My Son’s Roommate

by Red Rose Publishing

  Dave stepped back away from Shanna. “I want you!” he whispered, “If you don’t come to me fast enough tonight, then I will come upstairs to you.”

  Shanna watched Dave as he turned and carried the beer into the other room.

  She took a deep breath, wondering just how long he would wait for her children to fall asleep. The risk of discovery was as tantalizing as the thought of having Dave’s hard cock between her legs again. A delicious shiver of anticipation worked its way up her spine.

  She took another deep breath and forced herself to focus on finding the chips.

  Chapter Four

  Shanna sat down across from Dave as he had demanded. She chose a comfortable, overstuffed chair that was big enough to fold her legs beneath her on the cushion. She was wearing slacks, which was probably lucky because if she were in a skirt she would have been tempted to show too much leg and that would not do with her children sitting right beside Dave.

  Stevie was sitting much as Shanna was with her legs curled up beneath her. Bobby was slouched back on the other end of the couch with his beer in hand watching the show. Dave sat ramrod straight between them trying and failing to keep his eyes on the television. He would start with his eyes and face turned directly toward the set, but within a few seconds his eyes would begin to drift toward her. Then degree by degree, Dave’s head would start to turn until at last he was staring right at her imagining what she was going to be doing to him in another hour or two.

  Shanna enjoyed imagining that too. She would take his thick meat in her hands, caress the sensitive head with her cheek, and look deep into his eyes as she slowly extended her tongue to taste it.

  She squirmed slightly as a delicious warmth began to grow between her legs, then she saw Dave similarly adjusting his seat on the couch. The growing bulge in the front of his jeans was ample testimony to the nature of his own thoughts.

  Bobby and Stevie laughed at the TV program—completely oblivious as to what was passing between the two of them. Neither one showed any signs of being tired.

  It was going to be a long and frustrating evening if she didn’t do something to get them away from her kids.

  She stood up. “I think I’d better check and make sure the guest room is ready. Dave, do you want to get your bag?”

  Dave stood up a tad too eagerly, but neither Bobby nor Stevie seemed to notice. “Sure thing, Mrs. Elder.”

  He started back toward the front door where he had dropped his bag and Shanna went on ahead of him down the hall and into the guest room. It was perfectly ready. She’d made certain of that yesterday. So, there was nothing left for her to do but wait for Dave to join her here and close the door.

  It didn’t take long.

  Dave slipped into the room, closed the door, dropped his bag, and took Shanna into his arms. For the second time that evening, she felt his hot tongue press between her lips and quest about inside of her. His strong right hand slid up her stomach and squeezed her breast and she melted against him.

  Dave began kissing her harder, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as he backed her up against the wall of the room. When the hard surface pressed firmly against her back, he let go of her breast, dropped both of his hands to the front of her slacks and began to try and unfasten them.

  Shanna’s initial burst of excitement froze over as she dropped her hands on top of Dave’s to resist his efforts. “No!”

  Dave paid absolutely no attention to her, unfastening the slacks and pulling them open to reveal the black panties underneath.

  She tried to close them up again, afraid Dave intended to force a quickie. “Stop it!” she hissed. “Bobby and Stevie are in the next room.”

  “I don’t care!” Dave told her. “I want to touch you.”

  He slid his hand down the smooth outer surface of her panties until the tips of his fingers reached the warm spot over her labia. He pressed inward, opening her outer lips and pressing the smooth silk of the panties inside of her.

  Shanna’s knees began to tremble. “You have to stop,” she whispered.

  “No, I don’t!”

  He removed his hand from her pussy and quickly opened his jeans. His cock was already long and hard, every bit the mammoth tool that Shanna remembered. It was easily ten inches from base to shaft and so thick around that she couldn’t quite encompass it with her hand. He stroked it once while staring into her face.

  Her eyes were wholly fixed upon that organ, watching Dave’s hand slide up and down the length of that thick shaft. “No,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us. There isn’t time.”

  “You don’t want me anymore,” he accused.

