must have cuddled with him during the night merely by force of habit. After all, he was on her husband's side of the bed. She wondered why he was still there because she had told him to eventually go back to Kyle's room, but before she could pull away she noticed that he was pitching a massive tent in his boxer shorts. Her husband like all men had gotten morning wood, but never anything this sizable. She was almost tempted to reach down and touch it, but quickly came to her senses.

She carefully climbed off of him and out of bed, very much hoping not to wake him. She crept into her bathroom and quietly shut the door. Duncan then opened his eyes and fiendishly grinned before going back to sleep.

Janelle woke Duncan up at 7AM and had him return to Kyle's room before Leonard arose. She really didn't want to have to explain to her son as to why his friend was in her bedroom all night.

Janelle showered, then headed down to the kitchen for her morning coffee and tried to not fixate on Duncan's erection. She wore only her bra and panties underneath the robe. Leonard, who was already dressed for class came downstairs a few minutes later and fixed himself a bowl of cereal. He didn't enjoy that she wore so little clothing with Duncan in the house. He remembered the incident where she unknowingly flashed Billy. "Are you going to be all right being stuck with Duncan all day?" Leonard asked. "He can be a real pain in the butt sometimes."

"I'll be fine, dear," she said. "I've taken care of boys all my life."

"But this boy isn't your responsibility," Leonard pointed out.

"Please, let me do what I feel is best," she said.

"Yes, mother, of course. Whatever you say." Leonard finished his cereal and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the house.

Janelle went upstairs and changed into jean shorts and a yellow t-shirt, which is the attire she always wore for her weekly gardening, much to the delight of the neighborhood men. As she left her bedroom she glanced at Kyle's room and inadvertently reminded herself of Duncan's erection. The door was closed, so she assumed that he must still be sleeping.

She spent the next hour or so in the garden, keeping busy, before being joined by a groggy Duncan. She just so happened to be on her knees and bent over to water her flowers at that moment. "Good morning, Mrs. Campbell," he said as he enjoyed both the morning air and view of her backside. Her long tanned legs were perfect, and the tight jean shorts really accentuated her tight ass.

"Good morning, dear, and please call me Janelle," she replied, looking back over her shoulder with her lovely smile.

"Okay, Janelle. Sorry if I over stayed my welcome last night. I guess I just passed out," he said, trying his best to not stare directly at her ass.

"Oh, that's quite all right. I think I slept better knowing there was a big strong man next to me anyway," she teased.

"Maybe we should become bunk mates?" he asked.

Janelle couldn't look him in the eyes and turned her attention back to her flowers, needing a moment to discern whether he was joking before she could respond. "Um, I don't think Lenny would be too comfortable with that."

"I don't want to overstep my bounds or anything, but I haven't gotten more than a couple hours sleep in a long time. It was your kind words and soothing presence that did the trick." He was really tugging on her heart strings.

"I don't know. I'll think about it," she told him.

"Okay." Duncan went back inside and the next few hours were uneventful. Janelle kept to herself, doing housework, while she mulled his suggestion. She really wanted to help him, but wasn't sure if it would be appropriate.

Duncan was watching TV in the living room at 4PM when Janelle joined him on the couch. They sat in awkward silence. She knew that Leonard would be home soon and now would be her last chance to say something regarding sleeping arrangements, but was too conflicted to bring it up.

"You've done a really wonderful job with your garden," Duncan mentioned to break the ice. "Not something I would usually notice, but it's a very pretty garden."

"Thank you." Janelle was put at ease by his thoughtful words. "Listen, if you can't sleep tonight, then it's okay to come to my room. Just make sure you're discreet about it. I don't think Lenny would understand. His home life was so good up until the separation. He couldn't possibly understand."

"Thank you so much, Janelle," he said, seeming very genuine.

She maternally took his hand. Both being from broken homes, she felt a bond with him. Neither of them had anymore to say on the subject. It was a touching scene as Duncan's true motive of lust remained hidden. While she was thinking about how proud her mother would be that she was helping a disadvantaged youth, he was thinking about getting those sexy thighs of hers wrapped around him. They held hands until they heard Leonard arrive at the front door.

Chinese takeout was for dinner. The three of them ate together at the kitchen table like a makeshift family. Janelle was mostly left out of the conversation as Leonard and Duncan joked about their old high school teachers. She was deep in thought anyway, being proud that she was caring for Duncan in a way that his own mother should have, but also upset that she would have to keep something from her son.

Janelle lay restless in bed that night, tossing and turning, worrying about Duncan, and resenting his lousy parents for the psychological trauma they've caused him. That's why she thought it was so important for her to reconcile with her husband for the sake of her two sons.

There was a knock at her door around 1:30AM. A gentle knock, almost as if Duncan knew she would still be awake. She turned on her bedside lamp and said "Come in," certain that it was Duncan outside and not her son. Duncan entered and she motioned for him to join her in the bed. He obliged and no words were exchanged because they had an understanding. She set her alarm clock for 7AM, so Duncan could again sneak back to Kyle's room before Leonard emerged. They got snug under the covers and slept like angels that night.

