My Son’s Roommate

by Red Rose Publishing

Loren screamed further encouragement. There was no reserve left. She was shouting her needs at him at the top of her lungs. “Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me harder! Oh, God, you stud! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

  What man wouldn’t respond to that kind of encouragement?

  Bobby went wild inside of Loren, pounding her swollen pussy as hard as he could. His hands couldn’t stay in one place—clutching her breasts, spreading her thighs, bracing on her hips—but it was his awesomely hard cock that was driving her crazy for him.

  He pumped, he thrust, he ground, he twisted, and all the while she came and came and came around his ever-more-swollen dick.

  When his own climax finally arrived, he actually managed to squirt something again, lubricating Loren’s passage and staining a few hairs in her bush. Then he collapsed, utterly exhausted, and fell asleep in Loren’s arms.

  Bobby woke to find his cock in Loren’s mouth.

  She was laying with her cheek on Bobby’s groin, gently sucking his penis. It was dark outside the kitchen window and in his current fogged state of consciousness, Bobby couldn’t remember if it had been so when he went to sleep.

  What he did remember was Loren’s heavenly body repeatedly climaxing beneath him as he fucked her to an unbelievable fourth orgasm. He had cum three times before on a few special occasions, including his first encounter with Loren last night. But four? There couldn’t be very many men on the planet who could satisfy a woman like he was doing tonight.

  But she wasn’t satisfied, was she? Or else, why would she still be sucking his spent dick?

  Bobby didn’t think she was going to make much progress restoring his manhood no matter how wonderful it would be to slide between her thighs again. He reached out and began to stroke her cheek. He thought he could feel himself through her flesh. “What time is it?” he asked.

  Loren’s only answer was to bite into his rough, abraded flesh. It wasn’t a particularly hard bite, but it wasn’t a light one either.

  “Oh, I see,” Bobby said. “It’s time for me to get hard again. Well, I’m sorry Loren. I would really like to oblige you, but I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

  She ignored him. Her mouth and lips continued to coax his exhausted penis back to life again. He had mixed feelings regarding her efforts. After the long day’s activities, his dick was genuinely sore and he really didn’t believe that he could get another erection. On the other hand, there was something incredibly potent about having your woman nurse on your cock this way.

  There was nothing particularly aggressive or forceful about her actions. He wasn’t feeling any pressure to perform. Instead, the gentle suction of her mouth lapped at his penis like the waves of the ocean at low tide.

  Despite his exhaustion, his dick began to thicken.

  He was a very long way from a new erection, but damn if she wasn’t actually getting the blood flowing into his cock again.

  He wished he had a mirror so he could watch her lips in action. There were very few things as exciting as the sight of this woman’s mouth on his cock and all of the others involved his dick penetrating or rubbing against other portions of her anatomy.

  He was getting harder, but Loren didn’t seem to notice. She continued to lay still, her cheek on Bobby’s groin, silently milking him with the suction of her lips. Occasionally, the flat of her tongue would rub against him, stimulating both his sore phallus and his imagination.

  He reached about two-thirds of his full prominence—hard enough to lend them encouragement, but not stiff enough to actually fuck.

  Loren continued sucking, but try as he might, he could not grow harder. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This just isn’t going to work.”

  Loren took his penis out of her mouth and rolled to her hands and knees so that her nipples hung down, just visible past the edge of her silk robe. She took his dark cock in her tiny hand and began to masturbate him, pumping him slowly with her fist. “But I want to fuck you again,” she told him.

  Bobby’s penis was so sore from all of their love making that the light friction with Loren’s hand was physically painful. “I’ll suck you off or finger you as long as you like,” Bobby suggested.

  Loren shook her head. “That’s not good enough. I want to feel your hard dick inside me.”

  He truly wanted to oblige her, but his cock just wasn’t cooperating. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just can’t get hard again.”