  He let go of his towering erection and slid her panties down her thighs.

  Shanna couldn’t resist. She wanted to stop him—wanted to pull her slacks up and remind him who was in control of this relationship—but all she could do was stare at that massive prick and watch a drop of precum squeeze free of the little slit at its tip.

  Dave took hold of his cock again and rubbed its head against her now bare labia, lubricating her with his own fluids.

  “They’re going to catch us,” she warned.

  “I don’t care,” Dave told her. He pressed forward, the smooth head of his erection pushing her lips inward as it sought entrance.

  Shanna’s body responded instantly. Her hips pressed outward presenting a better angle for her lover’s passage, and then that massive mushroom head was opening her wide and penetrating her labia into her tight vagina.

  “Ohhhhhhhhh,” Shanna breathed.

  Dave leaned over and kissed her tenderly, almost chastely, on the lips. “More tonight,” he promised. Then he pulled back out of her body and quickly buckled himself up.

  Shanna was left panting against the wall with her slacks and panties around her knees and sweet feminine juices running down her thighs.

  Chapter Five

  Shanna’s children would not go to sleep.

  It was like they were both four years old again. The longer they stayed up, the more wired they became. They watched The Daily Show and The Colbert Report and were deep into a rerun of an old Saturday Night Live episode with no signs of slowing down—or at least no good signs.

  Dave was sitting in the middle of the couch and Stevie was resting with her head on his shoulder. It was more sisterly than romantic—she was not flirting or teasing—but Shanna didn’t like it one bit.

  Bobby was drinking beer and laughing at Saturday Night Live. Unfortunately, Shanna knew from past experience that he was good to go for several more hours.

  She decided to try and convince her children to go to bed.

  “It’s New Year’s Eve tomorrow night,” she reminded everyone. “Don’t you think it’s time we got some sleep?”

  “We can sleep in tomorrow morning,” Bobby said.

  “Actually, I’d like to go running tomorrow morning,” Dave said. “Are you cumming, Mrs. Elder?”

  “Oh for God’s sake,” Bobby protested. “Can’t you sleep in for even one day?”

  “I’d like to go running,” Shanna said. “It’s nice to get away from my treadmill once in a while.”

  “Me too,” Stevie said.

  Shanna could not stop herself from frowning. “Since when have you started jogging?”

  Stevie straightened up, yawned, and stretched. The latter activity emphasized the fact that she was not wearing a bra. “I run all the time at school,” she informed them. “Don’t worry, I can keep up.

  Just great, Shanna thought. There goes even more of my private time with Dave.

  Unfortunately, there was nothing she could say about it without raising questions she was not prepared to answer.

  “I ... don’t see why you can’t come,” Dave said.

  “That’s great!” Stevie said. “What are you doing for New Year’s tomorrow night?”

  “We’re going to a party and no you can’t come along,” Bobby answered for Dave.

  He twisted around to look at Dave. “Sor
ry man but we really don’t need her tagging along tomorrow night!”

  Stevie was clearly annoyed by Bobby’s interruption. “I wasn’t talking to you! And for your information I was planning to invite you and Dave to go with me.”

  “We’ve already got plans,” Bobby informed her.

  Dave was a good deal more diplomatic. “Thanks for thinking of us, but Bobby’s got some place he really wants to go.”

  Stevie turned to Shanna. “What about you, Mom?”

  Shanna’s plan was to stay home and wait for Dave to escape from Bobby’s party and sneak home to her. She wasn’t quite sure how Dave intended to accomplish this, but he was quite positive that he could. Of course, she couldn’t tell Bobby and Stevie that she intended to ring in the New Year making fireworks with Dave. “I’m going to stay in this year,” she told them, “and watch the ball drop on TV.”

  “You always stay in,” Stevie complained. “Why don’t you go out and have a good time?”

  “I hardly think that bringing your Mom with you to a college party will be appreciated by all of your friends.”

  Stevie laughed. “You might be surprised. You’re hot, Mom. You could score if you wanted to. Wouldn’t you say so, Dave?”

