Things went back to normal when Alan returned home the day after their 'mutual masturbation', as Cameron had referred to it. She was suddenly hyper aware of Cameron and stepped lightly, slightly worried that he might let something slip, but he barely spoke to his dad. Cameron was rarely home at the same time as his father, she realized. It hadn't been something she'd noticed before, but now she was hyper-aware of Cameron's presence.
Cameron's door was never open when he was in his room now, though she could hear him from time to time. She wondered if he was masturbating, but didn't dare to find out. Things calmed down and life went back to normal.
Lori Lynn hated it.
Friday night Alan texted her that he was working late, taking a client to dinner, and not to wait up for him. Not that it mattered, he'd snubbed every attempt she'd made at seducing him since he'd come back, turning her guilt to something vitriolic. She wanted to throw dinner away, but couldn't deny Cameron because his dad was an asshole. She boxed it up and put it in the fridge with Cameron's name on it, then grabbed a book and went to bed early.
She heard Cameron come in a little later and thought about saying hello, but decided against it. She stayed in bed with her book, fighting her urges to imagine him pleasuring himself again. After a while the noise of him moving around the house died down and she relaxed.
She was half asleep when she suddenly had this feeling that the garage door was open. She semi-sleepwalked her way to the garage only to find that it was closed. Better that she checked it, if not she wouldn't have been able to sleep. As she padded back to bed she passed Cameron's room. The door was cracked.
She hesitated, then heard a soft grunt followed by a low moan. She pushed the door and it creaked a little wider. Shit, what was she doing? Leave, she needed to leave, she couldn't do this with her stepson again.
"Lori Lynn?" Cameron called.
"Sorry, Cameron, I was just checking the garage door. Go to sleep, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"I got the door earlier," he said. "You weren't interrupting anything. Wanna come in?"
"I really shouldn't," she said as her feet crossed the threshold to his room.
"Shut the door behind you, please?" he asked. He was sitting in bed, his back propped up by pillows. The only clothing he had on were gym shorts. He stroked the outline of his cock through the silky fabric, catching her attention.
"Cameron," she began, swallowing hard. "I shouldn't-"
"Please, Lori Lynn, stay? I really liked it when you watched me last time. Please? Could you watch me again?" The way he asked her melted away any willpower she had left.
"Sure," she breathed out. "I'll just sit over here." She moved to the computer chair.
"The bed is more comfortable," he told her, patting the covers beside himself.
She swallowed hard, battling her urges to follow Cameron's every command. "I really shouldn't."
"You really should," he said. "It's more comfortable. Besides, I shouldn't be the only one who's enjoying themselves. I know dad hasn't touched you since he got home."
She froze up. "How'd you know?"
He sighed. "I took a guess, and you just confirmed it. You know he's fucking his boss, that's how he got his promotion. That bitch Jennifer So-and-so."
She could see it, could see Alan pumping away into Jennifer Mao's crossfit-tight snatch. She knew what it looked like, because she had been the same, sleeping with Alan behind Cameron's mother's back.
Maybe it wasn't the same, neither Cameron or Alan had anything good to say about Missy. Still, her and Alan's affair had ruined that marriage. She'd been young and naive, and regretted how it all went down. Hell, she hadn't even known Alan was married until they'd been intimate for almost a year.
The signs had been there, of course, but young love had made her blind to the things she didn't want to see, or know. Alan's affair should have made her angry, but she suddenly didn't care. At least not now that Cameron was around. Soon she found herself sitting on the edge of Cameron's bed, and the thought of Alan nut-deep inside his boss was mildly amusing, because it made what she was doing with Cameron feel less wrong.
She wondered what it would feel like to have Cameron nut-deep inside her.
"Sorry. I shouldn't've said that," Cameron apologized, noticing her distraction.
"No, you're fine. You're right. I've had my suspicions for a while now. It's only fair, I suppose." She turned to him, her eyes catching on his nipple rings.
"Fair?"
"Even if I didn't know Alan was married, I should've. I did the same thing. I actually feel kinda bad for his boss. I wonder if she even knows about me. Not that it would change anything," she said. She shrugged, unable to take her eyes off the silver barbells strung through those pert pink nubs.
Cameron was watching her. "You're not upset? That dad's cheating?"
She shrugged again, the movement somehow bringing her closer to him. They weren't touching, but she could feel his body heat, they were that close. "Alan is who he is, and he isn't gonna change. I should've known that, but it's easy to pretend that you're special. That it'll be different with you." Her eyes watered, and she surprised herself as a tear streamed down her cheek.
"Sorry, Lori Lynn," Cameron said, his strong arms enveloping her, pulling her into his firm chest. He smelled delicious. Her core tightened as his nipple piercings pressed against her modest breasts through her clothing. "God, I'm such an idiot." He held her tight and she let herself melt into it, indulged herself for just a moment before she pushed away.
He looked at her as she sat back up, concern in his deep brown eyes. "I'm fine," she said, wiping another tear away. "It's silly. I don't even care, not really. I guess it's my pride more than anything else."
"I didn't mean to make you cry," Cameron said.
She barked out a strangled laugh. "You didn't make me cry, Cameron. You're sweet, you really are."
Cameron's lips pursed. "He's an idiot."
"Alan?"
Cameron snorted. "Yeah, dad. He's a fucking idiot. You're sexy as hell, and practically throwing yourself at him, and he's off dipping his wick in his boss. He's a douche! He doesn't deserve you. I should send an anonymous email and expose-"