This became routine over the next week. It was mutually decided that it was best for Duncan to not even bother trying to sleep in Kyle's room, rather to just wait until Leonard went to bed and then come join Janelle in her room. She never realized how much she missed a male presence in the bedroom, while he was living his ultimate fantasy. Her nighties were quite revealing, allowing him to admire her sexy legs and cleavage. He even had the privilege of watching as she applied body lotion to her smooth skin before they went to sleep. It took him everything not to make a move on her, but he knew he couldn't if he wanted to execute his grand plan. She caught him peeking a few times, but thought nothing of it as boys will be boys. On some levels it was flattering, as her husband didn't seem to view her as a sexual body in ages...


Leonard inevitably learned of the risqué slumber party. He was heading to a tech convention and his cell phone charger was busted, so he needed to borrow his mom's. He wasn't leaving until 8AM that day, but got out of bed at 6AM so there'd be plenty of time to shower, charge the phone, and have some breakfast. Janelle had forgotten this was the day of the convention and did not adjust her alarm clock accordingly, so Duncan was still in her bed when Leonard woke up.

Leonard assumed to get in and out of her bedroom quickly with the charger and not disturb her. He crept down the hallway, carefully opened her door, and then the biggest bombshell of his life... He found his mother sleeping next to Duncan... Who was on his father's side of the bed!!!

"Son of a...," Leonard muttered under his breath. He had no clue what was happening and prayed it wasn't what it looked liked. Duncan HAD once declared his intentions to fuck Janelle. He should've confronted them immediately, but he was in shock and instead slunk back into the hallway and closed the door. He need more time to assess the situation.

Leonard waited downstairs at the kitchen table. He had no interest in going to the convention anymore. He wanted some damn answers. He heard Duncan go back to Kyle's room at 7AM. Then heard his mother's shower running, so he went to her room and lingered.

Janelle exited her bathroom a few minutes later in nothing but a towel. She was startled to find Leonard in her room. He had a stern expression on his face. "Lenny? Is something wrong?" she asked as her damp hair dripped all over the hard wood floor.

"Yeah... Why the hell was Duncan sleeping with you!?" he demanded.

"Please, calm down," she begged. "It's not what you think. He has trouble sleeping. He has nightmares and needs someone to comfort him," she explained. "It's a result of his harsh upbringing."

"Bullshit!" Leonard hollered as he was getting pretty irate.

"I know you're upset about your father and me separating, but imagine dealing with that heartache all your life. Along with abusive parents who were poor financial providers. It's a wonder Duncan isn't completely screwed up." She was doing her best to calm her son with this speech.

"Yeah, I know he has a rough life and nowhere to go, but isn't sleeping in your bed crossing a line? If he needs company at night, I'd rather he use one of our old sleeping bags and crash on my floor," Leonard said.

"It's a parental figure that he needs to free him from the nightmares. That's why he's staying in our house in the first place. But it's only a temporary arrangement until he gets a job and starts to feel better," she swore.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I wouldn't be letting him in my bed if I wasn't... Don't you trust me?" she asked.

"Of course, but I'm still getting use to dad being gone. I really wasn't expecting for Duncan to be allowed in your bed. What if dad came home to reconcile and found you two together? That would be the end of that." Leonard seemed intent on scolding his mother even if she had made some fair points.

"We told you that this separation was only temporary. I'm trying my best, so please don't use the fact that I'm helping YOUR friend as ammunition against me." She was starting to get misty eyed. This was not how she wanted to start the day.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean it like that." Guilt was starting to sink in. Leonard went over to Janelle and gave her a big hug. Her scented body wash was very enticing. It was hard for any man, even her own son, to stay mad at her for long.

"Please, let's not fight about your dad or Duncan or anything else. You'll always be my special guy," she said affectionately. She made him blush with an Eskimo kiss, which was their special thing that not even Kyle or his dad experienced. He would always be her little boy.

Leonard went to the convention and tried to have a nice time, but just couldn't enjoy himself. He was angry at the entire situation, but also upset with himself for lashing out at his mother. He decided that he still needed to have a serious talk with his "pal" Duncan.

Leonard returned home at 7PM. He walked up the driveway and entered through the side gate. He found Duncan looking very comfortable, sitting at the edge of the pool, having a smoke, with his feet dangling in the water.

"Bro, how was the geek show?" Duncan asked.

"Fine." Leonard wasn't interested in making small talk.

"I couldn't even afford the admission," Duncan said in a self deprecating manner. Duncan had learned to keep his act up at all times whether Janelle was there or not.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sleeping in my mom's room!?" Leonard demanded.

"Because she thought you'd freak out," Duncan said before taking a long drag.

"No shit!" Leonard shouted. "Wouldn't you freak!?"

"Did she explain to you why I'm sleeping with her?" Duncan asked.

"Yeah," Leonard admitted.

"So you know it's like therapy for me and there's no reason to get bitchy." Duncan pulled his feet out of the pool and stood up. He wondered if Leonard would be intimidated by him.

"Fuck you!" Leonard surprisingly stood his ground.

"Hey, you live in this mansion with a saint of a mother. I grew up in a rat infested tenement and now I got some sort of sleep deprivation mental disorder." Duncan went onto the patio. "Ever go a week without any sleep? Your life is awesome and mine really sucks, so give me a damn break."

"Awesome!?" Leonard followed him onto the patio. "My folks are separated too!"

"Their separation has been a picnic compared to my parents' World War III. Take what you've gone through and times that by a billion and you've got my miserable existence." Duncan found an ashtray and put his cigarette out. Leonard's father was a smoker and the ashtray is a reminder of him.

"Sorry, but that's not my problem," Leonard responded.

