My Son’s Roommate

by Red Rose Publishing

  Shanna hugged her daughter. “You’re a very beautiful young woman, Stevie.” She relaxed the hug but kept her hands on Stevie’s shoulders. “Now tell me the truth. Do you like Dave?”

  Dave did not like the sudden turn in this conversation. He hoped Shanna wasn’t getting ready to step out of his life to give Stevie a chance with him.

  “Yeah, he’s cool,” Stevie agreed.

  “And you think you’d like to try sleeping with him?”

  “Fucking him, Mom. Why waste time sleeping?”

  Dave couldn’t believe Stevie was talking to her mother this way. He would be shocked to learn that his sisters had ever used the word fuck in his mother’s presence much less talked about fucking someone to her.

  “Fucking him then,” Shanna agreed. “What about Edward?”

  “God, Mom, how many times do I have to say it? We’re not married! I can do anything I want to.”

  Dave was quite sure that Shanna disapproved of that position, but she didn’t argue the point. “And what about Bobby? He’s made it quite clear that he doesn’t want you messing around with his friends.”

  Dave could still see Stevie’s face quite clearly from his hiding place, so he saw her expression transform from defensive to concern. “Is that why you never made a move on Dave?” she asked. “Everyone but Bobby can see he’s attracted to you. And who cares what that little prick says anyway? You and I can sleep with whomever we want to!”

  Shanna sighed and Dave realized this was the moment. She was trying to decide if she would tell Stevie about their relationship. God, he hoped she would and not just because he was standing naked with a hard on in a dark corner of the basement. Shanna and his future depended on Stevie and Bobby accepting them, and there might never be a better chance to win Stevie’s support.

  Shanna let the moment pass. “It’s very nice of you to say so, but it doesn’t seem very proper of us to sleep with Bobby’s friends. What would you say if Bobby wanted to mess around with Ann, or Janelle, or—”

  Stevie cut her off. “I’d say more power to him, if he could convince them to give him a chance.”

  “Or with Loren?’ Shanna asked. It cut to the heart of her real problem with Dave.

  Stevie started laughing again. “God, I can’t see that happening. She has better taste than that. But really, Mom, if they really wanted a fling, who cares? It’s just sex, and—you do know he’s not a virgin anymore, right?”

  Shanna sighed again. “Yes, unfortunately, I do.”

  “Well, wouldn’t you rather him sleep with someone you know and trust, than with strange girls you don’t know who they’ve been sleeping with?”

  Shanna shook her head in utter astonishment. “No, I wouldn’t! Really, Stevie, it just doesn’t seem proper that a woman my age would sleep with someone Dave or Bobby’s age.”

  “Mom, it’s the twenty-first century, in case you didn’t notice, but if that’s the way you want it, well it’s your body. You can frustrate it if you want.”

  “Stevie! I think this conversation has gotten completely out of control.”

  “No, it hasn’t,” Stevie argued. “In fact, let’s go upstairs and get some beers and I’ll tell you just what Jackson was doing when his girlfriend found us.”

  Dave watched Stevie precede her mother to the stairs. Shanna paused for a moment, looking back toward his hiding place. Despite the risk, he couldn’t resist stepping out into the open the moment Stevie was out of sight. His stone hard cock was still in his hand and it pointed straight at Shanna as he stroked it.

  Her expression was strange—not worried, not excited, just kind of sad.

  “I want you,” he mouthed to her.

  She didn’t try and answer, but walked toward Stevie and the steps. “You didn’t answer my question,” Shanna told her daughter. “Do you want Dave?”

  “I am so horny right now,” Stevie confided, “that if he came home early from that party I’d rip off his clothes and do him on the floor.”

  Stevie laughed. “Unless you got there first—I’m not doing a threesome with my mother.”

  “I should hope not!” Shanna said.

  Stevie laughed harder.

  The light clicked off and the door at the top of the stairs swung closed, leaving Dave in absolute darkness.

  “This is just great!” he muttered. “I’m naked in the dark with my clothes outside in the snow. My dick won’t go soft and my girlfriend just might be passing me off to her daughter. What else could go wrong?”

