Bi-Sexual Female / 32
Sleeping My Way Through Probate Court
I never met my dad. He died at the age of 72 when I was three years old and I have no memory of him. My parents separated when I was about a year old and mom wanted a divorce and my father didn't being Catholic. But then he died and in our state, the wife gets everything. Mom later told me that she almost missed out as the pre nup said she would only get one house worth about a million and alimony in the amount of $10k a month. Yes that's a lot for most people but Mom isn't most people.
Mom inherited about sixty times what she would have gotten in a divorce.
That wasn't enough for Mom. a year after my father dies she had a whirlwind romance with a man three times her age who was far wealthier than my father had been. This guy was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, was a foreigner and even had a title of nobility and a coat of arms and a castle and everything. Basically he was three levels down from a prince. His great grandfather lost all their money and sold the family castle to pay bills but this guy started his own business, mad a fortune and bought back the family castle, had it restored then added a few hundred acres to the estate just for extra credit. he also owned an Island in the south pacific and a yacht to drive back and forth in. Oh and an airplane and a helicopter.
I think Mom made cash register sounds when she met him. My step dad was a really nice guy who knew Mom married him for his money but didn't care. He got to spend the rest of his life fucking a hot woman with the looks of a supermodel. Mom didn't care that he occasionally slept around because she was in love with his money not him. He had a nice trophy wife to show off to everyone, a status symbol in his circle. Mom got to inherit everything when he died and he adopted me to boot so if she went first, unlikely then I get everything as he has no other kids or siblings and his parents are long dead. he has a couple of distant cousins he hasn't seen in years. So he was the only Dad I knew until he died when i was 12.
Mom was in mourning for about a year (for show) and then met a cute young stud who turned out to be very wealthy and had cancer, Mom's favorite combination. Mom was pushing forty by then and the young stud in question was a really hot looking 23 year old guy who had a billion dollar trust fund that would go to his widow if he married. He married, mom.
So I was 14 by then and he had a year to live though we didn't know it at the time. Mom knew he had cancer when they met but everyone thought he had a few years as it wasn't supposed to be fast progressing and supposedly it was normally easy to treat but it was stubborn and my 2nd adopted Dad died when I was 15. This left Mom officially a billionaire and she has since added a zero to that number through very wise investments.
When I was 16 I had a really cute 15 year old boyfriend who Mom had the hots for. I had a sleepover with him (Mom didn't object and for some reason neither did his parents, must have been all our loot lol). I woke up in the middle of the night to find the other half of my bed empty. so I searched my wing's upper two floors and he was no where to be found. Then I took a hike down to my mother's wing and heard noises coming from her suite and that takes a lot since the place was huge and practically sound proof. They didn't even bother closing the door. I stood there and rubbed one out while watching my 15 year old boyfriend fucking my 40 something mother and as he did he looked up at me and smiled as he discovered he had my tacit approval since I was masturbating instead of yelling at him. I had to admit, watching him fuck my mom was hot! If I didn't have an aversion to i****t I'd have dove in tongue first to see what it was like to have a vagina on one side of my tongue and a penis on the other both at the same time. But I digress.
So my boyfriend and I sort of kind of half ass broke up. I was disappointed with myself that I didn't feel that jealous. We all agreed that mom and I would both fuck him regularly taking turns. I would watch them fuck and then the next night Mom would watch us fuck. But then I found a hotter boyfriend in his thirties though I never figured out if he was hot because of all those yummy muscles or if he was hot because of his $150 million dollars or maybe it was the Bugatti. No matter. A few months later Mom and I both got married in a double ceremony. Mom married her 16 year old fiancé and I married at 16 (a month before turning 17) to my gorgeous AND (even better) wealthy boyfriend. Oh and in case you are wondering, in that state at that time 16 was the minimum age for marriage with parent's approval. Mom eagerly approved of my marriage and her fiancé's parents, blinded by her BILLION$ of dollars, eagerly approved of his marriage to my Mom.
Mom is still married to her young stud. He's 32 now and she's going to be 60 next month. Mom insisted the move to a state where her will overrides the law that states that the widower gets everything. So when she dies, he gets about ten million in a trust fund and two of her seven homes along with the Bugatti since he loves sports cars and she doesn't care much about them and besides it's almost 20 years old now though it only has about 12,000 miles on it. The rest goes to me but mom is very healthy and so it will probably be 20-30 years before I get all that loot.
Meanwhile my first husband died in a boating accident five years into our marriage. His family was more upset that I got the money than that their family member had died.