"I know. I wish there was a pill I could take that would make all the craziness go away. Having a surrogate mom for the short time I crash here will make a big difference down the road. I'll get a job and get out of your hair soon. Your mom said that she'll be getting back together with your dad soon. Your life will get back on track way before mine does. I'm not asking for your sympathy; I'm asking for your patience." Duncan was giving another sincere performance. He trusted that Leonard would be convinced as his mother had.

"Man, I don't like this too much, but I guess it's my mom's decision," Leonard said. "But just so YOU know this may have an adverse affect on our friendship down the road."

"I really hope not, but however it has to be." Duncan patted Leonard on the shoulder before going inside the house.

Leonard spent the next few hours on the internet, tweaking his fantasy football team until 11PM. His mom then opened his bedroom door without bothering to knock, so Leonard felt pretty relieved that he hadn't begun browsing literotica yet. She was in her white robe and ready for bed. "Goodnight, Lenny my sweetheart," she said lovingly.

"Yeah, goodnight mom," he responded in kind.

"Sleep tight, bro," Duncan said as he appeared over her shoulder.

"Right," was all a sullen Leonard could muster.

Janelle shut the door and Leonard felt like he might actually throw up. He remembered what it was like as a kid to have both his parents come to tuck him in at night. Now it was like a joke that everyone was in on... but him.


Janelle and Duncan got ready for bed. She gave him an innocent kiss on the forehead before lights out. It was in the darkness that she shed her robe because he had been caught staring a little too much as of late. Duncan was disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see her scantily clad body in sexy lingerie. But now it was time for the next phase in his quest to seduce her...

Janelle stirred from a sound sleep around 2AM and found Duncan sitting up in bed and breathing heavily. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you feel well?"

"It's happening again," he lamented.

"You can't sleep?" she asked, sitting up to turn the lamp on.

"No, I can sleep. I just can't stop having the nightmares," he explained.

"Aww... Would a sleeping pill help?" she asked as she massaged his shoulders.

"No, I tried that in the past. There is something that's always helped, but..." he trailed off.

"What?" she persisted because she was so truly concerned for him.

"I can't say." He rubbed his eyes as if about to weep. "It's too embarrassing."

"Please... Duncan, I want to help you," Janelle said as she nuzzled him.

"I would... um... touch myself," he finally admitted to her.

"Oh... you mean... masturbate?" she asked as she inched away from him.

"I really hope you don't think I'm disgusting or something," he said.

"No... I mean... it's natural," she stammered as her eyes drifted to his crotch.

"Forget I said anything. I'll go back to Kyle's room so you can relax," he offered.

"No, I swore I would help you through this tough time," she said, not fully knowing where she was going with this train of thought. "You could use my bathroom or would it be better if you did it here in the bed?"

"I'd probably be more comfortable here in the bed," he said.

"Okay, I'll go into the bathroom for a few minutes so you'll have privacy. I'll bring you a towel to clean up after. Would you... um... need more than a few minutes?" she was pretty embarrassed to ask.

"A few minutes should be enough and thank you for not judging me," he said.

"Never," she assured him.

Janelle left him alone in the bed and entered her bathroom. For the next few minutes she thought about what was transpiring in her bed... that she once shared with her husband. She was aware that Duncan was well endowed and now he was pleasuring himself less than ten feet away.

Time passed slowly and she began to wonder if he was finished yet. She grabbed a towel and opened the door a crack. She only took a quick glance, but saw Duncan with his eyes closed and his boxer shorts pulled down, stroking his thick nine inch member at a fast pace. He let out a grunt and spurted. Janelle was taken aback by how much semen he spilled. It must have been a long time since he had an orgasm. Something she could definitely relate to.

"Janelle... I'm finished," he cooed.

She shielded her eyes and approached the bed with towel in hand. She tossed it to him and looked away as he wiped the cum off his semi hard member. "Thank you, Janelle. I think I'll be able to sleep well tonight."

"Well, that's all that matters," she said. "You should toss that towel in my shower. I'll let it dry overnight before I put in the hamper with the rest of the laundry."

"Whatever you say." Duncan pulled his boxers up and went into the bathroom. Janelle checked to see if he had gotten any cum on the sheets before she climbed back into bed. Her head was spinning, but she turned the lamp off and tried to get some sleep.


Janelle waited for Leonard to leave for class in the morning before she did laundry. Not that he ever interfered with that particular chore, but she was being overly cautious. As distressing as their last argument was, this would be an all out screaming match. Duncan meanwhile slept in, and then took a nice long hot shower. Everything was working out favorably so far.

Janelle wisely gave Duncan a towel before he started masturbating the next night so there was no chance of her seeing anything undue. She waited in her bathroom until the coast was clear. She was half thinking that she should use this time to masturbate too since she hadn't had an orgasm since her husband moved out. And even when her husband was around, orgasms came few and far between.

Duncan fell asleep quickly the next night, so Janelle assumed that two nights of masturbating had solved the dilemma. She went to sleep, but was woken up at 3AM by the mattress quaking. She had her back to Duncan, but realized that he was jerking off right next to her... He must have had a nightmare.

She thought it was polite of him not to wake her and banish her to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he could not beat his meat quietly enough. She wanted to turn to him and let him know everything was okay, but she worried he'd be humiliated if caught in the act. She closed her eyes and did her best to pretend she was asleep.