  Loren stopped pumping him and slipped out of her purple robe, tossing it away from them across the kitchen floor. Her stockings still framed her creamy white thighs. The swollen red lips of her pussy looked even more painful than Bobby’s poor abused cock. Her nipples were fully engorged, pointing proudly away from her body, eager for his inspection. Her long brown hair hung in a tangle both before and behind her shoulders, still untamed since her earlier shower. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” she asked him.

  “It’s not like I don’t want to fuck you,” he protested. “It’s just, I’m only human. My dick is spent.”

  Loren picked up a tube of petroleum jelly and squeezed a generous amount into her hand. Bobby had no idea where the tube had come from. She must have gotten it while he was asleep and brought it here in anticipation of this problem.

  She began to apply it to his semi-hard dick and balls—not rubbing the grease in, but liberally covering his hot raw flesh.

  “I don’t see how that’s going to help us,” he said. “If your mouth can’t get me hard, then nothing is going to do it.”

  She ignored him, applying a second handful of jelly to Bobby’s cock. When she finished he was completely sheathed in the greasy stuff.

  She filled her hand a third time. Then she turned her back on him, bent over and spread her thighs. The red lips of her pussy were clearly visible beneath her anus.

  Loren reached behind her and began to grease her ass, smearing the jelly all around her hole and even pushing the mess inside her anus.

  Bobby’s tired dick twitched with excitement. “You are not serious,” he whispered.

  She reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her greasy hands. “Are you sure you can’t fuck me one more time, Bobby? Not even if I beg you to take me in the ass?”

  Bobby’s dick stretched to its full prominence and he rolled to his knees behind her.

  “That’s the spirit, Bobby,” Loren encouraged him. “Come fuck me in the ass!”

  He slid the greasy head of his cock down her crack until it rested against her tight little anus. His cock looked like an absurdly thick peg to fit into such a small tight hole, but he was harder than granite now and he needed to try.

  “Fuck me, Bobby!” she shouted. Her greasy fingers were beneath her now, working furiously on her clitoris. “Fuck my ass!”

  Bobby shoved himself in, the head of his cock compressing even as it bruised open her tight anus.

  “Uhhh,” she grunted while he cheered, “Oh yeah!”

  He had never imagined anything so tight and wonderful. As he gently rocked himself back and forth, he had to close his eyes to contain his pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned.

  He couldn’t tell if she was expressing pleasure or pain.

  He thrust deeper, riding his stiff rod hard on her sphincter muscles, feeling the delicious greasy friction coaxing life out of his balls. He was catching a rhythm now, fucking his beauty with long slow strokes. Her own tension was also building. Her grunts transformed into long ecstatic moans.

  “I love you, Loren,” he told her.

  She stiffened beneath him, hesitating as she masturbated herself.

  “I love you!” he said again.

  He thrust harder, deeper, as if this would provide proof of his feelings.

  Loren was grunting again. Her fingers resumed their frenzied dance.

  Bobby pulled far back and smacked her hard on her pale ass. “Say you love me!” he commanded, and thrust inside her again.

  “Uhh!” she grunted, clearly not inten
ding to answer.

  He spanked her again. “Say you want me!”

  She grunted with each of his thrusts, but she hadn’t found her release yet, and she wouldn’t obey his commands.

  Bobby tangled her tawny hair around his greasy fist and wrenched her head back so she must look at him.

  “Are you mine?” he shouted, thrusting so deeply into her that his groin ground against her ass cheeks.

  Loren broke down.

  “Yes!” she screamed. The first taste of climax welled out of her clitoris and shook Bobby furiously as he speared her ass again. “I’m yours,” she promised. “Just fuck me. Fuck me harder! Fuck me-”

  Then, the true orgasms began.

  They were completely overwhelming, collapsing her against the floor and totally overpowering her self control. Every muscle in her body went spastic and she shook so violently it might have been a seizure.

