Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 01

This became routine over the next week. It was mutually decided that it was best for Duncan to not even bother trying to sleep in Kyle's room, rather to just wait until Leonard went to bed and then come join Janelle in her room. She never realized how much she missed a male presence in the bedroom, while he was living his ultimate fantasy. Her nighties were quite revealing, allowing him to admire her sexy legs and cleavage. He even had the privilege of watching as she applied body lotion to her smooth skin before they went to sleep. It took him everything not to make a move on her, but he knew he couldn't if he wanted to execute his grand plan. She caught him peeking a few times, but thought nothing of it as boys will be boys. On some levels it was flattering, as her husband didn't seem to view her as a sexual body in ages...

***

Leonard inevitably learned of the risqué slumber party. He was heading to a tech convention and his cell phone charger was busted, so he needed to borrow his mom's. He wasn't leaving until 8AM that day, but got out of bed at 6AM so there'd be plenty of time to shower, charge the phone, and have some breakfast. Janelle had forgotten this was the day of the convention and did not adjust her alarm clock accordingly, so Duncan was still in her bed when Leonard woke up.

Leonard assumed to get in and out of her bedroom quickly with the charger and not disturb her. He crept down the hallway, carefully opened her door, and then the biggest bombshell of his life... He found his mother sleeping next to Duncan... Who was on his father's side of the bed!!!

"Son of a...," Leonard muttered under his breath. He had no clue what was happening and prayed it wasn't what it looked liked. Duncan HAD once declared his intentions to fuck Janelle. He should've confronted them immediately, but he was in shock and instead slunk back into the hallway and closed the door. He need more time to assess the situation.

Leonard waited downstairs at the kitchen table. He had no interest in going to the convention anymore. He wanted some damn answers. He heard Duncan go back to Kyle's room at 7AM. Then heard his mother's shower running, so he went to her room and lingered.

Janelle exited her bathroom a few minutes later in nothing but a towel. She was startled to find Leonard in her room. He had a stern expression on his face. "Lenny? Is something wrong?" she asked as her damp hair dripped all over the hard wood floor.

"Yeah... Why the hell was Duncan sleeping with you!?" he demanded.

"Please, calm down," she begged. "It's not what you think. He has trouble sleeping. He has nightmares and needs someone to comfort him," she explained. "It's a result of his harsh upbringing."

"Bullshit!" Leonard hollered as he was getting pretty irate.

"I know you're upset about your father and me separating, but imagine dealing with that heartache all your life. Along with abusive parents who were poor financial providers. It's a wonder Duncan isn't completely screwed up." She was doing her best to calm her son with this speech.

"Yeah, I know he has a rough life and nowhere to go, but isn't sleeping in your bed crossing a line? If he needs company at night, I'd rather he use one of our old sleeping bags and crash on my floor," Leonard said.

"It's a parental figure that he needs to free him from the nightmares. That's why he's staying in our house in the first place. But it's only a temporary arrangement until he gets a job and starts to feel better," she swore.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I wouldn't be letting him in my bed if I wasn't... Don't you trust me?" she asked.

"Of course, but I'm still getting use to dad being gone. I really wasn't expecting for Duncan to be allowed in your bed. What if dad came home to reconcile and found you two together? That would be the end of that." Leonard seemed intent on scolding his mother even if she had made some fair points.

"We told you that this separation was only temporary. I'm trying my best, so please don't use the fact that I'm helping YOUR friend as ammunition against me." She was starting to get misty eyed. This was not how she wanted to start the day.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean it like that." Guilt was starting to sink in. Leonard went over to Janelle and gave her a big hug. Her scented body wash was very enticing. It was hard for any man, even her own son, to stay mad at her for long.

"Please, let's not fight about your dad or Duncan or anything else. You'll always be my special guy," she said affectionately. She made him blush with an Eskimo kiss, which was their special thing that not even Kyle or his dad experienced. He would always be her little boy.

Leonard went to the convention and tried to have a nice time, but just couldn't enjoy himself. He was angry at the entire situation, but also upset with himself for lashing out at his mother. He decided that he still needed to have a serious talk with his "pal" Duncan.