  Shanna blushed and Dave seemed surprise to be dragged into the conversation.

  “Absolutely,” he agreed. “You’re hot, Mrs. Elder. I’m sure there will be a lot of guys at Stevie’s party who would like to get to know you better.”

  “I’m not hearing this,” Bobby announced as he placed his hands over his ears.

  Dave elbowed him.

  “You’re welcome to come, Mom,” Stevie said, “but what I was actually thinking was that you might like to do something with Loren.”

  “Loren will probably be at Stevie’s party,” Bobby quipped.

  The comment drew a disapproving look from Dave and a frown from Shanna, but Stevie started laughing again. “It’s true, Dave. Loren really likes younger men, although I don’t think she’d try to pick them up at a college party.”

  Dave shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. “Loren’s your friend. I don’t think you and Bobby should be making fun of her.”

  Stevie was still enjoying Bobby’s joke. “What’s the matter? Are you interested in her?”

  That comment drew a glare from Bobby, a frown from Shanna, and a startled look from Dave.

  Stevie laughed harder. “Oh, calm down Bobby.” She shifted her attention back to Dave to explain. “Bobby’s had a crush on Loren since he was a little kid. Now that he’s finally grown up, he’s probably deluded himself into thinking he has a chance with her.”

  “Shut up, Stevie!” Bobby shouted.

  “I see I’ve hit a nerve,” Stevie said.

  Shanna intervened before a full fledged fight could break out. “I think that’s enough. Dave’s right. We really shouldn’t be making fun of Loren. And Bobby, I’m sorry, but she’s my best friend and she isn’t going to sleep with you no matter how old you get.”

  Bobby looked defiant, as if he planned to test Shanna’s assertion, which meant she would probably have to warn Loren that his crush was going to be a nuisance again.

  “So why don’t you go out with Loren?” Stevie asked. “It’ll be fun.”

  Shanna raised her eyebrow. “Do you really want me going out with Loren to try and pick up younger men?”

  Stevie shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

  Shanna was astonished. Despite her earlier suggestion to Loren, she hadn’t really thought that Stevie would support her.

  She turned to her son. “And you, Bobby? What do you think of all of this?”

  Bobby squirmed, obviously completely uncomfortable with the focus of the conversation. “Sorry, Mom, but you’re a mom, I don’t think you should be sleeping with anyone.”

  Loren’s a mom,” Dave observed, “and you don’t seem to have any problem with her picking up guys.”

  The question seemed to break the tension for Bobby. “Yeah, but she’s not my mom.”

  Shanna decided to bring the speculation to an end. “Well this is all very interesting, but I’m still going to be staying home tomorrow night.”

  “But, Mom,” Stevie protested. “You deserve to get a little action once in a while.”

  Bobby cringed at Stevie’s suggestion and took a pull on his beer to cover his embarrassment.

  Shanna ignored him. “I assure you, young lady, that I’ll get all the action I need right here in this house.”

  Bobby spit out a mouthful of beer and both Stevie and Dave looked shocked.

  “Oh dear,” Shanna said, “that didn’t come out quite the way I intended it to. I think I’ll take that as a sign that it’s late and I should go to bed.”

  She got up and crossed the room toward the hall and the stairwell. “Dave, I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “And me too,” Stevie reminded her.

  “Not if you don’t go to bed soon,” Shanna predicted. “I know you, remember.”

  Dave started to get up. “I guess I should go to bed too.”

  “It’s winter break,” Bobby reminded him.

  “I know,” Dave said, “but 7:00 a.m. is still pretty early.”

  “It’s winter break,” Bobby repeated.

  Stevie reached up and hauled Dave back down on the couch beside her. “Sit back down. Another hour or two isn’t going to hurt you.”

  Dave looked helplessly at Shanna. It was becoming obvious that her children were not going to cooperate and go to bed, and that meant she was not going to get to fuck Dave tonight.

  She suppressed a sigh and forced herself to sound cheery. “All right then, have fun and try to remember you have a late night tomorrow.”