  Bobby’s cock popped free spewing a last drop of semen, but he was almost uninterested in it. He dropped down beside Loren, wrapped her in his arms, and held her tight body against him until the wonderful convulsions finally passed.

  When she recovered, she didn’t bother getting dressed again. She just lay in Bobby’s arms for what seemed like hours. He could never remember a time when he was so blissfully happy. The woman of his dreams was naked in his arms; peaceful, content, and fully satisfied.

  It was unfair that Bobby had to return home that night, but unfortunately his mother would not understand this new relationship. If she got upset over the sight of him drinking beer, she would probably suffer an embolism at the thought of him dating her best friend. There were no circumstances that he could conceive of where Shanna Elder would approve of an older woman making love to a significantly younger man.

  So he left Loren with the promise of more to come and staggered back to his house. The lights were on and Dave was up watching television. An idea brightened in Bobby’s mind. Winter break was coming. If Dave would come to visit again, maybe he could help cover Bobby’s visits to Loren.

  “Dave, glad you’re still up. I’ve just had my-”

  Bobby broke off suddenly as he entered the living room and noticed his mother sitting across from Dave on the couch. “Oh, hi, Mom, I didn’t realize you were still up.”

  He turned back to Dave. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  Dave got up and accompanied Bobby back to the foyer. “You all right, man?” he whispered. “You look really wasted.”

  “I am wasted,” Bobby told him. “I’ve been making love all day. I came five times. And I just fucked Loren in the ass.”

  “Unfucking believable!” Dave exclaimed.

  ‘Yeah, but I really need your help,” he told Dave.

  “Anything man,” his friend assured him. “You know you can count on me.”

  “It’s my Mom,” Bobby confided. “If she finds out about Loren she’ll kill us both. She’s never going to accept Loren and me.”

  Dave appeared to consider that for a moment. “Probably not,” he conceded. “I mean, could you accept it if your positions were reversed and you found out your Mom was sleeping with one of your high school friends?”

  Bobby shuddered at the thought. “Don’t even joke about it. I’d have to murder the bastard.”

  Dave smiled. “So she’s not going to agree. How can I help?”

  “I have to keep it a secret,” Bobby explained, “and well, you like my mother, right?”

  “Sure,” Dave agreed. “Your Mom’s cool.”

  “Then will you come back to visit over winter break and help me make excuses to go see Loren? We can pretend to go out together, or maybe you can just distract my Mom. Hell, I don’t know, we’ll think of something.”

  Dave was grinning widely at the suggestion. “That sounds great! Why don’t we ask your Mom and see if she minds?”

  Bobby felt a great sense of relief well up inside of him. Dave agreed. He’d help. Together they could work things out.

  He leaned into the living room where his mother still sat upon the couch. “Hey, Mom, do you mind if Dave comes back to visit after Christmas. We’ve got three weeks off that he really doesn’t want to spend at home.”

  Bobby’s mother smiled widely at the suggestion. “Spend winter break with us?” she asked. “I think that sounds wonderful.”

  Christmas Tease

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Sweety,” Shanna said into the phone. “Are you alone?”

  “Yes,” Dave’s voice sounded tense.

  “Were you waiting for my call?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “My parents are sleeping in the next room. I don’t want to wake them.”

  Shanna smiled. She’d had shockingly strong waves of jealousy since she first started flirting with this younger man, but that was an excuse for tension she could totally believe. “You don’t think they’d approve of you having sex with an older woman?”

  “Well, I haven’t mentioned it to them yet,” Dave admitted.

  That was no surprise to Shanna. She hadn’t mentioned her affair with Dave to anyone yet either, except her best friend, Loren. Still, she couldn’t resist a little additional teasing. “You don’t think they’ll say you’re in college now, you’re old enough to make your own decisions about who you date and who you sleep with?”

  “I don’t know,” Dave said. “How would you respond if you found out Bobby was fucking Loren?”

  That thought put a damper on her good spirits. “I’d tell her to keep her goddamn cougar’s claws off my son.”

