Chapter 1
Pam stood at the foot of her bed, hands quivering, completely naked.
“Am I really going to do this?” She thought to herself.
She had been standing there for the better part of ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to walk the three steps to her bedroom door and open it.
“It’s a stupid idea.” She thought.
She started to doubt herself, yet again, the rational part of her mind trying to warn her off walking through her house naked.
“You know he wants to see you.” The irrational half of her brain tempting her to leave the room, feeding from her lust and pent-up sexual frustration.
It was only meant to be a week-long business trip, but it had been seven weeks since her husband, Bill, had been home, trapped in France since the start of lockdown. Their usual sex life had been reduced to blurry video calls and sexting, and for the first fortnight, they had enjoyed the new ways of playing with each other. However, as time moved forward, and Bill’s internet connection became worse, Pam had become frustrated with the lack of intimate interaction with her husband.
She had managed for another week by hiding in her bedroom, streaming porn to her laptop and spending quality time with a selection of sex toys. By the end of that week, even her largest dildo had become mundane to ride. Her most reliable genre of porn had become stale.
Pam needed physical contact.
She needed to be fucked.
It was around this time that she started to take notice of the glances that her stepson, Cameron was throwing her way. At first, she thought she was just imagining it, her horny brain misinterpreting the situation, but as the days went on, she was positive that he was staring at her body.
Cameron was Bill’s son from his first marriage. His mother had fallen in love with another man and left the state to start a new life, leaving Bill as Cameron’s only parent.
Pam and Bill had met online three years ago, within a month they were living together, they were married later that year.
A lot of their friends thought they were rushing it, but they knew they had something special. Meeting online allowed them to be much more candid with each other in a short amount of time. Instead of going on a few dates and getting to know each other over the course of weeks, Pam and Bill stayed up late chatting and felt like they knew each other intimately in the span of just a few days.
They both liked science fiction, red wine, and kinky sex. Their kinks lined up perfectly too.
Bill liked to spank women; Pam liked to be spanked.
Bill liked anal sex; Pam loved having things in her ass.
Bill loved taking control; Pam loved to be tied up.
It was a match made in heaven, they just had to keep their kinky sex life secret from Cameron, who was just starting college. Pam had secretly hoped that he would move onto campus, giving them their private time, but they lived so close to the college that it made no sense for him to do so.
Now that his classes were online, and they were in lockdown together, they had become extremely close. They ate together every night, watched the same T.V shows, they knew each-other’s routine perfectly.
Which is why Pam was so shocked when Cameron started ‘slipping up’ around the house.
He walked in on her changing in her bedroom, showering and even while she was using the toilet.
Pairs of her underwear had gone missing from the laundry hamper, only to be returned a few hours later.
Then, a few nights ago, Pam was kneeling on her bed, vibrator on her clitoris and dildo in her ass, riding her way to an orgasm, when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She was positive that she saw her bedroom door gently closing.
She knew she hadn’t left it open, so it only left two explanations.
1) Cameron had come to try and walk in on her changing and gotten more than he bargained for.
2) Cameron was peeping on her.
The problem with both of those explanations was that they drove Pam absolutely wild.
As soon as she imagined Cameron watching her, her pussy instantly became hypersensitive. Her clitoris suddenly throbbing, sending her over the edge of orgasm almost instantly. Pam slumped forward on the bed, the thick dildo sliding out of her ass as she recovered from the best orgasm she’d had in a long time.
She felt a range of things in that moment after her climax.
Relief, shame, embarrassment. They all raced around her mind, making her feel like a sexual goddess and a pervert at the same time.
Pam would have thought it was just a one-off thing, but within minutes, she was turning on her vibrator again and lowering herself onto her dildo.
The thought of being watched and being desired were driving her crazy, her pussy responded with enthusiasm. Soaking wet, her clitoris aching for stimulation.
She orgasmed four more times before laying back on the bed and passing out.
In the days that followed she came countless times, every time she climaxed, there was one thought in her head.
Cameron.
Now, she stood in her bedroom, trying to talk herself into venturing out into the house completely naked.
After she had removed her clothes, it seemed like a stupid plan. She knew that Cameron was in the lounge room, watching T.V, she would walk past him, to the kitchen, grab a glass of water and head back to the bedroom.
She would pretend that she thought he was in his bedroom, apologizing and feigning embarrassment. It seemed like a great plan earlier, but now she was faced with the realization that Cameron would see her completely naked.