  Chapter Six

  It took Dave several minutes to quietly make his way to the top of the stairs. He wasn’t actually all that quiet. There were a lot of things to kick and stub your toe against in a dark basement, but fortunately none of those sounds brought Stevie down to investigate.

  The pain in his big toe also succeeded in distracting him somewhat from the thought of two horny women talking about him on the next floor and his penis finally softened to its normal state. He was still quite self conscious about its thick form dangling with his balls between his legs, but if he was going to get caught, he’d rather it be like this.

  He set his hand on the doorknob and very quietly turned it. There were no sounds that he could hear coming from the kitchen, and he thought he heard the television on in the next room. That would have been very smart of Shanna to provide some sound to cover his escape.

  He edged the door open, listening intently. “So there I was with his hand up under my shirt,” Stevie was saying, when this voice screams: What the hell are you doing to my boyfriend?”

  Both Stevie and Shanna were laughing. It was a completely new side of Shanna for Dave. This was the woman who five weeks ago hadn’t wanted to let her son have a beer, and now she was laughing with her daughter about getting caught in a compromising position. How much had she had to drink tonight? Dave hadn’t thought about it while they were making out, but she had tasted of beer.

  “I can’t believe you’re telling me this,” Shanna giggled.

  “I can’t believe you’re listening to it,” Stevie laughed. “Hey, you want another beer?”

  Dave froze for a moment, then silently closed the door again.

  “I can get it,” Shanna said. There was an audible edge of urgency in her voice.

  “Don’t be silly,” Stevie insisted. “I’ll get it for you.”

  Footsteps entered the kitchen, and Dave guessed that both women had entered the room. He could hear the refrigerator door open.

  “Hey, we’re out of Heineken,” Stevie said. “Let me run down stairs and get you some.”

  Dave started backing down the steps immediately, not really caring if he made noise now. If Stevie opened the door and flicked on the light, there was no way she could miss seeing him.

  “I’ll just have a Molsen,” Shanna insisted.

  “You don’t really like those,” Stevie said.

  The door at the top of the stairs opened just as Dave stepped out of the stairwell. He started to return to his hiding place by the water heater when he realized that it was too close to the basement refrigerator. He didn’t know what to do!

  “Really, Stevie! I don’t want a Heineken!” Shanna said. There was a hint of panic in her statement.

  “It will just take a moment,” Stevie answered as she hurried down the stairs.

  Dave’s eyes frantically took in the treadmill, the washer and dryer, the water heater, the refrigerator. There was a stack of storage bins in the remaining corner that it looked like someone had rummage through without reassembling. Dave sprinted across the room to them and dropped onto his hands and knees behind a couple of the bins. He pictured his bare white ass sticking up in the air, but if it was, Stevie didn’t seem to notice it.

  She came off the stairs, went directly to the refrigerator and pulled out a half-dozen beers. Ten seconds later, she was back on the stairs and returning to the kitchen.

  Dave’s dick was hard and erect again.

  “We’ve got a light bulb burned o
ut down there,” he heard Stevie saying.

  “We can get Bobby to change it tomorrow,” Shanna said.

  “Fat chance,” Stevie answered.

  The light went out and the door closed, but Dave could still sort of hear their voices.

  “Well we can ask Dave to do it then,” Shanna suggested.

  “If we’re going to put him to work, we ought to think about his reward,” Stevie laughed.

  The sound faded, presumably as they went into the other room.

  Dave crept slowly back to the top of the stairs and listened at the door. The television was set to Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve special. He couldn’t hear Stevie or Shanna.

  Slowly, he opened the door again.

  “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Shanna said, “but if you’re really this horny, why don’t you go back out and look for a man?”

  Dave couldn’t believe Shanna was saying that either, until he realized it meant that she would be alone and available for him.

  “No, I’m in for the night,” Stevie insisted. “Although I think I’m looking forward to teasing Dave when he gets back. You should do it with me. Not only will we probably make Dave panic, but we’ll make Bobby furious.”

