My Son’s Roommate
By
Veronica Tower
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My Son’s Roommate
By
Veronica Tower
Thanksgiving Vacation
Chapter One
Wednesday Night…
“Mom, I’m home!”
Shanna turned off the television and went to greet her son on his first visit home from college. Two hours ago, she had been seriously irritated with him for being late and ruining her welcome home dinner. Now, she was overwhelmed by a feeling of excitement. Her baby was back in the house. Tomorrow night; Thanksgiving night, both of her children would be home. Her empty house would be full again, if only for the holiday weekend.
Shanna hurried into the foyer in time to see her son, Bobby, bag still thrown over his shoulder, holding the door open for his college roommate. She had met Dave only once, at the end of August when she had driven Bobby to school. He was a handsome young white man with a thin athletic body and soft-spoken Midwestern manners. None of which explained why neither he nor her son had given her the courtesy of a phone call to let her know he was coming home with Bobby for Thanksgiving Vacation.
Suddenly, it dawned on her that she had only a thin robe covering her nightgown. What was worse, she’d been lounging in front of a Firefly rerun and she wasn’t completely certain that her nightgown wasn’t peaking out beneath her robe. It wasn’t a question of modesty, so much as decorum.
Bobby dropped his bag to the floor and threw his arms around his mother. She forgot her momentary concern as she hugged her son. It seemed like yesterday he was a tiny infant in her arms, and now he was all grown up and visiting home from college. Where had all the years gone?
“It’s good to see you. Hope you don’t mind I brought Dave home with me. I only found out at the last minute that he was planning to stay in the dorm all weekend, and well, it’s not good for someone to spend five days alone,” Bobby said.
Five days? Shanna thought. That’s how I spend my whole life now that you and Stevie are out of the house. But she let none of that unhappiness deter her. “Of course I don’t mind, although next time you might give me a couple of hours notice so I can make preparations. Your sister is bringing her young man home with her, so I’ll have to put Dave on the sofa bed in my office.”
As she was speaking, Shanna let go of her son and extended her dark hand to Dave. “I hope that’s all right with you.”
Dave’s eyes flickered downward to Shanna’s cleavage before popping back up to her face, confirming her fear that her robe was no longer perfectly covering her nightgown. She refused to give into the impulse to glance down and see just how much of her bosom she had exposed. In another minute, Shanna would be able to turn around and pull the light fabric back into its proper place. In the meantime, it seemed more respectable to pretend there wasn’t a problem.
“That will be just fine, Mrs. Elder,” Dave was saying. “I’ll sleep on the floor if you want me to. I’m just sorry to impose like this. I worried this wasn’t a good idea when Bobby first suggested it, but I didn’t know he hadn’t gotten your permission first.”
“What do you mean it’s not a good idea?” Shanna asked. “I’m thrilled you came with him, if for no other reason than keeping him company on the bus. Now let’s not hear anymore about that. Instead you can tell me if you’re hungry, why you’re getting in so late, and why Bobby didn’t answer his cell phone all evening.”
As she spoke, Shanna turned and made her way back into the living room, pulling her light robe more tightly across her bosom as she did. At forty-two, her breasts remained large and remarkably firm, but that was no excuse to go showing off to strangers. All in all, she’d taken good care of her body. Her waist was still thin enough and her legs were quite good. Add to that, her dark mahogany skin was still smooth and soft. She could easily pass for a woman five or ten years younger than her actual age.
Still, it was nice that Dave had looked.
She led Dave and Bobby through the living room and into the kitchen. The guys dropped their luggage in the corner then sat down at the small table.
“I made lasagna tonight,” Shanna told them. “Would you like to try it? I can stick it back in the oven or if you’re in a real hurry, I can use the microwave.”
“Lasagna sounds great, Mom,” Bobby said. He pushed his chair back from the table so he could get up and go to the refrigerator. “What do you have to drink?”
“Just go back and sit down,” Shanna told him. “I’ll bring it to you. I’ve been sitting around all day waiting for you to get home. It’s good to finally get to do something.” She tested the lasagna pan with her palm. “Good, it’s still warm,” she said. “Maybe the microwave is the way to go after all.”
Bobby rummaged into the back of the refrigerator. “Molsen?” he asked in surprise. “I thought you preferred Heineken.”
“I do like Heineken,” she told him. “Those Molsens are for your sister and her boyfriend.”
Bobby took out two bottles, snagged the magnetic bottle opener off the refrigerator, and carried the beer to the table where Dave waited.
Shanna finished cutting the lasagna and began to lever the slices onto two plates. “I don’t want to have to tell you this twice, Robert,” she said. “Put the beer back in the refrigerator and get your friend and you a couple of cans of soda. Those beers are for your sister and Edward.”