Leonard returned home at 7PM. He walked up the driveway and entered through the side gate. He found Duncan looking very comfortable, sitting at the edge of the pool, having a smoke, with his feet dangling in the water.

"Bro, how was the geek show?" Duncan asked.

"Fine." Leonard wasn't interested in making small talk.

"I couldn't even afford the admission," Duncan said in a self deprecating manner. Duncan had learned to keep his act up at all times whether Janelle was there or not.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sleeping in my mom's room!?" Leonard demanded.

"Because she thought you'd freak out," Duncan said before taking a long drag.

"No shit!" Leonard shouted. "Wouldn't you freak!?"

"Did she explain to you why I'm sleeping with her?" Duncan asked.

"Yeah," Leonard admitted.

"So you know it's like therapy for me and there's no reason to get bitchy." Duncan pulled his feet out of the pool and stood up. He wondered if Leonard would be intimidated by him.

"Fuck you!" Leonard surprisingly stood his ground.

"Hey, you live in this mansion with a saint of a mother. I grew up in a rat infested tenement and now I got some sort of sleep deprivation mental disorder." Duncan went onto the patio. "Ever go a week without any sleep? Your life is awesome and mine really sucks, so give me a damn break."

"Awesome!?" Leonard followed him onto the patio. "My folks are separated too!"

"Their separation has been a picnic compared to my parents' World War III. Take what you've gone through and times that by a billion and you've got my miserable existence." Duncan found an ashtray and put his cigarette out. Leonard's father was a smoker and the ashtray is a reminder of him.

"Sorry, but that's not my problem," Leonard responded.

"I know. I wish there was a pill I could take that would make all the craziness go away. Having a surrogate mom for the short time I crash here will make a big difference down the road. I'll get a job and get out of your hair soon. Your mom said that she'll be getting back together with your dad soon. Your life will get back on track way before mine does. I'm not asking for your sympathy; I'm asking for your patience." Duncan was giving another sincere performance. He trusted that Leonard would be convinced as his mother had.

"Man, I don't like this too much, but I guess it's my mom's decision," Leonard said. "But just so YOU know this may have an adverse affect on our friendship down the road."

"I really hope not, but however it has to be." Duncan patted Leonard on the shoulder before going inside the house.

Leonard spent the next few hours on the internet, tweaking his fantasy football team until 11PM. His mom then opened his bedroom door without bothering to knock, so Leonard felt pretty relieved that he hadn't begun browsing literotica yet. She was in her white robe and ready for bed. "Goodnight, Lenny my sweetheart," she said lovingly.

"Yeah, goodnight mom," he responded in kind.

"Sleep tight, bro," Duncan said as he appeared over her shoulder.

"Right," was all a sullen Leonard could muster.

Janelle shut the door and Leonard felt like he might actually throw up. He remembered what it was like as a kid to have both his parents come to tuck him in at night. Now it was like a joke that everyone was in on... but him.

***

Janelle and Duncan got ready for bed. She gave him an innocent kiss on the forehead before lights out. It was in the darkness that she shed her robe because he had been caught staring a little too much as of late. Duncan was disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see her scantily clad body in sexy lingerie. But now it was time for the next phase in his quest to seduce her...

Janelle stirred from a sound sleep around 2AM and found Duncan sitting up in bed and breathing heavily. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you feel well?"

"It's happening again," he lamented.

"You can't sleep?" she asked, sitting up to turn the lamp on.

"No, I can sleep. I just can't stop having the nightmares," he explained.

"Aww... Would a sleeping pill help?" she asked as she massaged his shoulders.

"No, I tried that in the past. There is something that's always helped, but..." he trailed off.

"What?" she persisted because she was so truly concerned for him.

"I can't say." He rubbed his eyes as if about to weep. "It's too embarrassing."

"Please... Duncan, I want to help you," Janelle said as she nuzzled him.

"I would... um... touch myself," he finally admitted to her.

"Oh... you mean... masturbate?" she asked as she inched away from him.

"I really hope you don't think I'm disgusting or something," he said.

"No... I mean... it's natural," she stammered as her eyes drifted to his crotch.

"Forget I said anything. I'll go back to Kyle's room so you can relax," he offered.

"No, I swore I would help you through this tough time," she said, not fully knowing where she was going with this train of thought. "You could use my bathroom or would it be better if you did it here in the bed?"