  “And will you remind me why that’s a good thing?”

  Dave wanted very much to hear more of this, but he owed it to Shanna not to get caught. He crept bare foot across the kitchen floor, steeled his resolve, and slipped back out into the freezing night.

  It was much colder than he remembered—so much so that he almost ran right back inside to avoid it. But he couldn’t do that without letting at least Stevie, and maybe Bobby, know what had been going on. So he huddled in on himself and began to look for his underwear.

  He found them next to one of Shanna’s stockings. Both were icicle cold, but he pulled the underwear on and then struggled with his jeans. He started to put the coat on directly over his bare chest, but he realized that wouldn’t work. Eventually, he’d have to take the coat off again and he couldn’t let everyone see he’d lost his shirt.

  The shirt was just as damn cold as his underwear had been, but he wrenched it over his head and pulled on his coat. Socks and shoes followed. He was shivering badly he couldn’t tie the laces at first, so he felt around for his gloves and tried to warm his fingers. It was really cold, but he didn’t think he should try running around with his shoelaces dangling. And he couldn’t leave until he found Shanna’s nightgown and her other stocking.

  He finally gritted his teeth, took off the gloves, and got the shoelaces tied. He rolled Shanna’s sexy bedclothes up tight and stuffed them into different coat pockets.

  Then he decided to go back to Nelson’s party for an hour. There was no way he was waiting out in this cold for Bobby to finish having fun with Loren.

  Part III

  Shanna

  January 1

  Chapter One

  The evening with Stevie turned out to be fun. Not as fun as the evening she had planned to have with Dave would have been, but a couple hours of laughing hard with her daughter over men was a completely new experience for Shanna and she truly enjoyed it. She’d come very close to sharing with Stevie her relationship with Dave. Only Loren’s lingering warning had prevented her from breaking down and confessing everything.

  By the time Bobby and Dave got home around 1:30, both women were completely drunk and giddy from too much laughing. Shanna knew that it was a recipe for trouble, but she was too intoxicated to care, as much as she knew she should.

  “Happy New Year!” Stevie called as Bobby closed the front door.

  She got off the couch, staggered a couple of steps to catch her balance, and walked over to Dave. “We’ve been talking about you,” she told him. “Happy New Year!”

  She threw her arms around him and gave him a deep and passionate kiss.

  Shanna watched Dave’s eyes grow wide with surprise and his hands clench and unclench as he tried to figure out what to do with them.

  Stevie let Dave go. “Your turn, Mom,” she said as she turned to face Bobby. “You just get a hug,” she told him. “Happy New Year!” Before Bobby could say anything, she threw her arms around him.

  “What’s going on?” Dave asked.

  Shanna walked over to him, trying to put a sexy swing on her hips. “Happy New Year, Sweety!” she said before wrapping her arms around him and giving him her own passionate kiss.”

  “Awww, Mom!” Bobby protested.

  Dave’s hands found the small of Shanna’s back and settled there, gently holding her.

  Shanna broke away and watched Dave take a deep breath. “Happy New Year!” he repeated.

  Stevie and Shanna started laughing.

  Shanna went over to Bobby and gave him a hug. “Mom, that was just gross,” Bobby told her.

  Dave seemed to pull himself together. “Bobby, I don’t want to fight with you, but it is never gross to be kissed by a beautiful woman.”

  “Well then, let’s do it again,” Stevie said. She stepped back beside Dave and kissed him, clearly probing his mouth with her tongue.

  Dave’s hands began to clench and unclench again. He didn’t hug her back. He didn’t appear to know what to do with them.

  Stevie broke the kiss. “How was that?”

  “Have you two been drinking?” Bobby asked.

  “We sure have,” Shanna told him.

  “Well go to bed!” Bobby said. “This is not cool!”

  “Go to bed yourself,” Stevie told him. “You want to have a drink with us, Dave?”

  Dave slipped out of his coat, looking to Shanna for a cue as to what she wanted him to do.

  “Oh, man, this is so not right,” Stevie said. “You’re shirt is on wrong side out. You’ve already gotten some action tonight!”

