I Married My Widowed Stepmom

Married My Widowed Stepmom

My bio mom died suddenly when I was ten. There were no other immediate family members, and I was sent to stay with a distant cousin off and on because my dad took time away from his business to go on motorcyle trips or off sailing for days or weeks at a time. He always needed to get away on some big adventure. I wanted to believe it was grief over mom. He wasn't interested in me, that's for sure.


When I was almost grown, he married Elizabeth, a woman way younger than him. I went to live with them full time. She was a gorgeous blonde, and far from the airheaded bimbo people took her to be. She was in real estate and already had a good career at age 26. Dad's business was doing ok, but when she took over managing his finances, his profits soared.


She couldn't change the kind of man he was though. It seemed like he was about as interested in her as he was in me. Here he had this beautiful, fit, super-intelligent young woman, and he acted like she was nothing but arm candy. Never made sense to me, because I fell in love with Elizabeth almost immediately. She could sense it too. She had a bubbly, carefree personality in front of that steel trap mind, and when she'd catch me staring at her, she'd giggle and shake her head. Sometimes I couldn't help staring at her cleavage or her legs when I talked to her. She'd lift my chin and say, "Up here sweetie, my eyes are up here." When I turned red she thought my embarrassment was cute.


She loved to flirt with me and get me to do menial favors for her. One day things finally came to a head (literally) when dad was away. I was in my room in a sullen, irritated mood for some reason. She knocked on my door and asked if I minded washing her car. I ignored her. I heard her walk away and after a few minutes, I heard a noise at my window. She must have thrown a pebble at it. When I went to the window, she was lying back on some beach blankets on the lawn, the length of her body perpendicular to my view. She turned her head toward my window and waved and smiled, then turned away. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She had on a one piece sling shot micro bikini underneath, and when she raised her arms and stretched and sighed, her tits looked like they were going to bust apart the narrrow strips of fabric covering her nipples. She unzipped her jeans and shuffled out of them, revealing those shapely thighs and calves that always hypnotized me. She ran a bare foot up and down the top of her other leg and looked again toward my window, certain I was looking. She pursed her lips and pointed a finger straight in front of her, which was the direction her car was parked.


I stumbled all over myself getting a bucket and sponge. I ran outside toward her car but she yelled, "Hey, get over here."


I ran to her and she said, "Strip down, you'll get your clothes wet if you don't." I hesitated and she said, "Go on, down to your briefs."


I stripped and there I was, standing before her in nothing but my tighty whities, tented way out with a big erection that I couldn't begin to hide. She grinned and mumbled, "Hmmm, I guess I've got you trained pretty well!"


I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she said, "That's a line from a movie, a TV movie I think." I asked what movie but she couldn't remember. To this day, I still don't know what movie she meant.


She spread her legs a little and I could see her bikini had only a tiny strip down there, and her pussy was wet and gaping so much that the strip was mostly in between her labia. I wanted to mount her, but as soon as I bent down she said no and pushed my head between her legs. I moved her bikini strip and kissed her pussy, listening to her as she told me how to take it slow and stay away from her clit until she told me when. All I'd ever done before this was kiss a girl, and now I was being taught to go down on a woman by my stepmom. I loved her musky scent and taste. I did exactly as she told me and finally she bucked her hips and kept them raised. I could feel her tense up into a major orgasm. When I lifted my head my face felt soaked. She said, "Christ, I needed that. Your dad hasn't touched me in weeks."


Then she said, "Ok, you helped me out, I'll help you in the same way." She pulled off my briefs and started kissing my balls and then worked her way up my shaft. I was trembling, and I couldn't help saying, "I love you, Beth" but she told me to hush. She really got into it, bobbing her head up and down, sucking her cheeks in, grazing her teeth very lightly on my cock, and doing something with her tongue that drove me insane. I couldn't take it and came in just a couple minutes. It felt like I came a gallon, but she swallowed it all as fast as it came out, completely smooth like it was cool water.


I just stared at her, looking dumb probably. She said, "Well, you know my car still needs washing, Mark." I put on my briefs and washed her car.


A similar scenario happened a couple more times, but she never let me have intercourse. I didn't press the point. I was happy just to get what I was getting from a woman I truly adored. While dad or others were around she played the exacting but fair young stepmom, and nobody suspected anything.


Later that summer, just before my freshman year of college was to start, my dad got killed in a motorcycle crash. Elizabeth and I were hurt and shocked, but neither of us cried. We were like zombies. After the funeral, we both came home and just sort of fell into each others arms. We started kissing and ended up fucking in a frenzy on the living room floor. I was glad to lose my virginity, and lose it to her, but it was really eerie and really beautiful at the same time. We moaned and groaned and tore at each other and when it was over, she was still in remnants of her black mourning dress and I was still in the top part of my suit. I said I loved her, and this time, finally, she said it back.


I never went to school. Elizabeth and I married the next year. She had always kept her maiden name because of her career, and I took her last name, as a tribute to her, and because she loved me more than my dad ever did. We have a seven year old daughter and a five year old son now. With Elizabeth's head for business, we decided I'd be a stay at home dad, and I don't regret it for a second. Beth is a wonderful, loving mother, and I'm seeing to it that our kids have the kind of father I never had. I know for a fact that there's no more important job than being a good, involved father.