Of course he was pumping his cock with the sole intention of waking her. He badly wanted her to see. He was extremely confident in his size, being that most every girl he bedded had pointed that fact out to him in a craving manner.

He finished a few minutes later and went into the bathroom. She took a quick peek at him before he shut the door... The bathroom light revealed that he was completely naked and his manhood was still erect. She wondered how could he still be so hard? Her husband always went flaccid mere seconds after cumming. But then again, her husband didn't have a big, beautiful cock like Duncan. She quickly shook off the dirty thoughts and closed her eyes to get back to sleep.


Leonard was doing the dishes in the early afternoon. He gazed out the window above the kitchen sink and saw mother sunbathing by the pool in her sexy black string bikini. Here was an instance where he had to admit to himself that his mother was a total babe with an amazing body. His concentration was only broken by the sound of flip flops entering the kitchen.

"What's up, bro?" asked Duncan, who was in a bathing suit and carrying a towel.

"Not too much," Leonard responded. "Going for a swim?"

"Yeah, you're so lucky to have grown up with a pool. My family would have to drive across town to that rundown public pool," Duncan griped. "Even that was a luxury some summers."

"Well, enjoy the pool while you're still here," Leonard said.

"I will." Duncan grinned, his way of letting Leonard know that he wasn't leaving anytime soon. Leonard watched Duncan exit through the sliding glass door and park himself next to Janelle outside.

Janelle was laying face up on a lounge chair and wearing dark shades. She had the straps of her bikini top off her shoulders to prevent tan lines. "Hey, roomie," she said with a cutesy voice and a big smile on her face. "You know, I have something I have to tell you."

"Yeah? What's that?" he queried while admiring her simply ravishing body. How was it possible that she could possess a body like that after having two children?

"Now don't be embarrassed, but I heard you last night," she confessed.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I was having rough time. I didn't mean to wake you," he said, grinning to himself.

"It's quite all right, dear. Don't be ashamed. I was wondering though... what do you think about when you... you know?" She was too conservative to say the word masturbate yet again.

"Um... supermodels I guess." That was a lie. He always thought about her. "I really wish I didn't have to think about anything. Just clear my mind and be soothed; both physically and emotionally. I'd feel less... dirty."

"No, don't feel that way. You're doing what you must to ease your tension. It's not your fault that have these restless nights." Janelle was a born nurturer. "I think I can help to alleviate your stress."

"Yeah? How's that?" he asked, salivating to know.

"Tonight," she assured him.

"Okay... In the meantime, would you like me to rub some suntan lotion on your back?" he generously offered. "I've been told in the past that I'm a talented masseuse."

"Um... Can Lenny see us?" she asked with trepidation.

A suspicious Leonard was watching them from the window with a scowl on his face.

"Yep," Duncan admitted.

"I'll have to say no. I think he's a little jealous of our friendship," she said.

Duncan was disappointed. He wanted to touch her. Feel her soft skin. Hell, he wanted to fuck her right there on the lounge chair. He couldn't care less if Leonard was watching. In fact, he'd love for someone to witness him give this milf the most epic fuck of her life.

Duncan was sitting up in bed at midnight as Janelle locked the door. This was something she hadn't done before. "My husband would sometimes have trouble... getting it up," she said as she rummaged through her dresser. "Playing with my underwear would help." She took a pair of violet panties and presented them to Duncan. "If you were stimulated faster, then you wouldn't feel as guilty afterwards. It would be a more pleasurable experience."

"Wow... I think you're right, Janelle." Duncan gleefully accepted her panties.

"Well, I guess I'll go and wait in the bathroom as usual," she teased.

"No, why don't you lie down. I promise I won't disturb you," he said.

"Hmm... I don't know about that... Are you sure?" she asked.

"I feel like an ingrate by always making you wait in the bathroom when this is your own house," he explained. "And this is your bed. Please, it would mean a lot to me if you stayed."

"Okay, if you insist." She turned the lights out and got comfy under the covers with her back to him. "Goodnight, Duncan."

"Goodnight, Janelle," he replied as he pulled his boxers down and started stroking his shaft with her panties. They felt so good... they were so soft. He couldn't stop think about how the material must feel against her pussy. It was driving him wild. His best jerking session yet.

He couldn't help but grunt and the mattress was really bucking despite of his promise. Curiosity was getting the better of Janelle and she looked over her shoulder. Even in the darkness she could discern the pumping motion of his fist. She bit her bottom lip and gripped her sheets. She was rooting him on... but for benefit of whom?

"Oh... fuck!" Duncan bellowed as he came into her panties.

"Hush... Lenny will hear you!" she said in a panic.

"I'm sorry, Janelle," he said, catching his breath.

"Go and leave my panties in the shower," she said. "Sweet dreams."

"They will be... thanks to you," he said kindly.


Janelle washed the cum stains out of her panties the next day and debated whether or not she could ever wear them again. Should they remain as a gratifying implement for Duncan? Ultimately, she felt it would be cheap to make Duncan reuse them.

She gave him a fresh pair that night, but they didn't seem to have the same effect. She laid there in the dark and listened to him struggling to reach orgasm. He purposely refrained from actually rubbing his cock, and he tried to make as many frustrating grunts as possible. This was all according to his plan.

"Duncan, what's the matter sweetie?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm feeling self-conscience again," he said.

"Do you not like my panties anymore?" she asked, puzzled. Duncan thought it was so hot when she used the word "panties." "If masturbating doesn't help anymore, what can we do?" she asked.