As for me, I really loved him. Not at first so much but he was really a nice guy and I hadn't really intended to divorce him like my mom kept suggesting. I still miss him. He was the only man I ever really was in love with though I'm only 32 so who knows what will happen. Honestly, since I will inherit mom's fortune anyways and I already had a trust fund to provide for me, his fortune was just frosting on the cake. Honestly, with a longer romance I'd have fallen in love with him anyways and married him if he was dirt poor. And today, if the option was available, I'd trade all my assets in AND my income to bring him back to life.
My second husband, I married just for money and with Mom's advice. Being wealthy I go to a lot of parties where other wealthy and often celebrities hang out. This guy wasn't a celebrity but he was wealthy, quietly wealthy. Jack lived in a modest 3 bedroom house in a very nice but not necessarily affluent part of town. He was born with a diamond encrusted 24k spoon from Tiffany's in his mouth. He was the great, great, great grandson of a famous 19th century American robber baron whose name you probably heard of, his ancestor not Jack, who has a different last name.
Jack was a nerd who was into two things, writing history text books for Ivy league universities and collecting postage stamps the likes of which most millionaires could not afford to buy. He once handed me one of his prized stamps and I looked at the little old piece of paper with someone's portrait on it and he then told me that little piece of paper was worth more than 1000 times it's weight in gold. I almost shit myself when he told me that. I mean it wasn't the idea of having something that valuable in my hands that stunned me. I had earrings worth more than that. It was the fact that it was a tiny old little scrap of paper that was worth that much. If I had seen it lying around I'd just as soon flush it down the toilet as keep it. But then I don't collect stamps.
His super valuable stamp collection was the only thing in his house that hinted at his wealth. he drove a $60,000 Mercedes that was 7 years old and had a hundred thousand miles on it when we met. I mean sure most people would kill for one even that age but Jack could afford to collect Rolls Royce's and Lamborghini's if he wanted to.
Jack filled his time spent away from his stamps teaching advanced history classes to wealthy Ivy league students who had no idea that he often had more money than his entire class's families put together. He didn't care. He had a money management company manage his wealth so he put no effort at all to growing it himself.
Jack was actually pretty nice. Not much to look at but not bad for 81 when I married him. I was 23 at the time. I hadn't jumped back into romance right away when my first husband died.
I was not in love with jack. I was in love with Jack's $750 million. But I did like him. I liked a lot but in the way a young girl liked her favorite uncle or a grandfather. Jack died of prostate cancer a year into our marriage. I thought jack would have made provisions in his will for charities and his favorite causes but I got every cent.
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Mom inherited about sixty times what she would have gotten in a divorce.
That wasn't enough for Mom. a year after my father dies she had a whirlwind romance with a man three times her age who was far wealthier than my father had been. This guy was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, was a foreigner and even had a title of nobility and a coat of arms and a castle and everything. Basically he was three levels down from a prince. His great grandfather lost all their money and sold the family castle to pay bills but this guy started his own business, mad a fortune and bought back the family castle, had it restored then added a few hundred acres to the estate just for extra credit. he also owned an Island in the south pacific and a yacht to drive back and forth in. Oh and an airplane and a helicopter.
I think Mom made cash register sounds when she met him. My step dad was a really nice guy who knew Mom married him for his money but didn't care. He got to spend the rest of his life fucking a hot woman with the looks of a supermodel. Mom didn't care that he occasionally slept around because she was in love with his money not him. He had a nice trophy wife to show off to everyone, a status symbol in his circle. Mom got to inherit everything when he died and he adopted me to boot so if she went first, unlikely then I get everything as he has no other kids or siblings and his parents are long dead. he has a couple of distant cousins he hasn't seen in years. So he was the only Dad I knew until he died when i was 12.
Mom was in mourning for about a year (for show) and then met a cute young stud who turned out to be very wealthy and had cancer, Mom's favorite combination. Mom was pushing forty by then and the young stud in question was a really hot looking 23 year old guy who had a billion dollar trust fund that would go to his widow if he married. He married, mom.
So I was 14 by then and he had a year to live though we didn't know it at the time. Mom knew he had cancer when they met but everyone thought he had a few years as it wasn't supposed to be fast progressing and supposedly it was normally easy to treat but it was stubborn and my 2nd adopted Dad died when I was 15. This left Mom officially a billionaire and she has since added a zero to that number through very wise investments.
