My Son’s Roommate

by Red Rose Publishing

  Not knowing what else to do, Shanna tossed Dave the end of the second sheet.

  Life had been so much simpler when she was only reading about it in her romances.

  When Dave was squared away in her office, Shanna went to the refrigerator to get herself a beer. She brought the pile of romances with her—there was no way she was leaving those for Bobby’s friend to peruse.

  She set the books down on the table and opened her bottle. She really would have preferred a Heineken, but she’d moved them down to the basement refrigerator to make room for the Molsen and she just didn’t feel like walking down to get one. Tomorrow, she would bring some back up and let her children do the walking if the upstairs refrigerator came up short.

  The beer felt good rolling down her throat. It always did. Long before the alcohol could be affecting her system, the mere presence of the cold drink began to relax her. The problem was she just couldn’t get Dave out of her mind and she couldn’t figure out why she was wasting time thinking about him. He was nineteen years old—twenty-three years younger than herself. Every iota of her common sense said she should forget about him, but she just couldn’t get his image out of her head.

  He was a tall, handsome, athletic young white man and the sight of him looking down her cleavage in the hopes of catching sight of her dark nipples had made her horny as hell. It was too close to what she’d been fantasizing about these past few years. He was younger than her normal daydream, that was true, but everything else fit perfectly.

  Shanna took another swig of beer and caressed Dave’s image in her mind. His body was lean and firm. That image together with that shock of blonde hair, and those clear blue eyes made him scrumptious to consider. She let her mind’s eye roll lower to consider the bulge in those tight fitting jeans…

  She closed her eyes, but rather than clearing her head the action solidified the image. She could see herself opening up those jeans. Dave’s hard white cock would spring forth commando style so she could wrap her small brown fingers around it. It would be large, of course, his bulge promised that. And his head would be covered in salty precum. She would stroke his hard dick a couple of times, looking seductively up into his eyes. Then all in one motion she would swallow him, making his body jerk with pleasure as she bobbed up and down.

  Shanna played with the rim of her beer bottle, pretending it was the head of Dave’s cock. Her fingers crept inside her robe to pinch one thick nipple through her nightgown. The first shock of contact went straight down to her pussy, so she twisted the tit more roughly and intensified her response.

  Her problem was that she didn’t have a man. Her husband had left her and the next two she had invested herself in hadn’t proved worthwhile. Then, the children had needed even more of her attention and she’d taken herself off the dating market. Now, the kids were grown and Shanna was so out of practice that she didn’t know how to handle the interest of a handsome young man. Instead of getting horny, she should dismiss him. Instead of encouraging him, she should shut him down. Instead of sitting at the table pinching her hard nipple she should get up and go to bed, but what she really wanted to do was pull the whole breast free of her nightgown and twist it roughly while her other hand got to work on her aching clit.

  Shanna stopped herself before she set that plan into action. It was perfectly all right to make herself cum, but not in the kitchen with guests in the house—especially not when one of those guests was her son’s roommate.

  No, Shanna would pull herself together and walk up to her bedroom where she could make herself climax as many times as she needed for satisfaction.

  She stood and gathered her robe about her, making certain she was properly covered. Why don’t I just go back to Dave’s bedroom, drop my robe and my nightgown, and let nature take its course? She wondered. What’s the worst that could happen?

  Unfortunately, Shanna knew the answer to that question only too well. The worst that could happen was that Dave would laugh at her presumption, or that he would be horrified. The risks were too great—and that didn’t even begin to consider the mortification she would feel if Bobby found out she had tried to seduce his friend, or worse discovered Dave and her having sex together. Some things just couldn’t be permitted to happen. It was far safer to go upstairs and relegate Dave to the fantasies of her imagination.

  Taking another swig of beer, Shanna left the kitchen and began to climb the stairs.

  A new thought struck her.

  She didn’t actually have to expose herself to Dave. She couldn’t simply enter his room and undress for him, that was clearly too risky. But what could be the harm in simply checking in on him one last time before she went to bed. She could say she was just making certain he had everything he needed, when she was actually adding fuel to her night’s fantasies.

  Shanna carefully set the beer down on the steps and made her way back to the door of Dave’s room. It was slightly ajar and the light was still on, so she knew he had not yet gone to sleep.

  It took her a moment to steel her nerve. She reminded herself that checking on her guest was a responsibility of a good hostess, but it was hard to ignore how fast her heart was racing, how thick her nipples had swollen, and how hot her pussy tingled in anticipation. She felt as excited and brazen as the first time she had pulled down a man’s zipper.

  She pushed open the door. “Dave, do you need anything before I-”

  Dave was standing buck naked beside the sofa bed looking as shocked and surprised as anyone Shanna had ever imagined. His huge cock hung semi-limp before him, impressive even in its flaccid state. It was already too thick to fully encircle with her thumb and forefinger and it was growing even as she stared at it. Shanna had read that white men’s dicks grew significantly when they became erect and here she was witnessing it happen. She wanted so badly to take that mammoth cock in her hands.

  “Mrs. Elder?”