  Bobby eyes widened with surprise. “Hey, you didn’t tell me that! Who’d you hook up with?”

  Dave look flabbergasted for a moment, but then collected his wits. “A gentleman never tells,” he insisted.

  “A good policy,” Shanna said. “That will keep us from asking who you hooked up with, Bobby.”

  Bobby looked back at his mother. “Are you drunk?”

  “Yes,” Stevie and Shanna said together. “And we’ve decided that we both find Dave very attractive.”

  “This is so not cool,” Bobby said. “Come on, Dave, let’s go get a drink—coffee for Mom and Stevie, but you and I need something harder after hearing that.”

  “I need something hard too,” Stevie announced.

  Shanna blinked and swallowed a chuckle. “I think that might be going just a little too far,” she said.

  “Come on, Dave,” Bobby said.

  To Shanna’s eyes, Dave was more than a little reluctant to follow him.

  “I think he wants to stay with us,” Stevie observed.

  “Come on!” Bobby insisted.

  Dave followed him through the television room to the kitchen.

  Stevie and Shanna collapsed against each other laughing.

  Chapter Two

  It was nearing three in the morning before everyone went to bed—each to their own individual rooms. The mood had calmed down after Bobby made the coffee and about half an hour or so later, the late hour caught up with them. At least it caught up to Bobby and Stevie, but Shanna still had plans for this evening. She wasn’t going to let another night go by without, to use Stevie’s expression, playing cowgirl on her boyfriend.

  She’d waited twenty minutes to let everyone get settled, then slipped back out of bed, put a robe on over her new nightgown, and opened her bedroom door. A flicker of movement at the top of the stairs suggested that someone was heading down ahead of Shanna. A panicked glance at Stevie’s open bedroom door only served to confirm Shanna’s fears.

  She hurried to the top of the stairs wanting to call Stevie back up, but how would she explain being up and about herself? If she drew attention to herself then Stevie would know that Shanna was planning to visit Dave herself.

 
Stevie left the stairs without noticing Shanna was behind her. She was wearing a thin robe like Shanna’s and heading straight down the hall toward Dave’s room. A small part of her still hoped she had mistaken Stevie’s intention, but she knew in her heart she had not.

  Ultimately, Shanna knew that this was her own fault. Stevie had given her a dozen chances to stake her own claim to Dave. Clearly, Stevie saw how attracted they were to each other. But Shanna had not really warned Stevie off and now her own daughter was going to fuck Shanna’s man.

  Shanna rounded the bottom of the staircase in time to see her daughter enter Dave’s room. The door was a little less than half open and she slipped by without even touching it. Shanna’s last hope that this wasn’t going to happen was just about gone. Not only had she gotten Dave as agitated as could be without satisfying him this evening, but she and Stevie had teased him mercilessly when he had finally come back home. He was going to take one look at Stevie’s hot twenty-one year old body and plow that hard cock into her for all he was worth.

  Shanna reached Dave’s bedroom door and peered within. The moonlight was bright enough through the window that she could easily see what was happening. Dave was snoring softly beneath the covers, actually sleeping instead of waiting for her as she had hoped. Stevie was standing beside the bed, hesitating as she looked down on him, as if she hadn’t quite decided what to do.

  This was Shanna’s last chance to prevent this thing. All she had to do was call her daughter’s name. She might not even have to confess her love for Dave. But she couldn’t force herself to speak. In silent, horrified, fascination, she watched Stevie pull the covers down off of Dave, exposing his naked body and his semi-erect penis.

  Stevie stroked Dave’s thick shaft with one finger, then clearly finished making up her mind. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, revealing proud erect breasts and what Shanna believed to be a perfectly trim figure. Then she straddled Dave’s legs and began to lick his long thick cock.

  Dave moaned, but did not wake up.

  The air grew tight in Shanna’s chest. She wanted to say something, to stop Stevie from doing this—but she also wanted to see what would happen when Dave woke up. Deep in her heart, she knew she wanted to test her man, even though she saw no possibility that he would refuse Stevie’s invitation.