Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 01

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 Duncan pretended to be withdrawn.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.