Unfortunately, Shanna’s jealous anger just made her hornier. She wanted a cock tonight, a hard thick rod of hot pulsing flesh. Her cold plastic dildos just weren’t going to do the trick.
But maybe Shanna could help herself cum if she was closer to Dave. Maybe if she went downstairs to his room and slipped naked between the sheets he was sleeping against and pretended it was his fingers rubbing her pussy she could find some release.
The risks were significant—Stevie and Edward would be watching television just one wall away—but didn’t the risk make the whole idea more exciting? Wasn’t that part of Shanna’s attraction to Dave?
Shanna slipped out of her bed. She was wearing a short silk nightgown, which rubbed deliciously against her flesh, caressing her with each movement. She slipped into a silk robe—concealing but sexy—and quietly opened her bedroom door.
Only the television could be heard downstairs. Perhaps Stevie and Edward had fallen asleep on the couch.
Walking barefoot, her toes sinking into the carpet, Shanna padded quietly down the hall and began to creep down the stairs.
“Mmmm,” Stevie’s voice came up to her. “That was nice.”
So much for Shanna’s hopes that Stevie and Edward were sleeping...
She crept further down the steps hoping that she could slip past them. The stairwell opened into a sort of central hallway in the middle of the ground floor. The first floor rooms were all accessible from this one place. Directly behind her and partially beneath the stairs was the kitchen. To the left was the dining room, which also opened to the foyer from the front door. To the right and slightly ahead was the living room with the television where Shanna’s children had always spent most of their time. And finally to the right was a very small half-bath, and the office where Dave was sleeping on the pullout mattress.
The foot of the stairs could be seen from the living room if anyone was watching as she passed, but with the overhead light conveniently off, Shanna hoped that she could slip past in the shadows.
“You think that was nice,” Edward said to Stevie. “I’ve got something here that will make you really happy.”
Sounds of movement emanated from the living room and Shanna froze. Was Edward leaving?
Shanna’s heart raced. She knew she should retreat back upstairs, but she really wanted to get to Dave’s room.
She crept lower on the stairs.
Stevie giggled. “Put that thing away,” she whispered. “What if my mother sees you?”
Oh, no, Shanna thought. This cannot be happening. Stevie cannot be getting laid tonight when I’m stuck here horny and alone.
“Oooh, you’re so hard already,” Stevie said.
“Yeah, well you do that to me,” Edward told her. “Now start doing something else.”
Shanna found herself creeping lower on the steps. Her feet touch the floor and she could see clearly into the living room. Edward was standing with his back to the television, an enormous phallus in his open hand. There was enough light in the living room for Shanna to see it in all its glory. It was long, maybe eight or nine inches, and wonderfully thick and inviting. The engorged skin was far darker than the palm of Edward’s hand—just like the cocks she remembered from her youth.
Stevie scooted forward to the edge of the couch and took hold of Edward’s testicles. “What do you want, Sweety?” She asked him. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Just walk away, Shanna told herself, but her eyes were transfixed with the sight of Edward’s manhood. He was just so big and she was so goddamned horny.
“Kiss it,” Edward said.
Stevie leaned forward and planted her lips on the tip of Edward’s penis. The cock was darker than those lips, producing an exciting visual contrast.
“More,” Edward directed her.
“Like this?” Stevie asked as she began to kiss her way down the length of that magnificent rigid dick.
She slipped off the couch to improve her access. “Or do you prefer this?”
Stevie began to kiss Edwards swollen testicles and the flesh of his inner thighs. Her dark brown fingers wrapped around his nearly black shaft and stroked him up and down.
“Oh, that’s much too dry,” she told him. “I have to do something about that.”
Stevie’s pink tongue came out and began to moisten the base of Edward’s dick. Then, she worked her way higher, rhythmically squeezing the head of his shaft while her tongue lubricated the rest of his pole.
Edward grunted and began to run his hands through Stevie’s dark beautiful hair.
Her tongue reached the flared rim beneath the mushroom head and she skillfully played ice cream cone with it. Edward’s knees were visibly trembling as she worked her way over the rest of his head.
“You are so good at that,” he told her.
“You give me a lot of practice,” Stevie said.
She swallowed her boyfriend in one fell stroke, taking nearly two thirds of his length. Her mouth stretched wide and her cheeks puffed out and then she was bobbing up and down on Edward’s beautiful glistening cock.
About every third swallow, she would spit him out completely and pump his dick four or five times fast with her fist. Then she would swallow him again.
The third time Stevie repeated this pattern Edward began to moan. “Slow down, baby,” he told her.
Her mouth popped off and she grinned up at him. “No!”
“But I’m going to cum,” Edward protested.
He had to wait for Stevie’s response because she swallowed him again. He closed his eyes and began mumbling something Shanna couldn’t hear.
Stevie spit him out again. “Multiplication tables won’t help you.”
“I’m not ready!”
“I say yes!” Stevie hissed. It was clearly an argument they’d had before and Stevie had just won this round of it.