"I'd probably be more comfortable here in the bed," he said.

"Okay, I'll go into the bathroom for a few minutes so you'll have privacy. I'll bring you a towel to clean up after. Would you... um... need more than a few minutes?" she was pretty embarrassed to ask.

"A few minutes should be enough and thank you for not judging me," he said.

"Never," she assured him.

Janelle left him alone in the bed and entered her bathroom. For the next few minutes she thought about what was transpiring in her bed... that she once shared with her husband. She was aware that Duncan was well endowed and now he was pleasuring himself less than ten feet away.

Time passed slowly and she began to wonder if he was finished yet. She grabbed a towel and opened the door a crack. She only took a quick glance, but saw Duncan with his eyes closed and his boxer shorts pulled down, stroking his thick nine inch member at a fast pace. He let out a grunt and spurted. Janelle was taken aback by how much semen he spilled. It must have been a long time since he had an orgasm. Something she could definitely relate to.

"Janelle... I'm finished," he cooed.

She shielded her eyes and approached the bed with towel in hand. She tossed it to him and looked away as he wiped the cum off his semi hard member. "Thank you, Janelle. I think I'll be able to sleep well tonight."

"Well, that's all that matters," she said. "You should toss that towel in my shower. I'll let it dry overnight before I put in the hamper with the rest of the laundry."

"Whatever you say." Duncan pulled his boxers up and went into the bathroom. Janelle checked to see if he had gotten any cum on the sheets before she climbed back into bed. Her head was spinning, but she turned the lamp off and tried to get some sleep.

***

Janelle waited for Leonard to leave for class in the morning before she did laundry. Not that he ever interfered with that particular chore, but she was being overly cautious. As distressing as their last argument was, this would be an all out screaming match. Duncan meanwhile slept in, and then took a nice long hot shower. Everything was working out favorably so far.

Janelle wisely gave Duncan a towel before he started masturbating the next night so there was no chance of her seeing anything undue. She waited in her bathroom until the coast was clear. She was half thinking that she should use this time to masturbate too since she hadn't had an orgasm since her husband moved out. And even when her husband was around, orgasms came few and far between.

Duncan fell asleep quickly the next night, so Janelle assumed that two nights of masturbating had solved the dilemma. She went to sleep, but was woken up at 3AM by the mattress quaking. She had her back to Duncan, but realized that he was jerking off right next to her... He must have had a nightmare.

She thought it was polite of him not to wake her and banish her to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he could not beat his meat quietly enough. She wanted to turn to him and let him know everything was okay, but she worried he'd be humiliated if caught in the act. She closed her eyes and did her best to pretend she was asleep.

Of course he was pumping his cock with the sole intention of waking her. He badly wanted her to see. He was extremely confident in his size, being that most every girl he bedded had pointed that fact out to him in a craving manner.

He finished a few minutes later and went into the bathroom. She took a quick peek at him before he shut the door... The bathroom light revealed that he was completely naked and his manhood was still erect. She wondered how could he still be so hard? Her husband always went flaccid mere seconds after cumming. But then again, her husband didn't have a big, beautiful cock like Duncan. She quickly shook off the dirty thoughts and closed her eyes to get back to sleep.

***

Leonard was doing the dishes in the early afternoon. He gazed out the window above the kitchen sink and saw mother sunbathing by the pool in her sexy black string bikini. Here was an instance where he had to admit to himself that his mother was a total babe with an amazing body. His concentration was only broken by the sound of flip flops entering the kitchen.

"What's up, bro?" asked Duncan, who was in a bathing suit and carrying a towel.

"Not too much," Leonard responded. "Going for a swim?"

"Yeah, you're so lucky to have grown up with a pool. My family would have to drive across town to that rundown public pool," Duncan griped. "Even that was a luxury some summers."

"Well, enjoy the pool while you're still here," Leonard said.

"I will." Duncan grinned, his way of letting Leonard know that he wasn't leaving anytime soon. Leonard watched Duncan exit through the sliding glass door and park himself next to Janelle outside.

Janelle was laying face up on a lounge chair and wearing dark shades. She had the straps of her bikini top off her shoulders to prevent tan lines. "Hey, roomie," she said with a cutesy voice and a big smile on her face. "You know, I have something I have to tell you."