Bobby hesitated with the bottle opener hovering over the neck of the bottle. “And why does Stevie get to drink beer and I don’t?”
She picked up the first plate and stuck it in the microwave and began to punch the timer. “Stevie is twenty-one and you are nineteen,” Shanna explained.
“But I drink at school,” Bobby protested.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Shanna replied, and that was the simple unvarnished truth. “I can’t control what you do there, but I can and will control how you behave here at home.”
Bobby glanced at Dave, clearly embarrassed. Then he turned back to the beer and popped the cap off the bottle.
Dave spoke up. “Hey, man, don’t do this. Show your mother some respect. This is her home.”
Shanna thought Bobby looked surprised that Dave was not suppo
rting him. He hesitated and Dave filled the silence, turning to her. “That soda sounds good, Mrs. Elder. Are they in the refrigerator? May I get them for us?”
“You just stay right there,” she said. She opened the refrigerator door and bent over to look at the soda sitting on the bottom shelf. “What would you like: root beer, ginger ale, or cola?”
“Root beer, please,” Dave answered.
Shanna picked out a root beer for Dave, a cola for Bobby, and a ginger ale for herself. As she straightened, Dave’s gaze lifted with her, and she didn’t think his eyes were on her face.
This time, she did glance down, but her robe was wrapped tightly across her bosom. There was no cleavage at all in evidence. So what was Dave looking at? Sure her breasts were large, but that couldn’t be the answer. Shanna was old enough to be Dave’s mother. Without at least a little bare flesh to encourage him, she couldn’t see him having any interest in her body.
Perhaps she was imagining things.
To her intense embarrassment, her nipples began to swell beneath her nightgown. Her awareness of the problem only seemed to make the situation worse. In an effort to distract herself, she sat down at the table and opened her can of ginger ale. The liquid was cool as it rolled down her throat, but it had the opposite effect on her body that she was hoping for. The coldness further emboldened her tits.
“So, Dave,” she said, trying to ignore her swelling breasts. “Are you going to be able to stay the whole weekend or do you have to go back early?”
Bobby answered for Dave. “Jesus, Mom, you’re going to make him think he’s not wanted.” As if chastising his mother helped him make up his mind about the beer, Bobby lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long drink.
The minor act of rebellion ignited Shanna’s temper. “Honestly, Robert, you were away for three months, not three years. I’m sending you to college to teach you new things, not erase everything I taught you.”
Bobby continued to look defiant. He did not let go of the bottle.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Elder,” Dave said. “I feel bad that you weren’t told I was coming. I had hoped to stay until Sunday morning, but if that’s not convenient, I can leave any time. It’s really not a problem. I was planning to stay on campus for the holiday anyway. I have plenty of studying to do.”
Dave’s response increased her anger towards Bobby, but she strove mightily to suppress that feeling so that Dave wouldn’t misinterpret her irritation.
“No, Dave, I’m the one who’s sorry. You are completely welcome to stay with us for the whole weekend. I was only trying to start a conversation with my mannerless son here-”
The microwave timer sounded announcing that the first plate of lasagna was done. Shanna put her palms flat on the table and pushed herself back to her feet. Damn if Dave’s eyes didn’t flash back to her bosom as she rose. First, Bobby starts acting like an asshole and now this. It was looking to be one hell of a holiday.
When the boys finished eating, Bobby got up to get himself another beer and Shanna felt her mouth set in a frown. He had already drank two of them and now he challenged her again, pitting her determination to enforce the house rules against her reluctance to fight openly in front of a houseguest. Was this why he had really invited Dave?
Shanna’s sense of hospitality won—that and the realization that whatever she did this weekend wouldn’t stop her son from drinking. Sometimes a mother had to pick her battles, but she was very annoyed with Bobby for forcing this issue. She decided to put him to work and try to forget about it.
“Bobby, why don’t you show Dave to his room while I get some sheets and blankets?”
Bobby popped the cap on his new beer. “Okay, you want him in your office or in the living room?”
“The office,” Shanna confirmed, “it will give him more privacy.” She turned to Dave. “You’ll have to shower upstairs, but I think you’ll be more comfortable down here than sleeping on Bobby’s floor.
“That sounds fine, Mrs. Elder,” Dave assured her.
“It’ll be great until Stevie gets home tomorrow,” Bobby said. “Then neither of us will get to use the bathroom.”
“I know how it is,” Dave agreed. “I’ve got three older sisters at home and only one bathroom.”
“Three sisters and one bath?” Bobby repeated.” You really did have it hard.”
The two boys left the kitchen with Bobby still carrying his beer.