"Um... Can you please turn the light on?" he asked.

"Sure." She sat up and switched the lamp on... To her shock, Duncan's boxers were still down and he was exposing himself, as was his intention. She shielded her eyes from his erection as best she could.

"I really want to finish, so that I can sleep, otherwise I'll have nightmares again. I don't want any nightmares tonight. But... I think I need your help," he said as he looked up at her with sad puppy dog eyes.

"But I already gave you my underwear... What more can I do?" She then realized what he was asking. "No... I can't... I'm married... I mean... I'm separated... but..." She was very flustered and just kept rambling as she started to inadvertently gawk at his thick, throbbing member. "You're friends with my son," she exclaimed.

"I thought you were my friend too?" he said in a final push to manipulate her.

"Of course I am, but imagine if my son found out?" she pleaded.

"You really think I want him finding out about this?" Duncan said, trying to suppress a grin as he actually would love to rub it in Leonard's face. "It will be our secret."

"All right..." she said reluctantly after a long pause. "I'll do this for you."

"Thank you." Duncan did his best to hide his excitement.

Janelle inched closer to him, took a deep breath, wrapped her dainty fingers around his large cock and started to slowly stroke it up and down.

"Oh...Janelle...that feels so good," he groaned as he watched the milf succumb to his scheme. He had jacked off in her bed four times, TWICE with her right next to him, but this time it was the incredibly hot milf herself that stroked his hard prick.

"Good. I want to take care of you," she said as she continued to slowly pump his shaft. "You're such a sweet boy and you deserve to be shown love." Her other hand reached down and lightly tickled his balls with her gentle fingernails... something her husband had always enjoyed. "Do you feel better now?" she asked, fully knowing the answer.

"Oh...yes...definitely," he replied. He loved staring at her voluptuous breasts as the spaghetti straps of her nightie began slipping off her shoulders. She appeared unaware that her tits were about to pop out and he prayed that he might get a gander of them exposed.

Janelle eyes were locked in on his cock and she was shocked by the thrill she received as she began to jack him faster. Her other hand was now caressing his scrotum, massaging his balls.

"Hmmm... wait... I have an idea," she said as she abruptly stopped fondling him. He was about to protest as she moved over to her night stand, but he relented when he saw her grab a bottle of her lotion.

"This will make it better for you, right?" she asked staring at his pulsating cock.

"Whatever you say," he answered with a cocky grin as he watched his buddy's mom squirt lotion all over his big dick. The lotion felt cold, but Duncan soon forgot when both her warm hands encircled it and resumed jacking him off. She was now upright, sitting on her legs next to him on the bed, which enabled her to extend both of her arms for better leverage. Since his cock was so big, she easily used both hands to pump up and down, as if she was churning butter.

Now that he was lubricated, the squishing and squashing sounds of her jacking him off were distinctly audible. Duncan, still sporting a sly grin, watched Janelle's voluptuous tits bob and jiggle in her thin nightie in chorus with her stroking motions.

"I'm so happy I can do this for you," she cooed, breathing heavily. "Now show me what a big boy you are... by cumming for me..." She was pumping his big cock at a fast pace now still using both of her hands, her eyes staring unflinchingly at it.

"Oh my god...Janelle..." He ached to kiss her, but knew that could ruin everything if she didn't take to it. "Janelle...fuck...I'm gonna..." Duncan cried out as his cock erupted with his seed sprayed nearly a foot into the air and landed on her expensive lingerie. "Mmm...fuck...Janelle," Duncan moaned as she continued to pump his spraying shaft until the last couple spurts landed on the bed sheets.

Back in Leonard's bedroom, he could hear murmurs through the wall. It almost sounded like his mom was giggling like school girl. Should he go and snoop? He thought about it, but ultimately decided not to rock the boat.

Duncan took the panties she had given him and began to wipe his messy cock. Meanwhile, she went into the bathroom, where she took off her small nightie and put it into the sink, hoping it was not permanently stained. She then reached down and felt between her legs... the panties she was wearing were soaked with her own juices. She slipped the panties off and reached for a new, dry pair to put on.

Janelle and Duncan slept without sheets that night because they had been stained and left in a pile on her bathroom floor. She wore an oversized t-shirt instead of another nightgown. They also spooned... intentionally this time. The bond between them was getting stronger.

Leonard woke up early the next morning before 6AM and crept to his mom's bedroom. He wanted a quick peek, but found the door locked. He was unaware that she had started to lock her door... Why?


Hand jobs became the new nightly routine for Duncan and Janelle. She always used hand lotion to lube his cock. She'd also lay out plenty of towels because he produced hefty amounts of cum and she was getting tired of laundering the sheets.

He claimed to not be tormented by nightmares anymore. She was proud of his progress and forgave that he was putting little effort into finding a job. She continued to receive checks in the mail from her estranged husband, so she wasn't hurting for cash. Leonard had class four days a week while Janelle and Duncan spent most of their time sunbathing by the pool. One day she finally felt comfortable enough to let him apply sun tan lotion to her back as she laid face down on her lounge chair.

He brushed her golden hair out of the way and squirted some lotion onto her shoulders. He massaged her for a while to get her more relaxed before he asked "Do you remember what you said last week about... stimulation?"

"Of course I do, sweetie," she said in a dream like way.

"I think it would help if we both got naked from now on," he said.

"You want to see me naked?" she asked as she came back to her senses.