"Yeah? What's that?" he queried while admiring her simply ravishing body. How was it possible that she could possess a body like that after having two children?

"Now don't be embarrassed, but I heard you last night," she confessed.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I was having rough time. I didn't mean to wake you," he said, grinning to himself.

"It's quite all right, dear. Don't be ashamed. I was wondering though... what do you think about when you... you know?" She was too conservative to say the word masturbate yet again.

"Um... supermodels I guess." That was a lie. He always thought about her. "I really wish I didn't have to think about anything. Just clear my mind and be soothed; both physically and emotionally. I'd feel less... dirty."

"No, don't feel that way. You're doing what you must to ease your tension. It's not your fault that have these restless nights." Janelle was a born nurturer. "I think I can help to alleviate your stress."

"Yeah? How's that?" he asked, salivating to know.

"Tonight," she assured him.

"Okay... In the meantime, would you like me to rub some suntan lotion on your back?" he generously offered. "I've been told in the past that I'm a talented masseuse."

"Um... Can Lenny see us?" she asked with trepidation.

A suspicious Leonard was watching them from the window with a scowl on his face.

"Yep," Duncan admitted.

"I'll have to say no. I think he's a little jealous of our friendship," she said.

Duncan was disappointed. He wanted to touch her. Feel her soft skin. Hell, he wanted to fuck her right there on the lounge chair. He couldn't care less if Leonard was watching. In fact, he'd love for someone to witness him give this milf the most epic fuck of her life.

Duncan was sitting up in bed at midnight as Janelle locked the door. This was something she hadn't done before. "My husband would sometimes have trouble... getting it up," she said as she rummaged through her dresser. "Playing with my underwear would help." She took a pair of violet panties and presented them to Duncan. "If you were stimulated faster, then you wouldn't feel as guilty afterwards. It would be a more pleasurable experience."

"Wow... I think you're right, Janelle." Duncan gleefully accepted her panties.

"Well, I guess I'll go and wait in the bathroom as usual," she teased.

"No, why don't you lie down. I promise I won't disturb you," he said.

"Hmm... I don't know about that... Are you sure?" she asked.

"I feel like an ingrate by always making you wait in the bathroom when this is your own house," he explained. "And this is your bed. Please, it would mean a lot to me if you stayed."

"Okay, if you insist." She turned the lights out and got comfy under the covers with her back to him. "Goodnight, Duncan."

"Goodnight, Janelle," he replied as he pulled his boxers down and started stroking his shaft with her panties. They felt so good... they were so soft. He couldn't stop think about how the material must feel against her pussy. It was driving him wild. His best jerking session yet.

He couldn't help but grunt and the mattress was really bucking despite of his promise. Curiosity was getting the better of Janelle and she looked over her shoulder. Even in the darkness she could discern the pumping motion of his fist. She bit her bottom lip and gripped her sheets. She was rooting him on... but for benefit of whom?

"Oh... fuck!" Duncan bellowed as he came into her panties.

"Hush... Lenny will hear you!" she said in a panic.

"I'm sorry, Janelle," he said, catching his breath.

"Go and leave my panties in the shower," she said. "Sweet dreams."

"They will be... thanks to you," he said kindly.

***

Janelle washed the cum stains out of her panties the next day and debated whether or not she could ever wear them again. Should they remain as a gratifying implement for Duncan? Ultimately, she felt it would be cheap to make Duncan reuse them.

She gave him a fresh pair that night, but they didn't seem to have the same effect. She laid there in the dark and listened to him struggling to reach orgasm. He purposely refrained from actually rubbing his cock, and he tried to make as many frustrating grunts as possible. This was all according to his plan.

"Duncan, what's the matter sweetie?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm feeling self-conscience again," he said.

"Do you not like my panties anymore?" she asked, puzzled. Duncan thought it was so hot when she used the word "panties." "If masturbating doesn't help anymore, what can we do?" she asked.

"Um... Can you please turn the light on?" he asked.

"Sure." She sat up and switched the lamp on... To her shock, Duncan's boxers were still down and he was exposing himself, as was his intention. She shielded her eyes from his erection as best she could.