Cameron, my Mom's New Boyfriend

I woke up. It was Saturday morning. Today was my Mom’s birthday. Cameron and I had agreed to make her a luxurious breakfast in bed. It was 7 AM and we had had a lot to drink last night. I got up. The living room was empty. I decided to see if I could wake up Cameron.

I opened the bedroom door slowly and thank God they were actually sleeping and not doing anything else. My Mom was laying on her back with her covers pulled up tight. Closer to the door was Cameron, half on his side, half on his stomach, with one arm around my Mom. Because she had stolen all the covers, he was not fully covered. All of his back and butt were out. He was naked. His butt was beautifully round in this position, to an extent that it seemed unnatural. It was the third time in three days that I had seen Cameron naked, but each time my heart started beating faster.

He looked so peaceful, but I decided to shake his shoulder to see if I could wake him up. His heavy breathing suddenly stopped as he inhaled sharply.

“Hmm?”

I whispered, “breakfast”.

“Huh?”

He turned around my way and looked at me.

“Oh. Right.”

He held on to me to get up and as he took away the rest of the covers, it was clear he had morning wood. It was a gorgeous 7’’ erection that I would have loved to wrap my lips around. He got up and was still using me for balance. His cock stuck out in front of him and grazed my thigh as we stood. He pushed me to walk and I left the bedroom. He grabbed a robe off the hook on the door and slipped it on. It was exactly the white robe I had seen in my dreams the day before. Odd.

He apologized for not getting up earlier.

“When I can sleep late, I sleep really late. And after the alcohol, I forgot to set an alarm. Sorry, man. But thanks for waking me up.”

After one coffee Cameron was awake and alert and we prepared the large breakfast as quietly as we could. We woke up Jodi and Miguel to help as well. We balanced a pile of pancakes on a plate, a big box of donuts was delivered and they didn’t knock the door as requested. We made French toast and mimosas. And by 7.30 we had prepared a lovely breakfast. We went into the bedroom and she was sitting up in bed.

“I heard you mess around and didn’t want to spoil the surprise”, she said. But then she saw what we had made as we carried it in.

“Happy birthday!!”

“I can’t eat all of this here!”, she said. She was impressed and so thankful.

Cameron had prepared a fun day at Dixie Landin’, a theme park only a 10 minute drive away. I remember it opening, I must have been about 15 at the time. I’ve gone once with my friends at the time but don’t really remember the experience. I was surprised how game my Mom was to go on rides. She held on dearly to Cameron’s arm as she went, but she did go. Because I was basically the fifth wheel, I sat next to a stranger for most of the rides, but because my Mom was afraid to go on most of the rollercoasters, I sat next to both Jodi and Cameron on a few occasions.

Right next door to Dixie Landin’ was a water park, and because it was such a great day (84 degrees, 29 Celsius) I was kind of wishing we would also go there. To see Cam in his swimming trunks… Maybe losing his shorts on one of the rides… And then as we were queuing, he brought it up himself.

“I thought about going to the water park next door, but then I should have let you know to bring swimwear and I forgot, sorry”.

“It’s such a nice day”, I replied, “I would have just gone wearing my regular clothes”.

He smiled.

“Next time we are definitely going”, he concluded.

By the end of the day, I was quite tired, but Cameron had made reservations at Mom’s favorite restaurant, Juban’s. So after a quick stop at the house to change, we crammed into one car to go to dinner. The alcohol flowed freely, the food was amazing, and Cameron had paid for all of us before we could even suggest anything else. It was so good to be with family and for a second I regretted having an early flight home the next morning.

Once outside, I realized just how drunk Cameron was. My Mom and I had been drinking wine, Miguel and Cameron had knocked back quite a few beers. But Cameron seemed a bit worse for wear as he seemed unstable walking to the car. As previously agreed, Jodi was sober and drove us home. Cameron insisted Mom got the front passenger seat, as “it’s her day!”. This meant that the three men were crammed in the back. Cameron sat in the middle and rested his hands on Miguel’s and my thigh.

“This was a great day, you guys! I love you all!”

“I think this is what they call ‘white boy wasted’”, Jodi said from the driver’s seat.

We all laughed.

Miguel and I helped Cameron to his bedroom, but once there he seemed fine undressing by himself. Miguel speedily left the room and Mom even said, “he’s fine”. I then also had to leave the room, because there was no obvious reason for me to stay. I gave my Mom a big hug and said, “I hope you had a good birthday.”

“It was the absolute best”, she said. “So glad you were here.”

“I am too. My flight is early tomorrow.”

“Wake me up before you leave, please.”

“I will.”

I smiled as she kissed me on the mouth. Typical Mom.

By this time I turned around and Cameron was lying on top of the sheets, just wearing black briefs that were pulled down halfway his butt cheeks. He lay face down, ass up, and I could hear his snoring.

Mom laughed, and whispered, “Go!”

I left the room, said good night and goodbye to Jodi and Miguel, saying I didn’t want to wake them tomorrow, and went to bed.

About an hour later, hearing Cameron’s snoring through the wall for most of that time, I was starting to fall asleep. But then suddenly, my door swung open. I saw a silhouette coming in, turning and closing the door. By the profile of his body, I could tell it was Cameron. And that he was naked with a semi-erect cock. He wobbled toward the bed that I was in, clearly still intoxicated, and lifted up the sheets.