"Only when you assist me at night. I'll ejaculate a lot quicker." He started massaging her feet and slowly worked his way up. He rapidly moved past her calves and started massaging her toned upper legs. "And you wouldn't have to worry about me staining another one of your exquisite nightgowns."

Her sexy little black bikini bottom was almost entirely sunken into the crease of her beautiful ass. "What do you think?" He couldn't help himself and started heavily massaging her baby smooth ass cheeks.

"Sweetie, I'm old enough to be your mother," she said dreamily.

"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." He moved up her body once again and started stroking the small of her back. "You're sexier than any of those supermodels in the magazines."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she purred.

"Besides," he continued. "It's not like you haven't see all of me."

"I'll think about it... if you're a good boy." Janelle then got up... much to his dismay. He had really hoped to continue the rubdown. She put her shades on and strutted onto the patio, wiggling her ass for his benefit.

Meanwhile, paranoia was begging to set in for poor old Leonard. He resorted to placing a drinking glass against the shared wall that night to try and listen in... But he heard nothing. Not a peep.

This was because Janelle and Duncan were not conversing. He sat naked on a towel at the foot of the bed while she stood before him in her nightie. Janelle took a deep breath before she reached up to hook her thumbs under the thin straps and slowly push them off her shoulders. She hesitated for a moment, and then decided to just get it over with. After the straps fell down her arms, she pulled the top down with both hands. Her sizable breasts popped free from the confines of her tight nightie. She slid her nightie all the way off her curvaceous body down to her ankles and was not wearing underwear.

He delighted in the sight of her naked figure... natural and perky breasts, curvy yet impeccably toned body, and a tight blonde bush she had neatly trimmed earlier for his benefit. Everything he dreamt she could be and more. His cock immediately sprang to attention.

"God... You are so beautiful," he told her.

"Aww... you're just being nice," she said as she placed a pillow on the floor and knelt down in front of his rock hard cock.

He handed her the bottle of lotion and she poured a glob into her palm. She rubbed her delicate hands together, and then began massaging his balls.

"Mmm... Janelle... you make me feel so much better..." he groaned.

"I'm here for you, sweetie... Always..." she assured him in an innocent voice. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft and started to swiftly stroke it up and down, not dawdling, and intent on making him cum quickly.

Meanwhile, he was in awe of her supple breasts. Her big pink nipples were nice and hard. Then he noticed her luscious lips part as if she wanted to take his prick into her mouth!!!

Her pussy was on fire as she continued to stroke him. She couldn't deny any longer that she was getting off on this. Her husband never made her this hot.

She could tell that he was already set to burst, so she picked up the pace. "Yes...cum for a good boy and cum for me..." she begged. "I want to see this big thick cock spew..." She was so focused on feverishly stroking his prick that she didn't think to grab a towel.

"Oh...fuck...Janelle..." he bellowed, spraying his cum all over her tits and she was left stunned. "Shit... I'm so sorry," he said even though this was a dream come true.

"Don't worry... It's not your fault" she said as she hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Her pussy was incredibly wet and she didn't want him to see. She felt guilty for some reason, like she was taking advantage of him. As she looked at her cum soaked breasts in the mirror, she knew that she must gratify herself. She was so turned on that it wouldn't take much effort to climax.

She closed her eyes and began to caress her pussy, running her fingers over the soft folds of flesh, fantasizing about his big cock. She started to slowly finger herself, moaning softly as she circled her sensitive clit.

"Duncan..." she whispered as she brushed her fingers through his cum. She blissfully licked her fingers clean and he tasted better than her husband. She was in a frenzy and brought herself to orgasm. "Mmm..." She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning. Her juices flowed freely from her pussy and down the inside of her leg.

"Janelle, are you okay?" Duncan asked as he knocked on the door.

"Yes... just give me moment to clean up," she panted, trying to compose herself.

She exited the bathroom a few moments later wearing only her white robe. Duncan was lounged back with his hands behind his head and a satisfied grin on his face. His cock was still out in the open, now semi flaccid.

"There's no reason to be bashful around each other at this point," he said to justify the nudity. He had a suspicion that she had masturbated, but wasn't going to say anything. Why prod when she would soon be his for the taking?

"I guess you're right," she said as she dropped her robe and crawled into the bed.

"I'm definitely going to sleep great tonight," he said, watching her naked tits sway as she got comfortable and pulled the sheets up over her. "Thank you so much, Janelle. You are the best roomie ever."

"But that's our secret," she said, reaching over to kiss Duncan on the forehead.

"Leonard said you give him Eskimo kisses... to show that you love him. I've never had anyone do something so sweet for me," he said shyly.

She smiled and lovingly rubbed her nose against his before turning the lights off. They wrapped their naked bodies together as they fell to a peaceful sleep.


Leonard's only class for the day was cancelled, however he had no interest in going home. He was avoiding his mother. He feared that he would say or accuse her of something that he would later regret, so he sought haven at his favorite bookstore.

This is where he was discovered by Chelsea, who hadn't heard much from Duncan in the past few weeks save for a few text messages. She was curious as to what was going on with him and dreaded the possibility that he might have a new girlfriend. She found Leonard at the same table doodling in a notepad. "You never called me." She caught him by surprise. "How come?"

"Chelsea, I'm so sorry," he said as she sat down across from him. "Things have been hectic and I just haven't had time." She was wearing more conservative attire this time.