  Dave’s voice brought Shanna back to reality. This was her son’s friend and she had just barged into his bedroom. Despite her earlier fantasies, she was totally mortified by the situation. “I am so sorry,” she told Dave, as she backed out of the room and closed the door.

  The vivid image of that wonderful penis hung before her mind’s eye.

  “Mrs. Elder?”

  Oh, God, he’s coming after me, Shanna realized. In a sudden panic, she fled to the stairwell, snagged her beer, hurried up to her room, and closed the door.

  What the hell had come over her? Dave was nineteen years old! She couldn’t, he couldn’t, but she did! And Dave hadn’t covered himself up. Why had she panicked? Was it because he called her Mrs. Elder instead of Shanna? Or was it just that it was all happening so fast? A few hours ago Shanna didn’t think she even wanted a man much less a perfect young Adonis with the most delicious looking thick white dick that she had ever imagined. What would that prick look like, fully erect and disappearing between her thighs? She had to open this door and go right back down to him! She could pretend she’d come down to apologize and then ravish his hard body at the first sign he wasn’t mad.

  She couldn’t do it!

  All she had to do was turn around and she couldn’t make herself. She’d had her chance and blew it, and in her diminished pool of common sense she knew that was for the best. But oh how she would like to have Dave between her thighs to relieve her horny frustrations.

  Shanna steadied herself and walked over to her mirror. She wasn’t a bad looking woman for forty-two. Her skin was smooth and dark, her hair long and luxurious, and her figure was something any woman her age could be proud of.

  She slipped out of her robe and laid it on the chair before her makeup table, revealing her knee length nightgown. It was loose and comfortable over her breasts, sporting good cleavage without being intentionally sexy. Her critical eye continued to appraise herself. Her breasts were still good, full and mostly firm. Every man she’d ever dated had tried to touch them and every one who’d bared his cock for her had wanted to fuck them. Why wouldn’t D
ave also find them interesting? Had other guys actually stopped looking or had Shanna stopped noticing their attention? And if that last was true, why had she recognized Dave’s interest and reacted so strongly to it?

  She looked at the bedroom door. How hard would it be? She wondered. She should go right back downstairs and finish seducing Dave. Why wasn’t she going to try?

  Shanna freed her left breast and examined it more closely. The puckered nipple was darker than her rich chocolaty flesh. Its tip was thick and long, nearly half an inch in both directions. The areole was equally lavish, spreading out over the crown of her breast and had encouraged numerous lovers to open their mouths wider in their efforts to engulf it.

  Shanna gave up, accepting that she was not going back down to Dave.

  She tucked her breast back in place and went over to her bed. After pulling down the covers, she sat down facing her nightstand. Inside the drawer was an array of tools, which had long ago become her best friends. There were two vibrators, one long and skinny, which easily slid up inside her and the other a monstrously big hummer that she used to simulate rougher sex. There were other toys as well. She had three dildos in different sizes, a string of beads, clamps for her nipples, and a couple of batteries.

  Tonight, the sight of these old friends depressed her, but she was so overwhelmingly horny and frustrated that she desperately needed their relief.

  Dave was in the bedroom directly below her—hopefully stroking a hard on he wished was in her hands. She was worried that the vibrator might attract his attention so she passed over it in favor of the mid-sized dildo. It imitated the size of the bigger real-life dicks she had encountered—eight inches long and too thick to fully encircle with her hand. She was pretty certain Dave was even larger, but this was a good place to start.

  She kissed the pale plastic head of her imitation phallus and got into bed. The lower half of her body slid under the sheet and blankets and she hiked her night gown up over her hips. She squeezed her breast with her free hand imagining that Dave was doing it. If only she had the courage to go back down to him. She could straddle his waist and feed him these tits while her little hand took hold of him and solidified his erection.

  Shanna trailed her hand down to her groin and began to tickle herself through her curly thatch of hair. She yanked her nightgown up higher, just beneath her breasts so she could run the flat of her palm across her stomach. Then, she slid her fingers back down through her bush toward her clitoris. She needed to trim and shave before she let anyone get a good look down there. Maybe it was just as well that she had fled tonight in panic. She wanted everything to be perfect when she got a man between her legs again.

  Shanna’s fingers began to explore her pussy. Her lips were moist and swollen—very sensitive to her touch.

  She began to lick the plastic dick, lubricating it as she continued to touch herself. Her tension sky-rocketed, intensifying her need to cum.

  The plastic head was fully in her mouth where Dave’s hard cock ought to be. She needed a free hand to twist her nipple but didn’t want to stop touching herself long enough to reach into her drawer and get one of the clamps.

  That was the problem with masturbating. You had to do everything yourself.

  Her fingers were moving pretty well now, occasionally digging beneath her clit to bring forth some lubrication from her pussy. She could picture Dave leaning over her, pressing his hard cock against her lips, urging her to suck on his stiff pale flesh.

  She moved the dildo down to her pussy and rubbed the moistened head against her clitoris. She couldn’t clearly recall what the real thing felt like anymore, but her body knew the dildo would grant her release.