Shanna sighed. It really was going to be one hell of a weekend.
Shanna carried the bed linens into her office to find Dave standing by himself flipping through a pile of her books. Shanna felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. They were all erotic romances—interracial erotic romances. She had forgotten they were in here. She had intended to gather all of her books up and store them in her bedroom while the kids were home, but somehow she had forgotten all about it. She hadn’t really expected anyone to come into her office.
“Here are the sheets,” she announced.
Dave dropped the books a little too quickly, proving to Shanna that he had at least some idea what they were. A slight tint of red began to rise in his white cheeks.
Shanna felt her own flush intensify. It was mortifying to think that this stranger—Bobby’s teenage roommate, for God’s sake—had discovered that she liked fantasizing about fucking big, strong white men. But there was nothing she could do about that now except pretend she hadn’t noticed what Dave was looking at.
“What happened to Bobby?” she asked.
“Um, he said something about going to bring his bag up to his room.”
“Honestly,” Shanna grumbled, “three months away from home and he’s forgotten everything I ever taught him.”
She put the sheets down on her desk and pushed the chair firmly into place against it. The cover of the top book was clearly visible. It sported a busty black woman in a loin cloth leaning over a naked white man who’d been tied down face up on a bed. An image of Dave tied down naked beneath her flashed through Shanna’s brain.
The blood which had been rushing to Shanna’s cheeks began to shift its focus to her nipples and breasts. There was nothing she could do but push forward and try to ignore her rebellious thoughts. She turned to Dave who felt uncomfortably close even though he was standing a few feet away. She forced herself to keep her gaze at eye level and wished that he would do the same.
“The bed pulls out of the sofa,” she told him.
Dave crossed to the piece of furniture without answering her. More images flashed through her mind: Dave ripping open her robe to feel her breasts through her nightgown; Shanna bending over the arm of the couch so he could take her from behind; Dave pumping himself over top of her, spewing white cum across her naked breasts.
Where had all of this nonsense come from? She was here to make a bed, not get fucked in one. However many times Bobby’s roommate might have glanced at her, he was nineteen and she was much older. How had she even started thinking of this?
“Are you all right, Mrs. Elder?” Dave asked.
Shanna blinked twice, pushing the daydream out of her head. She found herself half bent over the couch, her hand already grasping the seat cushion. Dave had already removed the other cushion and Shanna now picked up hers and set it against the wall.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she told Dave. “I guess I just slipped away in thought.”
Dave smiled. He had good teeth and his blue eyes twinkled. “That’s a relief. You just froze there for a second. What were you thinking about?”
Shanna grasped hold of the bed frame and hauled it up and out of the couch. It always stuck for a moment when she first started to pull, then sprang rapidly upward when she added extra muscle. She’d never before noticed how this made her breasts bounce, but then she never before had a handsome, young college boy watching her do it. Thank God for the robe or she’d have really put on a show.
Dave helped her unfold the mattress frame. “What were you thinking about?” he asked again.
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bsp; You know damn well what I’m thinking about! Shanna wanted to say. Of course, her sense of decorum would never permit that, but the need to restrain the impulse stoked the embers of the anger she had been feeling in the kitchen. What did Dave want her to say? I’m wondering how big and thick your hard white dick is?
“I’m just thinking about what else I have to do tonight,” she lied.
If Dave was disappointed by her answer his face didn’t show it. “I’m sorry to put you to all this trouble,” he said.
The only trouble you’re causing is all of this confusion in me, Shanna thought. Where had all these thoughts come from? All Dave had done was glance a couple of times at her breasts and now Shanna was fantasizing about fucking him? It was ridiculous. She’s been happy enough without a man for years. Her romances and her vibrator provided all the satisfaction she needed. Why was she suddenly acting like she was the one who was school aged?
Shanna tossed one end of the fitted sheet to Dave and together they fitted it over the foot of the mattress.
Ridiculous really was the right word, Shanna decided. She was old enough to be Dave’s mother. He had not been looking at her—that was just the poor demented fantasy of a lonely aging woman. Nineteen year olds didn’t care about their friend’s mother’s cleavage.
To prove the point to herself, Shanna didn’t readjust her robe as she pulled the sheet taut at the head of the mattress. Pulling out the sofa bed and bending to secure the sheet had loosened the belt somewhat and as a result the fabric was loose, instead of tight, across her breasts. When she bent down to secure the final corner of the sheet, her robe gaped open creating a narrow window to her cleavage.
Dave’s eyes tracked her breasts every inch of the way.
He really did like to look at her.
The revelation frightened Shanna. She didn’t know how to react. Was it just her breasts or did he find all of her attractive? And would he try to do anything about it if he did? Did she want him to try?
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