"I've never had a guy not call me." She spoke the truth.

"I wasn't trying to make history," he admitted.

"Don't worry." She leaned forward to look at his doodles. "I don't hold grudges."

"Thanks for understanding... How's work?" he asked.

"Boring... How's college?" she responded.

"Mundane as I expected," he confessed.

"Anything interesting going on in your world?" she queried.

"Well, remember we talked about Duncan Flannagan?" he begrudgingly asked.

Chelsea acted vague about it... "Yeah."

"His mother threw him out, so now he's staying with us," he explained.

"How generous of you," she said as if this was new information.

"My mom insisted," he said. "She's the patron saint of troubled youths."

"That's something to be proud of," she said with some sincere admiration.

"I guess so," he mumbled. He had mixed at best feelings towards his mother.

Chelsea could tell that he was dispirited. "Is Duncan a burden?" she asked.

"Not intentionally." He wasn't about to tell her about the sleeping arrangements.

"That's why my mom doesn't like houseguests," she said.

"A very wise woman she must be." If only his mother had that motto.

"You only say that because you don't know her," she asserted.

He wanted to change the subject. "Moving out soon?" he asked.

"After the holidays," she said. "I won't be living luxury, but I need my independence."

"Understood," he said as she stood. He wished she'd stay longer.

"My shift manning the register at the shop starts soon, so I gotta take off." Looking into his sweet eyes across the table, she decided that he wasn't such bad company for a geek.

"Did you come in here just to see me?" he asked.

"Yep... You still have my number. Call me," she said as she departed.

Finally, Leonard had a reason to smile... But not for much longer...


Back at home, Janelle had the place to herself. Duncan was out for the day, allegedly job hunting. It was spontaneous when she pleasured herself in the bathroom last night, now she fully intended on enjoying her private time. She always flinched when her sister suggested masturbation, but young Mr. Flannagan stirred something within. Her sex drive was experiencing a reawakening.

She made herself comfortable on the pullout couch in the lounge that unbeknownst to her had seen its fair share of masturbating on account of Billy. She wore a tight tank top and the first pair of panties that Duncan stroked his dick with. She had her cell phone in her hand as she leaned back, placing her left foot on the coffee table and right foot on the couch cushion. She took a deep breath as she slid her hand into her panties and began to rub her pussy. She then opened up a picture on her phone with her free hand. It was of Duncan by the pool in his bathing suit.

"Mmm..." she purred, slipping TWO fingers into her wet slit. "Fuck me Duncan... Fuck me hard with your thick cock..." She was thoroughly exhilarated by her fantasy. She inadvertently glanced at a framed photo of her family from last Christmas. It meant nothing to her at moment. All she thought about was being filled with Duncan's succulent seed. "Fuck me Duncan..." She planted a sloppy kiss on the screen.

"YES! YES!" She dropped her phone and pulled her top up so she could play with her stiff nipples. Her fingers were moving with the same haste as if she was jacking Duncan. She was practically grinding herself into the couch. It was such a thrill because these panties had been stained with the cum that she now desired. It was the next best thing to being penetrated by him. "Duncan... I love you... Fuck me hard with your thick cock..." She closed her eyes and climaxed.

"Oh my god..." She in took in mouthfuls of air as she removed her hand from her panties.

She picked her phone back up and stared at a shirtless Duncan with intense yearning.


Later that night, Janelle knelt on her pillow as she again eyed Duncan's rock hard cock. She had been counting down the minutes that day for this moment, and she was shaking with anticipation. They were both nude and the same look of desire from the night before was on her face as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft.

"Mmm... does that feel good, sweetie?" she asked.

"Oh my god... It feels amazing, Janelle," he sighed.

"Your much bigger..." she trailed off.

"Than?" he wondered.

"You're much bigger than my husband..." She wasn't sure why she told him that.

He was already dripping precum and she insuppressibly kissed the head of his dick. He knew what she wanted... what she needed. "It's all right, Janelle," he said approvingly. "I want you to..."

Then it happened... She leaned forward and steadily took his prick into her mouth. He groaned as her lips stretched around his shaft. She adjusted to its girth and began to suck him off with fervor. His cock tasted wonderful and she felt her pussy flood.

"Yes...that's it...suck it good..." he commanded as the sounds of slurping filled the room.

She was no longer conflicted with her actions. This is what they both craved. Her hands found his balls and began to squeeze them. Duncan delighted in watching her head bob up and down in his lap. The passage of time became inestimable like an actual dream.

"Oh...fuck...yeah...suck my cock!" he hollered.

Janelle panicked as his cock plopped from her lips.

"No... Hush... Lenny will hear you," she said.

"All right... I'll be quiet... just don't stop..." he begged.

Her warm lips quickly returned to his cock and he palmed the back of her head with one hand. He could feel her soft tongue on the underside of his cock, licking back and forth across the shaft. His other hand reached down and fondled her tits.

"Mmmmmm..." she purred with a mouthful of cock as he pinched and tweaked her hard nipples.

"Jesus Christ... Janelle..." He clutched her long blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" His cock swelled in her mouth and his orgasm arrived. "Holy shit! Here it comes!" The feeling was intense as she swallowed all of his cum.

Leonard then spoiled the fun by banging on the bedroom door.

"Is everything okay in there?" he asked.