  She went up the stairs hoping Dave was feeling as depressed as she was.

  Chapter Six

  Shanna put on her nightgown and slipped into bed.

  She was too worked up to sleep. The silk of her nightgown made her sensitive skin tingle and her mind kept replaying the sensation of having Dave’s cock penetrate her in the guest room earlier this evening.

  He was so big! And when that fat head spread her lips apart her whole body wanted to cum.

  So why was he downstairs on the couch with Bobby and Stevie instead of up here fucking her?

  Shanna reached into the drawer of her nightstand and took out a large plastic dildo. She had three sizes in easy reach, and this was the middle one. It was actually smaller than Dave, but easier to manipulate than the massive vibrator that dwarfed everything human.

  She rubbed the head of the dildo against her swollen, silk-covered nipple, enjoying the resulting shiver of pleasure. She hadn’t masturbated for a week—since the last time Dave and her had phone sex together. They had promised each other they would wait to cum again until they were together, but now he was here and she still couldn’t cum and she was goddamned tired of waiting.

  She licked the end of the dildo, wishing it was Dave’s hard cock. Oh, but she wanted to feel his hot hard meat inside her. The dildo was cold and unyielding, but it was thick enough to stretch her pussy wide like Dave did and she really needed some relief.

  Sticking the whole tip into her mouth, she coated the plastic thickly with her saliva. Then she hiked up her nightgown and brought the toy down to touch her inner thighs. The plastic was cold and wet, rather than hot and sexy, but it was all she had.

  She pressed the tip against her labia and gently rocked it back and forth. Her lips lifted slightly, as if encouraging her to give her pussy some relief.

  She eased the end inside her, pressing open her lips so that her juices slipped out to soil the sheets. Her thighs stretched wider of their own accord, easing the passage of the plastic phallus.

  She began to work the imitation prick in and out of her vagina, stroking deeper and faster as her pussy lubricated the dildo. Below her, she could hear the sounds of the three college students laughing, further aggravating her feelings of frustration. Dave should be up here in her bed
, not downstairs on the couch watching TV with Stevie.

  She began to shove the dildo very deep inside her, working her pussy over roughly with the plastic flesh. She was so damn horny, but she wasn’t even close to cumming. She didn’t want plastic sex! She wanted Dave’s thick, hot, rod thrusting deep within her. His strong hands clutching her breasts. His rough lips sucking at her throat, or up her nipple. His tongue stabbing sweetly between her legs.

  Her breasts were heaving beneath the nightgown and she released the dildo with one hand to viciously twist her own nipple.

  She edged closer to an orgasm, but the final joy continued to escape her. She pumped harder, driving the plastic in and out of her body in a maddened frenzy, but nothing seemed to be enough. She twisted her tit so hard that she was afraid she’d tear the nipple off.

  “Enough!” She screeched too loudly as she pulled the dildo out and flung it against the wall. Her hips were still elevated provocatively and the sweat rolled down her body.

  Slowly, she reasserted control so that she could lower herself back onto the mattress. Below her; Bobby, Stevie, and Dave continued to laugh at Saturday Night Live.

  December 31

  Chapter Seven

  When Shanna woke up she was more frustrated than ever. The dildo that she had discarded was lying near the wall on the floor. And her vagina was sore from her futile efforts to make herself cum. Despite Dave’s enticing threat/promises, he had not come up to make love to her last night, and now Stevie was threatening to spoil the little private time they could still have. Without Stevie, Dave could take her down to the basement and, well, take her—nice and hard against the wall. But now they would have to pretend that there was nothing at all between them, except whatever was appropriate for a hot young athlete and his roommate’s mother.

  Shanna recovered the dildo and returned it to her drawer, then shrugged out of her nightgown and pulled on her sweat suit and sneakers. The thought of Stevie running with them had taken all of the fun out of the morning jog. She didn’t even try and look sexy. What was the use when her twenty-one year old daughter was going to effortlessly show her up.