She sucked Edward in again and then pulled back off him in a hurry. Ivory white semen bubbled forth from the cock in her hand and trickled back out of her mouth. Edward kept tossing his head from side to side, grunting expressions of ecstasy. He tried to pull away once, but Stevie grabbed his shirt with her free hand and he obediently gave up trying to escape the intense pleasure she was inflicting on him.
Stevie milked the last drop of semen from his dick, then resumed her place on the edge of the seat cushion.
She lifted her hips into the air. “Now take off my panties and start licking.”
Shanna quietly made her way back to her bedroom, more horny and frustrated than ever.
Chapter Three
Friday
When Shanna got downstairs on the way to her treadmill, she found Dave in the kitchen waiting for her. He looked exhausted and sleepy, if the two things could be identified separately. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he might be both.
As soon as he caught sight of her, Dave was out of his chair and moving toward her. “Good morning,” he said.
After all the horniness and frustration Shanna had endured last night, it enraged her to think that Dave had gotten his rocks off fucking that slutty little Marcie.
“Excuse me, Dave,” she said, “but I need to use my treadmill before the house wakes up.”
Dave looked hurt, but she stepped past him to the basement door.
“I was hoping we could go running again,” Dave said.
Shanna glanced over her shoulder at him. In addition to the shadows forming beneath his eyes there was a definite redness there. “I don’t think so,” she said. “Besides, you don’t look like you’re up to it.”
“I had too much to drink,” Dave conceded.
“All part of having fun,” Shanna said and started down the basement steps.
Dave followed her.
Shanna tried her best to ignore him as she went to the treadmill, but it made her so damn angry to think that yesterday afternoon he was flirting with her and feeling her leg and last night he was shoving that big cock into another woman’s pussy.
“Shanna
,” Dave began. It was the first time he had used her given name.
“Mrs. Elder!” Shanna corrected him.
“Shanna, Mrs. Elder, what’s wrong? I thought—”
“So did I, Dave,” Shanna told him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a workout to do. I would appreciate it if you’d go back upstairs.”
“Good morning, Mom,” Bobby said. “How was the workout?”
“Exhausting,” she told him. And it had been! She pushed herself nearly twice as hard as usual, trying to get Bobby’s two-timing roommate out of her head. It wasn’t easy, because she still really found him attractive, but she refused to play second fiddle to any other woman. Her ex-husband had done that to her back when they were married and she was never going to put up with that again.
“Did you run with Dave again?” Bobby asked.
“Not this morning,” Shanna said.
“Ha! I knew he wouldn’t be able to get up early today. Not after the way he was drinking last night.”
The front door opened and closed in almost perfect timing with Bobby’s statement. A few moments later, Dave walked into the kitchen looking even more terrible than he had this morning. He looked genuinely sick—even worse than he had before his workout.
“Wow, you look like crap, man,” Bobby told him.
“Thanks,” Dave said. Without acknowledging Shanna he stepped past her to the kitchen sink and filled a plastic cup with water.
“How are you even moving?” Bobby asked. “You drank so much last night you passed out. I think Marcie was really disappointed.”
Shanna had been on the verge of leaving the kitchen, but this last statement snagged her attention and she lingered in the doorway.
He finished drinking the water and put down the cup. “You mind if I make some honeyed toast?”
“Honey?” Bobby asked. “Are you sure you’re up to it? You really look terrible.”
“It’s an old hangover remedy. Just like running wind sprints to sweat the poison out of your system.”
Shanna had intended to keep quiet and listen, but she heard herself asking a question. “Why did you drink so much, Dave? It doesn’t seem like you.”
Bobby answered for him. “It was like he was trying to pass out. He started guzzling rum from the moment we got to Liz’s house.” He chuckled. “I think Marcie intimidated him and he took the easy way out.”
Oh my God, Shanna thought. He didn’t sleep with her. He didn’t want to sleep with her.
“I’ll make the toast,” she said. “Dave, why don’t you sit down? We’ll get some food in your body and then maybe you can take a long hot bath and a nap. We’ll have you feeling better in no time.”
As she spoke, Shanna hurried to the counter and started the toast.
“Why are you being so nice to him?” Bobby asked. “The couple of times I came home with a hangover you gave me holy hell.”
“That was when you were in high school,” Shanna said. It sounded better than mentioning the need to get Dave well enough to fuck her tonight.
Dave refilled his cup of water and sat down. Shanna moved to stand behind him and began to massage his temples. His flesh was hot and sweaty, but his breathing eased and he leaned his head back into her soft breasts. “Thank you, Mrs. Elder,” he said. “That feels wonderful.”
Shanna wanted to say that she was sorry—wanted to explain that she was jealous—but Bobby was present and she had to settle for this.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Bobby said. “Liz and Marcie will be here in another fifteen or twenty minutes.”
The cold fingers of dread clamped around Shanna’s heart again. “What are you talking about?” she asked.
“We’re all going shopping,” he said. “It’s the Friday after Thanksgiving—the Christmas season is on. I’ll give you the details later,” he added with a wary glance at his mother, “but last night Marcie decided you’re worth giving a second chance.”
Shanna let go of Dave’s temples and backed away from him. Her anger was stoking again, this time divided equally between Dave and her son.
