Competitive Mother
Copyright© 2025 by Axad Artin
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Jacob lives with his mother after her divorce from his father. When his father remarries, Jacob's mother can't help but one-up his step-mother
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
Tuesday afternoon, Ellie and I were sitting on the couch together after we had finished a show on Netflix. She asked me, “What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing’s wrong.”
“You moped all day yesterday and today. What’s wrong?”
I sighed. “My girlfriend dumped me.”
“You hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend.”
“She was a secret girlfriend. Mom disapproved of her, so I kept that we were dating a secret. We did video calls every weekday. On Monday’s call, she dumped me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Ellie gave me a quick hug. “You’ll find a new one soon enough.”
“At college. Not until then. I don’t know any girls I’d ask out now and who’d want to start a relationship that would end so soon?” I shook my head. “And I can’t even tell my mom I’m bummed about breaking up with Brittney.”
Ellie sympathetically said, “If you want to tell me more, I’m all ears. I’ll be able to console you a lot better about this breakup than your mom.”
Ellie was acting superior to my mom again. Or was it jealousy? I decided to see if I could mess with Ellie. “Well, I don’t know. Yeah, I can talk to you about Brittney more than I can my mom, but if I told my mom I was having a rough time this summer, she’d give me lots of hugs and kisses. She’s a very affectionate woman.” Actually, Mom wasn’t much of a hugger. But she did give me pecks on the cheek regularly.
“Your dad said she wasn’t very affectionate.”
“She wasn’t to Dad. But that’s because Dad wasn’t interested in mushy stuff. He’s not at all affectionate with you now, and you just got married.” From the frown on Ellie’s face, I knew I had hit a sore point. “But Mom is always hugging friends. And she always gives me a kiss hello or goodbye.”
“Do you like getting hugs and kisses?” That sounded like a probe, a partially loaded question.
“Yeah. I like getting hugs a lot.” I was on a roll now. I wondered if Ellie would do something crazy if I told her Mom was VERY affectionate. “Like I said, she’s a very affectionate woman, and she’s gotten more affectionate since Dad left. When we watch TV, I put my arm over her shoulders. And when the show is over, we’ll sit like that and talk for a long time. She really makes me feel loved. And that’d be nice to have right now.”
I stood up. Ellie did too. I turned to go to my room, but I felt Ellie’s arms on me. She turned me around and pulled me into a hug. She was the tallest woman I had ever hugged, and I could feel her tits push into my chest as she held me tight.
Ellie said, “I’m a very affectionate person too. I’m happy to give you lots of hugs if that’ll make you feel better. I really like you, Jacob. I think you’re a great kid. If you’d like hugs and kisses while you get over your breakup, I’d be glad to do that.”
In some ways, it felt very wrong to be hugged like this by my stepmom. But it was nice being hugged by a very attractive woman. I wondered what else Ellie would be willing to do.
I said, “I’d like a little kiss.”
Ellie moved to kiss me on my cheek.
“Mom always gives me a quick kiss on the lips.”
Ellie stopped and looked dubious for a few moments. And then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She squeezed me and asked, “Feel better?”
“Yeah. Lots better.”
She released me and walked off to the kitchen. I slowly staggered to my bedroom in a hormonal-induced daze.
I quickly realized that I had created a monster. Ellie LOVED giving me hugs and kisses “to get me through this break-up”. To make things worse, Dad was traveling for business and was gone Tuesday and Wednesday night. We watched movies those nights with my arm over her shoulders. Every time I turned to say something to her in that position, I couldn’t help noticing her full chest. I didn’t know if Ellie didn’t realize what the steady stream of hugs and kisses would do to an eighteen-year-old male or if she didn’t care. She had me constantly battling the urge to squeeze that shapely ass while she was hugging me, to slip my tongue into her mouth while she was kissing me, and to feel those pert tits right after she kissed me.
Thursday morning while Ellie was at the gym, I watched porn videos. They were all crap. I so missed the video sex calls with Brittney. I so needed to relieve some sexual frustration. I was about to pull my hair out.
Then I thought - maybe talking with Mom would calm me down. It would definitely have to be a video call. I texted Mom Could we do a video call for a few minutes? She replied Give me a minute. I sat at my computer until I got the notice Mom was calling me. I connected and relaxed when I saw her face.
Mom asked, “What’s up, honey?”
“Ellie has been driving me nuts.”
“How so?”