“Cam?”, I whispered. There was no response.

He seemed to be completely unaware that I was in the room. It was likely my Mom had kicked him out of the bed for snoring, but in his stupor he may have forgotten I was here. So his big body fell into the small single bed, as I was forced to make room. My body was now crammed against the wall, and his was crammed against mine. We were both on our sides, facing each other.

“Oh”, he whispered, “Hey”, as he put an arm around me and pulled me in tight. Our faces, chests, and knees were now touching. I noticed I was getting an erection, whereas I could tell Cameron’s body was falling asleep. A soft snoring soon started, which got louder the deeper asleep he fell.

I had to admit, it felt really nice to be cuddled by someone. It had been a while that I had felt this type of closeness. Despite Cam’s loud snoring, the warmth and comfort of a man’s arms around me, also had me drifting off.

When I woke up a few hours later it was still dark out. I had rolled onto my back and Cam’s head was resting on my chest. His right hand was on my other pec. He was still holding on to me tight and snoring lightly, but clearly in a deep sleep. His hips were slowly thrusting against my thigh, which is what must have woken me up. It was like he was having a sexy dream. I quickly checked the illuminated alarm clock. It said 2:12. I didn’t have to get up yet. I carefully reached my hand down and grabbed his rock hard cock. The thrusts now slowed down a little as I was thinking he might wake up. The hand that was on my chest started squeezing and then moved around my upper body, caressing me.

My hand was still on his cock as the thrusting stopped and I heard him whisper, “I love you”, and he kissed my chest without moving his head. I let go of his cock and moved my hand away. His hand found a new resting spot on my abs and he soon drifted off again as the snoring started again. I may have crossed a line there, I thought. I was too scared to wake him up to move on my side, away from him. If he woke up, he almost definitely would have apologized, gotten up and sleep on the sofa. And I wanted the closeness, the cuddling. But I knew I couldn’t engage in anything sexual.

I must have drifted off again, because I woke up to my cock being stroked.

“Hey, handsome”, Cam whispered. His hand was inside my underwear, that I had never taken off. This was not a mistake.

He kissed me on the mouth.

“This is wrong”, I whispered.

“Your massive dick disagrees”, he said. His speech was slurred. He was drunk, still. I checked the alarm clock. It was 3:23.

“Can I sit on it?”, he asked. The tone of his voice went up dramatically at the end of the sentence, something he hadn’t done before when sober. He seemed like a different person. Still sexy as hell though.

Cameron didn’t wait for my answer as he kicked the sheets off of both of us, pulled my dick out from my underwear, straddled me and was just squatting down on my cock like it was nothing. His cock pointed straight up to the ceiling and was hard as a rock.

“Ohhhhh yeah”, he exclaimed in a very high-pitched tone.

“Ssshhh”, I silently shushed him. “You’ll wake people up!”, I whispered.

“But your cock is so biiiig”, he moaned.

I automatically stroked his gorgeous cock as I was thinking I should stop this. I realized my mind was not agreeing to this, but the rest of my body most certainly was. It had been a while for me as I realized that I was already close to cumming. I wanted to push him off, but I realized it was too late.

“I’m gonna shoot”, I announced.

“Cum in my hole!”, he said, which I did.

Just as I had finished my orgasm, he had his. Because of the curve of his dick he came on his own abs.

He stood up straight on the bed and flexed as I looked up at him.

“Yeah! That was hot!”, he announced.

Then he came down and lied next to me again, now both on our back. The sheets were still by the bottom of the bed as he was fully naked, and I still had my underwear around my thighs. Cam looked at me, then looked down at my body and caressed my chest and abs. He looked back at me again. His eyes started fluttering and soon he was out like a light once again.

I got up and showered, trying not to wake anyone up. I had been so stupid. I fucked my Mom’s new boyfriend. Bareback. I knew I was clean, but I had always against unsafe sex. But because he had seemed like such a dream of a man, I let him. When I came back in the room, Cam had taken up all the space on the bed and was lying spread eagle across it. The sheets still by the bottom of the bed so his body was fully exposed. His penis had shriveled back to about 4’’ and quietly rested between his thighs. His abs were covered in dried up cum. He was still a beautiful man to see, and I couldn’t deny that I had found our encounter quite hot, but I didn’t really know what to think at this point.

I ordered an Uber. I quietly went into my Mom’s room. She was sleeping peacefully. I put my hand on her shoulder and she woke up.

“Hey”, she whispered. I smiled.

“Thanks so much for coming. I had a great weekend.”

“So did I.”

I gave her a hug and told her to go back to sleep.

I waited outside for my Uber and went to the airport early. When I landed I had two texts.

Mom, 6:47 AM: I just found Cam in your bed in quite the state. I hope you got out of there, he can get a bit sexual when drunk. Hope you had a good flight? xx

Cameron, 9:05 AM: Hey man, can’t say I remember anything after we left the restaurant. Sorry if I stole your bed. Hangover not too bad so far. ;) Had a good time meeting you, hope to see you again soon.

THE END