  “So let’s not bring parents into this conversation. It’s making it hard for me to get an erection.”

  “Oh, and do you want an erection, Sweety?” she asked.

  “You know I do! You know I love to pump my thick dick while I listen to you play with yourself. It’s the most fun I’m going to get until I see you naked in front of me.”

  Shanna felt her chest tighten in anticipation and she lightly rubbed her mons through her silk robe. She was completely naked underneath and the fabric was slick and cool against the heat of her pussy. “Just seven more days, Sweety, and you can come see me.”

  “But can I fuck you in seven days?” Dave asked. “How are we going to get Bobby and Stevie out of the way?”

  Shanna’s son and daughter were quite the logistical problem, but she was certain that she and Dave could work something out. “We’ll think of something,” she said. “We have too, because I really need to feel your thick hard cock pumping inside me again.”

  Dave’s erect penis was truly massive—actually too big for easy enjoyment. But once she got herself wet and wide enough to accommodate him, that huge cock could bring on the most incredibly mind blowing orgasms. Dave was so virile, so potent, that once he got her started her orgasms flowed like Niagara Falls. She was actually wet now just thinking about him.

  “Are you hard yet, Sweety?”

  “No,” Dave admitted, “Mentioning my parents pretty much squashed my erection.”

  “Well let me see what I can do about that. What are you wearing?”

  “Just a pair of pajama bottoms with a draw string.”

  Shanna loved the image. “So there would be nothing to stop me from straddling you and licking the tight muscles of your chest?”

  “No,” Dave said.

  It was always a good sign when he got quieter. It meant she had just sparked his imagination.

  “Would you like that, Sweety?” she asked. “Would you like it if I leaned over your body and began to lick your nipples—let my breasts trail across your stomach?”

  “What are you wearing?” Dave asked.

  Shanna licked her lips, imagining his white dick beginning to harden. If he wasn’t actually touching it, it would begin to move on its own, swelling, straightening, pointing up his stomach toward his chin.

  “Just that white silk robe you bound my arms with the first time we made love.”

 
Silence emanated from the phone, broken only by the sound of his breathing.

  “You do remember that, don’t you?” she asked. “Now are you starting to get that erection back?”

  Dave grunted.

  Shanna loved the sound of his excitement. “Don’t tell me you’re touching yourself yet, Sweety. Hands off until I tell you it’s okay. There now, are you being good?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  “No.”

  “But your pajamas are all opened up and showing off that big dick of yours, aren’t they?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well this is what I want you to do,” Shanna told him. “I want you to take your right hand and lick the palm and fingers. Will you do that for me Dave?”

  A slight slurping sound carried through the phone.

  “Good,” she told him. “Now I want you to wrap your fist around that big, thick cock. Squeeze it real tight for me. Now listen to what I’m doing to myself. I’m slipping open my robe so that the flaps fall away from the sides of my body. The belt is still tied, but you can see my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. Do you remember my breasts, Dave? They’re so thick and full. My nipples are all puckered up from me wanting you.”

  She ran the tip of her middle finger lightly over the sensitive flesh. “I’m touching them now, Dave. I wish it were your tongue instead of my finger. I wish it were your lips taking hold of me, your sharp teeth pinching my swollen tit.”

  She grunted softly as she dug hard into her puckered flesh. The pressure shot a jolt of pleasure straight down to her pussy.

  “Work lower,” Dave urged her.

  Shanna did as he asked, lightly caressing her stomach, circling her navel, skimming the tip of her curly bush.

  “Are you hard yet, Sweety?” she asked him.

  “Oh yes,” he answered.

  Her fingers penetrated her bush, forging paths through the thatch of curly black hair. “Are you stroking yourself for me?”

  “Yes.” His hoarse voice was barely audible over the phone.

  “Are you going to cum?”

  “Not yet.”

  “No?” she asked. She paused in her own ministrations. “What’s wrong?”