Dave was shaking his head. “Bobby, I really don’t think I can. I am really hurting right now.”
Bobby dismissed his objections. “You’ll be fine. Besides, I really don’t think you’re going to want to miss this.” He leaned in close and whispered, but Shanna could still hear what he was saying. “Victoria’s Secret: I’ll bet the girls will model, whatever we buy them.”
Shanna was growing angrier and feeling more threatened. It appeared that Dave had been good last night—had literally made himself sick to stay faithful to her. But now Bobby had planned another day of temptation and if Marcie’s second chance meant she had checked out Dave’s cock… Well, what young man would turn down a sure thing twice for a possible encounter with his roommate’s mother?
She sighed. Once again, she could think of no way to derail Bobby’s plans without exposing her own interest in Dave. “How long do you expect the two of you to be?” she asked Bobby.
Dave twisted around in his seat to look at her. “I thought you’d be helping me argue I’m too sick to go.”
“It sounds like a lot of fun,” Shanna said, wishing it were a lie. “I guess I’ll see the two of you tomorrow.”
It was an hour before Bobby and Dave actually left, and for half of that time, she had to endure the presence of her rival for Dave’s affection. She did not enjoy the comparison.
Marcie was a petite little thing with tawny brown hair and large breast implants. She used a lot of makeup for that slutty effect—fitting since that was in fact her reputation. Her tank top showed her belly and her tight jeans were cut low. A tiny angel had been tattooed in the small of her back and on the front a pair of lips had been inked on her breast.
Shanna hated the young woman for being so sexy. With a whole day to go to work on Dave, she had no doubt that Marcie would succeed in getting his cock. Assuming Dave was even interested in keeping it away from her after the way she had growled at him this morning.
The one slight bit of hope that Shanna held out came from Dave’s parting words. He had showered and changed into tight jeans, a T-shirt, and a light coat when he joined the youngsters at the front door. He paused to give Shanna a friendly hug. “Thanks for breakfast this morning, Mrs. Elder. Are we running together tomorrow?”
Shanna’s heart fluttered in her chest. Dave still wanted to be with her. Anything could happen in the next twenty-four hours, but right now when he was off to spend the day with a cum-gobbling slut, he was still thinking ahead to his time with her.
For some reason, Shanna couldn’t say yes. It was as if she was afraid that doing so would set her up for rejection. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Elder,” Marcie said. “I’ve got plans for this guy! He won’t be drinking today like he did last night.”
Liz and Bobby laughed.
Shanna was just glad to keep the tears out of her eyes.
She watched Liz back the car out of the driveway, then closed the door and went upstairs. She still hadn’t showered from her workout and on a sudden whim she decided to take a nice hot bath instead. As far as she knew, Stevie and Edward were still asleep which should give her some time to soak and relax.
Shanna started the water and poured in the bubble bath. White suds blossomed across the surface and Shanna began to undress: running shoes, socks, T-shirt, sports bra, shorts, and panties. There were no implants in this body. She may not be as young as Marcie but Dave would be blessed to get between her thighs.
She slipped into the bath, sighing as the hot water embraced her. The faucet was still dumping new liquid into the tub and Shanna spread her legs and lifted her hips to open herself to the hottest water. She wasn’t directly under the spray but she was close enough for the heat to penetrate her.
Shanna’s breasts floated on the surface of the water, dark nipples peeking out of the suds. She caressed them with soapy hands before sliding her
magic fingers down to her groin on either side of her labia.
Her body trembled. She was even more turned on then she had thought. “Oh, Dave,” she whispered. “Why aren’t you in here with me? I want to feel your lips, your tongue, your cock…”
She began to rub her clit while her hips kept her pussy right at the surface of the steaming hot water. Her fingers felt so good on her button that she couldn’t keep her pussy from gyrating beneath her touch. The hot water lapped against the side of the tub and then splashed aback against her labia and her inner thighs.
She rubbed harder, faster, glorying in the pressure of her fingers on her clit. Her heart raced in her chest, the blood pounded in her neck, the breath caught in her throat.
She could feel her passion rising. A scream began to form deep in her lungs. “Oh, Dave!” she groaned.
A car horn sounded outside the house, followed immediately by a sound at the bathroom door.
Shanna sloshed hard onto her side to look in that direction. Her hand clamped down hard on her pussy as it submerged in the water.
The bathroom door was standing several inches open when she was certain that she had firmly closed it. What might be the sound of footsteps came to her from the stairs. The front door seemed to open and shut.
What the hell was going on?
More frustrated than ever, Shanna pulled a towel against her and got out of the tub.
The rest of the day did not get better.
Within twenty minutes of her interrupted bath, Stevie and Edward were up and about and starting to get amorous with each other. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a cute nuisance, but she had seen Edward’s cock last night and for the past three days had been frustrated in her every effort to make herself cum. She absolutely did not need to see her daughter chewing on Edward’s ear or him surreptitiously squeezing Stevie’s ass or breast every time they thought she wasn’t looking.
Loren called her around 2:00 p.m. Stevie and Edward were watching soap operas in the living room so Shanna sat down to talk to her in hushed tones in the kitchen.
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