When I was 16 I had a really cute 15 year old boyfriend who Mom had the hots for. I had a sleepover with him (Mom didn't object and for some reason neither did his parents, must have been all our loot lol). I woke up in the middle of the night to find the other half of my bed empty. so I searched my wing's upper two floors and he was no where to be found. Then I took a hike down to my mother's wing and heard noises coming from her suite and that takes a lot since the place was huge and practically sound proof. They didn't even bother closing the door. I stood there and rubbed one out while watching my 15 year old boyfriend fucking my 40 something mother and as he did he looked up at me and smiled as he discovered he had my tacit approval since I was masturbating instead of yelling at him. I had to admit, watching him fuck my mom was hot! If I didn't have an aversion to i****t I'd have dove in tongue first to see what it was like to have a vagina on one side of my tongue and a penis on the other both at the same time. But I digress.
So my boyfriend and I sort of kind of half ass broke up. I was disappointed with myself that I didn't feel that jealous. We all agreed that mom and I would both fuck him regularly taking turns. I would watch them fuck and then the next night Mom would watch us fuck. But then I found a hotter boyfriend in his thirties though I never figured out if he was hot because of all those yummy muscles or if he was hot because of his $150 million dollars or maybe it was the Bugatti. No matter. A few months later Mom and I both got married in a double ceremony. Mom married her 16 year old fiancé and I married at 16 (a month before turning 17) to my gorgeous AND (even better) wealthy boyfriend. Oh and in case you are wondering, in that state at that time 16 was the minimum age for marriage with parent's approval. Mom eagerly approved of my marriage and her fiancé's parents, blinded by her BILLION$ of dollars, eagerly approved of his marriage to my Mom.
Mom is still married to her young stud. He's 32 now and she's going to be 60 next month. Mom insisted the move to a state where her will overrides the law that states that the widower gets everything. So when she dies, he gets about ten million in a trust fund and two of her seven homes along with the Bugatti since he loves sports cars and she doesn't care much about them and besides it's almost 20 years old now though it only has about 12,000 miles on it. The rest goes to me but mom is very healthy and so it will probably be 20-30 years before I get all that loot.
Meanwhile my first husband died in a boating accident five years into our marriage. His family was more upset that I got the money than that their family member had died.
As for me, I really loved him. Not at first so much but he was really a nice guy and I hadn't really intended to divorce him like my mom kept suggesting. I still miss him. He was the only man I ever really was in love with though I'm only 32 so who knows what will happen. Honestly, since I will inherit mom's fortune anyways and I already had a trust fund to provide for me, his fortune was just frosting on the cake. Honestly, with a longer romance I'd have fallen in love with him anyways and married him if he was dirt poor. And today, if the option was available, I'd trade all my assets in AND my income to bring him back to life.
My second husband, I married just for money and with Mom's advice. Being wealthy I go to a lot of parties where other wealthy and often celebrities hang out. This guy wasn't a celebrity but he was wealthy, quietly wealthy. Jack lived in a modest 3 bedroom house in a very nice but not necessarily affluent part of town. He was born with a diamond encrusted 24k spoon from Tiffany's in his mouth. He was the great, great, great grandson of a famous 19th century American robber baron whose name you probably heard of, his ancestor not Jack, who has a different last name.
Jack was a nerd who was into two things, writing history text books for Ivy league universities and collecting postage stamps the likes of which most millionaires could not afford to buy. He once handed me one of his prized stamps and I looked at the little old piece of paper with someone's portrait on it and he then told me that little piece of paper was worth more than 1000 times it's weight in gold. I almost shit myself when he told me that. I mean it wasn't the idea of having something that valuable in my hands that stunned me. I had earrings worth more than that. It was the fact that it was a tiny old little scrap of paper that was worth that much. If I had seen it lying around I'd just as soon flush it down the toilet as keep it. But then I don't collect stamps.
His super valuable stamp collection was the only thing in his house that hinted at his wealth. he drove a $60,000 Mercedes that was 7 years old and had a hundred thousand miles on it when we met. I mean sure most people would kill for one even that age but Jack could afford to collect Rolls Royce's and Lamborghini's if he wanted to.
Jack filled his time spent away from his stamps teaching advanced history classes to wealthy Ivy league students who had no idea that he often had more money than his entire class's families put together. He didn't care. He had a money management company manage his wealth so he put no effort at all to growing it himself.
Jack was actually pretty nice. Not much to look at but not bad for 81 when I married him. I was 23 at the time. I hadn't jumped back into romance right away when my first husband died.
I was not in love with jack. I was in love with Jack's $750 million. But I did like him. I liked a lot but in the way a young girl liked her favorite uncle or a grandfather. Jack died of prostate cancer a year into our marriage. I thought jack would have made provisions in his will for charities and his favorite causes but I got every cent.
cont.