Janelle shoved Duncan onto his back and tossed a blanket on top of him. "Just a minute, sweetheart..." She wiped her mouth clean and threw her white robe on. She prayed that she could get this past her son. She unlocked the door and opened it a crack. "I'm so sorry, hun. Did we wake you?"

"Yes, what the hell is all that yelling about?" he asked.

"Oh... Duncan had one of his nightmares," she said while holding her robe closed.

"Maybe you should make him some tea?" he said while trying to discern if she had anything on underneath. "That always helped dad sleep."

"No, I learned some meditation techniques from a yoga instructor." Janelle said, trying to be nonchalant. "I think we'll give that a try instead."

"Meditation?" Leonard wasn't sure what to think, especially since his mom appeared to be very flustered. He peeked around her and saw Duncan lounging on the bed with his hands behind his head and a shit-eating grin. He certainly didn't look like someone who just woke up from a nightmare.

"Yes, now go back to sleep and ignore any noises you hear," she said as she shut the door. "Goodnight and sweet dreams." She relocked the door and listened for Leonard to depart, and then she sat next to Duncan on the bed.

"I can't believe I just lied to my son," she said. "I'm so ashamed."

"You're upset... It's understandable, but I think I can help you feel much better," he said.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked. Now she was the one salivating... her pussy was sopping.

"Just close your eyes and relax. I'm going to return the favor," he whispered. He gently laid her back on the bed and opened her robe. No more playing innocent. It was time to take charge. Janelle was confused, but quite willing to allow Duncan to have his way with her.

He took position between her legs, winked, and began probing her clit with his tongue.

"Mmm...sweetie...that's so nice," she responded lustfully. He savored her pussy, but this was just foreplay. Tonight was the night. He was going to fuck her no matter what. "Mmm...oh my god...Duncan..." she moaned as his tongue went into overdrive.

"Don't stop...make me cum...please...make me cum!" she begged.

Duncan rejoiced as he heard the abandoned tone in her voice. He pulled her labia open to fully expose her clit, which he continued caressing with his tongue as she beat the back of her head against the mattress and tugged at his hair. He cupped her sweet ass and lifted her waist so he could fully invade her tasty pussy with his tongue.

"Duncan...oh...oh...oh..." she cried deliriously as he tongued fucked her to orgasm. "My husband never made me feel like this!" she exalted. Eventually her body stopped convulsing, but she was almost hyperventilating and he feared she might faint. That would have been a personal best for him. She pulled her robe off and tossed it away in an attempt to cool off.

Meanwhile, Leonard again had his ear to the cup and was listening in agony through the shared wall.

Duncan lay proudly next to Janelle for several minutes and she spied he was fully erect again.

"What are we going to do about this?" he asked, indicating his hard-on.

"My, you're such a stud..." Janelle rolled over and straddled him. "I've waited too long for this..." She positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy and gave him another Eskimo kiss as she lowered herself onto his cast-iron cock. "Oh my god..." Janelle moaned as his cock penetrated deep within her pussy. "You're so thick..." Janelle took a second to adjust, and then slowly started to ride him. They settled into a rhythm. He held onto her hips as he thrust up into her.

"Fuck me... " Janelle whispered into his ear.

"You're so beautiful...Janelle...I love you so much..." Duncan moaned as her tits rubbed against his hairy chest. He wished he had his cell phone. He wanted this moment to last forever, but he was so infatuated with her that he wouldn't last as long as he did with girls in own age like Chelsea.

"Yes...oh...god...yes..." Janelle screamed as she grinded into his cock.

"Is my cock bigger than your husbands?" he grunted as he pawed at her ass.

"Yes... Your cock is so big! My husband is nothing compared to you!" Janelle accelerated her pace. "You make me so hot!" Janelle held onto the bed frame with one hand as her tits violently bounced up and down. "Tell me you love me!"

"I've always loved you..." he proclaimed before they kissed hard and passionately.

" love you too... " Janelle sighed as her fingernails dug into his pecs. "And I love this big thick cock..." Janelle quickened her pace with the final few thrusts. "Oh my god...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." Janelle screamed as an orgasm engulfed her body.

Duncan wasn't far behind... his cock swelled and spewed hot cum deep in her hot pussy.

"Yes...fill " Janelle moaned as the last few drops of cum emptied into her body. She collapsed on top of him and gave him a big kiss before she lay her head down on his chest. She tried to catch her breath as she remained motionless on top of him for several minutes, his wet cock still inserted into her stretched pussy and his hands caressing her ass.

"Was it worth the wait?" he proudly asked.

"Oh my god... That was the best I've ever had... I never realized how lacking my husband was..." Janelle felt drained as his cock finally slipped from her soaking pussy. "Are all the boys your age this passionate?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"No," he boasted as they snuggled.

"Was this is a mistake?" she asked while nibbling on his earlobe.

"No, it was meant to be," Duncan said as he kissed her again, laughing inside that his plot had been a resounding success.

"I agree," Janelle proclaimed. "This is true love."

It wasn't long before they were at it again. Leonard had to listen to the thumping and creaking of his mom's bed all night long as his asshole excuse for a friend continuously fucked her. She moaned and screamed wildly for hours on end.


Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 02



"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.

"'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.

"'re so'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. "'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" 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.

"'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.

" 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'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 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 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.

" 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.

" 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!!?"

" 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.


Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 03


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.


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.

" 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.

" 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.


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.

" 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'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.

" 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.

" 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' 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.

"'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.

"'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.

" 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.

" 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. " 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?

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