The rational part of her brain told her to get into bed and forget about it, but her arousal had taken control at this point. Her nipples stood to attention; her pussy was already wet with anticipation.
“Fuck it.” She whispered to herself, stepping across the room.
The cool air of the hallway rushed into the room as Pam opened the door. Her nipples reacted to the change in temperature, firming up even more than before, making her conscious of her nudity.
Pam could hear the T.V as she turned down the hallway towards the kitchen. Her hands shook, her stomach churned with butterflies as she forced herself to stroll down the hall.
She paused for a split second as she was about to exit the hallway. In front of her was the lounge room and the kitchen was about fifteen steps beyond that. If she wanted to go ahead with this, she would have to make that walk completely exposed to anyone sitting in the lounge room.
Her legs began to quiver, her mind screaming at her to turn around and retreat to her bedroom.
Once again, her arousal won the argument.
Pam put her foot forward and stepped out into the open.
She immediately saw the back of Cameron’s head as he sat in the leather recliner, watching T.V. She strode forward, her legs timidly stepping across the carpet, pretending that she hadn’t seen Cameron sitting in the room.
It was at this point that she realized what was on the T.V. She had been so distracted with her plan and her nudity, that she hadn’t noticed that Cameron was casting porn to the T.V.
Pam looked up at the image of a huge cock sliding in and out of a redhead’s mouth, her make-up running slightly as she tried to keep up with the thrusting.
Pam let out the tiniest of gasps, barely even audible, but it was enough for Cameron to sit up and turn in her direction.
“Jesus!” He called out.
Pam hadn’t predicted this at all, she had expected to be the one on display this evening, but here she was, watching Cameron frantically trying to tuck his cock into his pants.
“Jesus, sorry, I’m sorry.” Cameron stuttered, pulling his shirt down over his erection.
Pam had a split second to make a decision. She could apologize and leave the room; or reassure him that everything is fine. The rational part of her mind didn’t get a say in it this time, her irrational mind leading the way.
“Cam, don’t have a heart attack.” She said giggling. “You’re allowed to jerk off.”
“I wasn’t jerking off.” Cam protested.
Pam raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the woman being covered in cum on the T.V, then towards the humorous tent pitched underneath his sweatshirt.
“Yes, you were, and that is perfectly normal, honey.” She said, trying to reassure him.
Cameron flashed her a quick smile before his eyes wandered downwards, suddenly taking in the fact that Pam was completely naked in front of him.
In the rush of what had just occurred, Pam had forgotten about her plan and that she was stark naked. She instinctively reacted by covering her breasts with her right arm and her crotch with her left hand.
“Why are you naked?” Cameron asked, never raising his eyes.
“Well, I guess it’s my turn to apologize.” Pam said, shyly. “I thought you were in bed, I was just getting some water.”
“Naked?”
“Yes naked, I walk around naked more than you think, young man.” Pam said jokingly. “But I’ll go put some clothes on if it makes you more comfortable.”
Pam turned to start walking but she had a feeling that Cameron wouldn’t let her get far.
“No, you don’t have to.” He blurted out.
“Why’s that?” Pam asked.
Cameron shuffled in his seat, turning to look at her, his eyes drifting down to her chest again.
“Well, if it’s normal for me to do…this.” Cam said, motioning to the tent under his shirt. “Then it’s normal for you to walk around like that.”
Pam thought about it for a moment, feeling his eyes drift across her flesh, before smiling at him and nodding her head.
“You know what? You’re right.” She said. “It’s just us here after all, it has been for weeks!”
Pam locked eyes with Cameron as she slowly lowered her arm from her breasts, revealing her hard nipples. Her hand then moved from her crotch, giving him a full view of her neatly maintained bush.
She watched his eyes dip down, drinking in the view of her naked body. Nervously making eye contact every few seconds to make sure she wasn’t tricking him in some way.
Pam noticed the tent in his pants twitch, he was clearly enjoying what he was seeing.
“Well, I’ll just get my water and leave you to it.” She said, confidently striding past him towards the kitchen.
Pam was incredibly aware of every part of her body. She could feel her ass jiggle with every step, her breasts swaying slightly, even the way her feet felt on the carpet. Being naked in front of her stepson lit a fire inside her that spread outwards, heating up her skin as she walked into the kitchen.