  She drove it downward across the length of her labia, then pivoted it in her grasp so that the cold hard plastic was poised to enter her body. This should be Dave between her legs—could be if she wasn’t such a coward. His strong white hands would firmly spread her thighs while he rubbed his hard cock in her wetness.

  Shanna’s knees were up in the air—the blanket fallen down around her shins. Her hips were already thrusting forward in anticipation of the pleasure she was holding above her pussy.

  She closed her eyes and imagined Dave again, pale flesh hovering above her dark yearning body.

  She stabbed the dildo deep inside her, eyes opening wide with pleasure, lips groaning in ecstasy-

  “Hey, Mom,” Bobby called, his hand already turning the knob to Shanna’s bedroom door.

  With speed born of the terror of discovery, Shanna clamped her thighs tight around the dildo and thrust her nightgown down over her groin. As the door swung open, she rolled onto her side, facing Bobby as he entered her room.

  “Where are the towels?” Bobby asked. “I want to take a shower.”

  The light in the hall silhouetted Bobby so that Shanna couldn’t make out his features. It probably also prevented her son from seeing anything clearly in her darkened bedroom. It was hard for her to speak. Her heart was pounding, the breath was stuck in her throat, and eight inches of hard plastic was sticking out of her pussy and clamped between her thighs. But if Shanna didn’t speak, Bobby might come deeper into the room and discover exactly what she was doing when he had interrupted her.

  “Did they teach you how not to knock when you went to college?” Shanna asked him.

  “Your light was off,” Bobby defended himself. “You might have been sleeping.”

  Oh, God, Shanna worried, what if he had just opened the door and peaked within?

  “Just promise me you’ll knock next time like the young gentleman I raised you to be,” she said.

  Bobby did not promise. What was worse, his voice took on a petulant tone. “Just tell me where the towels are,” he said.

  Shanna resisted the impulse to fight with her son. His eyes would be adjusting to the darkness and at any moment he might decide to come further into the room where he might notice the state of her nightgown and the embarrassing piece of plastic between her thighs.

  “There’s a pile of clean towels folded on the dryer in the basement,” she told him.

  “In the basement?” Bobby repeated. “But I want to take a shower.”

  “If you don’t want to carry them up now, I’ll bring them upstairs with me after I do my treadmill in the morning.”

  Bobby stood in the doorway a moment longer, the contrast between the lighted hallway and the dark bedroom continuing to conceal his features from Shanna. Then he turned on his heel and left.

  Of course, the spoiled little brat failed to shut Shanna’s door behind him.

  Chapter Two

  Thursday, Thanksgiving Day

  Shanna descended the stairs in her running shoes, shorts, sports bra, and T-shirt, intending to complete her morning workout before either of the boys woke for the day. She was more than a little surprised to find Dave sitting in the kitchen when she entered on her way to the basement. He was also dressed for running, but was currently crouched over the kitchen table reading one of the books that she had forgotten there the night before. It was just one more thing to add to her discomfort after barging into his room last night.

  He looked up as she entered the kitchen, turned the book face down, and slid it away from him. His face flushed red and he had trouble meeting her eyes.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Elder.”

  There was nothing for her to do except pretend that nothing had happened last night. “Good morning, Dave, what gets you up this early?”

  “I go running every morning,” Dave explained, “but I didn’t think I should leave the house without telling someone I was going and I certainly didn’t want to leave your door unlocked. Do you run too?”

  “I treadmill,” Shanna corrected him in a slightly self-deprecating fashion. The truth was that she was quite proud of the shape she maintained.

  “It’s the same thing,” Dave assured her. “Why don’t you come running with me? You can show me where to go.”

  Shanna’s libido thought that was an e
xcellent idea. She would love to see Dave run in those tight little shorts. But overall, she really didn’t think that she should.

  “I probably couldn’t keep up with you,” she said.

  “Then you set the pace,” Dave suggested. “You look like you’re in great shape.”

  Shanna wanted to keep that complement at face value, but she also wanted to read something deeper into it. “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s been years since I took my workout outside.”

  “No time like the present,” Dave said.

  “I-”

  “Say yes,” he encouraged her.

  Shanna considered her neighbors. It was 7:00 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning. Probably none of them would even notice Dave running with her, and Bobby probably wouldn’t wake until after they were back. “I’ll give it a try,” she conceded.

  “Great!” Dave exclaimed. The excitement on his face could not possibly be feigned. He bounced up from his chair. “Are you ready?”

  Do you really want to do this? Shanna asked herself.

  “Let’s go,” she told Dave.

  It was much colder than Shanna expected, so much so that she almost turned right back around and went back into the house. Goose bumps rose on her legs and her nipples immediately engorged and pressed outward.

  “This is too cold,” she said, turning around, only to run into Dave who was exiting the house right behind her.

  Her breasts pressed against him for a moment. His chest was hard and strong.

  She stepped quickly backward, especially embarrassed after catching him naked in his room last night.

  “You’ll warm up before you know it,” Dave assured her. “Two minutes tops. Come on, let’s give it a try.”

  He put his hand lightly on her back as she began to shiver, guiding her back around to face the street.

  It felt good to have him touching her. She wanted to lean in against him to shelter against the cold and draw on his body’s heat.