Camille Lawson, David's stepmother, was very concerned about him. He definitely hadn't been "himself" as of late.
For the past 3 month, David would stay out late a few times a week -- something he'd never done before. On two occasions he didn't come home until dawn. He wouldn't tell her where he was going, where he'd been or what he was doing.
"Out..." or "out with friends" were his only answers when she attempted to grill him.
When he was at home, he spent most of his time in his room, or constantly texting or talking with "someone" on his phone.
She was convinced that David had a "secret girlfriend".
Camille was very possessive when it came to her stepson. She'd been that way ever since she and her late husband adopted him. She monitored and controlled most of his social life, including who his friends were. She wasn't prepared for him to suddenly "shut her out". She didn't like him keeping secrets.
But Camille had a few secrets of her own.
The relationship with her late husband was over long before his passing. She'd felt lonely and unloved for quite some time. The only spark in her life was David. He was her "special, little man".
Ever since David turned 19, he'd become even more "special" to her -- she started watching him EXTRA closely. She'd seen him naked on multiple occasions. Several times she secretly watched him in the shower or whenever he went to the bathroom or his bedroom to jerk-off. She was aware of how large he'd grown, how long he usually lasted and how many times he could "get it up".
She was even watching the afternoon that he'd almost lost his virginity in the backroom of the bookstore with a former employee (she fired that "loose hussy" the next day).
Camille happily rubbed-one-out each time.
In Camille's mind, David was hers. The thought that someone else might be..."with him"...really bothered her. She had to know who that someone else might be.
Her only clue was his rather close association with a new bookstore customer -- Sara Young -- who'd been coming in quite frequently. Camille decided to ask her about it the next time she saw her in the store.
By chance, Camille and Sara crossed paths one day just outside the local post office.
"Um, excuse me..." Camille began. "Sara Young, isn't it? You've come into my bookstore a few times..."
"Bookstore...? Oh, right...! Sara smirked, acting coy. "The cute, little 2nd-hand place up the street..." In fact, she was fully aware of who Camille Lawson, David's stepmom, was. She'd actually been looking forward to meeting her.
Camille made uncomfortable small talk for several minutes, before getting to the point.
"So, I believe you know my son, David..." she continued.
"Li'l Davie...?" Sara abruptly interrupted. "He's such a sweetie...he comes by to help me out every now and then."
"I-I'm sorry..." Camille stammered. Sara had completely caught her off-guard. "He comes by...?"
Sara went on to tell her how she and "Li'l Davie" had become "very, very close" and developed a "special friendship". She laid it on thick, leaving the door wide open for Camille to interpret her implied insinuations and innuendos.
"We'll all just have to get together sometime, OK..." Sara concluded, before suddenly turning and leaving.
Camille was speechless. She literally had no idea what to say, or how to say it. Her entire world had just been knocked askew.
"Li'l Davie...?" she thought to herself.
She finally realized that she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring in the direction that Sara Young had departed. Camille turned and walked very slowly back to the bookstore. David was out picking up supplies. She told the two part-time employees that she wasn't feeling well.
Camille walked to the back and climbed the stairs to their 2-bedroom apartment above the store.
She poured herself a glass of wine and sank into the couch.
"Fuck..." she finally said aloud as her mind raced. She was thoroughly confused. She was angry, jealous, and, strangely, a little horny. But was she even allowed to have these feelings?
Her 20-something stepson was apparently having "some kind of relationship" with a woman who was at least 25 years older. Her David was screwing around with some "old, loud, chubby Black lady"...? How the fuck did this happen?
Camille had a second glass of wine. She laid back on the couch, unzipped the front of her khakis and slipped her hand inside to rub herself through her cotton panties -- she needed to take some of the edge off. She didn't reach an orgasm and fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was several hours later. The digital wall clock read 10:22.
She placed her empty wine glass in the sink and proceeded down the hall to see if David was in. His door was open and light poured out into the dark hallway. She could hear him on the phone.
"Probably talking to that fat-ass, hussy...!" Camille thought feeling her blood pressure rise.
She crept forward and looked in. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth to stifle her reaction.
David was completely naked and sitting on one of the bar stools from the kitchen. He was using the video app on his phone, which was propped on a chair in front of him. Although she couldn't see the person on the other end, Camille was certain he was speaking with Sara Young.
"Yes, Miss Sara..." David says, confirming her suspicion. He looked directly at his phone and slowly stroked his cock -- he was fully erect. His hands were coated with baby oil. The bottle was on the floor next to him.
"That's good, Sweetie..." Sara Young said through the phone. "Just like I showed you...now play with your nipples..."
David did as she instructed, and pinched and rubbed his nipples until they were oiled and hard. He continued to slowly stroke himself.
"Feels good, don't it, baby...?" Sara continued. "Strokin' an' playin' with yourself...gettin' it all hard and slick..."
David only moaned and bit his lower lip. He felt himself getting close but knew not to reach his climax until he was given permission to.
"Almost there..." Sara said. "Just a little longer..."
David nodded and continued.
Still in the hallway, Camille could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Without even thinking about it, her right hand sank into the front of her pants which were still unzipped from before. This time going into her panties, two fingers immediately started drawing circles around her clit. She instantly found "the spot" and the rhythm.
She deeply wanted to walk into the room.
"I saw your stepmom today..." Sara suddenly announced. "She wanted to know if I knew you...so I told her...a little bit of everything..."
David moaned louder, stroking and breathing harder.
"Oooh, you like that...?" Sara continued. "You like thinkin' about your stepmom while you strokin' your dick?"
Camille felt an intense rush. She had a "mini-orgasm" and continued playing with herself.
"You like thinkin' about...Camille...and strokin' your dick...and rubbin' your nipples..." Sara could tell that he was ready to cum. So was she, also rubbing her clit in her bedroom.