“She’s been hugging me all the time and giving me kisses on the lips. She wants me to put my arm around her when we watch TV.”
Mom made a little shrug. “Tell her to stop.”
I opened my mouth. That was what I obviously should do. But I couldn’t tell her to stop after I had told her that was what I did with Mom all the time. I finally said, “I ... I kind of like it, except it gets me hot and bothered.”
“Your stepmom shouldn’t be doing anything that gets you hot and bothered. Do you need to come home now?”
I felt my frustration rising. “No. I don’t want to come home.” I didn’t want to have to explain to Dad and Ellie why I left early.
“Okay. So tell her to stop hugging and kissing you.”
“It’s just that...” I couldn’t tell Mom I was badly missing my video sex chats with Brittney. “I need to masturbate.”
Mom rolled her eyes. “You know how to do that. You do it almost every day. Do you have one of my silk panties?”
I grabbed the one that was on the desk and held it up in front of the webcam. “I do.”
“Then use it and your imagination.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why you called.” She acted like she was about to end the call.
“Stop, Mom.” I was so frustrated. If I didn’t jerk off, I felt like I was going to explode. I need some stimulus better than porn. Something like Brittney’s video calls.
And then I had it. “Show me your tits, Mom.”
“What?!”
“Show me your tits. Do you want me to masturbate thinking about your tits or Ellie’s?” Mom’s face lost its angry, incredulous look. “Her tits are driving me nuts. She has great tits, and she presses them into me every time we hug. I’m trying not to think about her tits, but I can’t. Show me your tits, Mom. Give me something else to think about.”
Mom stared at me like I was crazy for a few moments. I couldn’t believe what I had said to Mom. It had made sense at the time, but now it seemed incredibly stupid.
Then Mom put her arms in front of her and peeled her shirt off. She was wearing a peach cotton bra. Comfortable but not sexy. She reached behind her and undid the bra. She pulled the bra off and tossed it aside.
“There! Happy?” she asked angrily.
“Move a little back. I can only see the top of your tits.”
Mom moved back until all her tits came onto the screen.
“They’re beautiful, Mom. So big. I’ve never seen tits that big before. I—”
“Do it,” Mom said firmly.
I stroked my cock as I stared at my mom. “You’re so beautiful, Mom.” I hadn’t realized what an attractive woman she was until now. “I love your tits. They are amazing.” Her nipple and the skin around it were a dark brown, the perfect contrast to her white skin. The dark brown ring around her tit was really big, and I found that very sexy. Her tits had a little sag, but not a lot. I wanted to suck on them. I wanted to suck on them like I had when I was a baby. They looked like they’d feel so awesome in my mouth...
I came, spurting hard into Mom’s panties. It felt so great to come, to relieve the sexual frustration.
“Thanks, Mom. That was—”
“Never ask me to do that again. Never ... AGAIN.” Mom ended the call.
I felt bad as soon as the call ended. What the fuck had I done? What the fuck had I been doing? I had been lying to Mom and Ellie, taking advantage of their bad feelings towards each other. And for what? To get lots of hugs and kisses from Ellie? To see Mom’s tits? Is that what I wanted?
What I wanted was to make Mom happy and proud of me. I was far, far away from that. I wanted to get along well enough with Ellie so my visits would be enjoyable. And I wanted a girlfriend who’d show me her tits.
I texted Mom I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. Let’s talk Sunday. She texted back Okay.
When Ellie got back from the gym, she gave me a hug and a quick kiss. I said, “I’m feeling well enough that I don’t need so many hugs and kisses.”
“Okay.”
Problem solved! I was a fucking idiot.
That afternoon when Ellie and I watched a movie with my arm over her shoulder, it didn’t bother me. I had finally gained perspective. Ellie was my stepmom. She was happily married to my dad. She had absolutely no interest in me, so I should have absolutely no interest in her. Letting her naturally affectionate behavior rile me up was stupid as it would only lead to frustration. I should be using my creativity to come up with lines that would get girls my age to hug me and kiss me.
When I got home Sunday, I was glad to see Mom wasn’t totally pissed at me. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m an idiot. Let me tell you everything, and maybe you’ll understand why I did such a stupid thing. You’ll probably ground me when I’m done. I deserved to be grounded.”
I told Mom everything, from my asking Brittney out to my telling Ellie to cut back on the hugs and kisses. I told her all the details, graphically describing what had gone on between Brittney and me. When I was finished, I said, “Mom, you’re the most important person in the world to me.” I started crying. “The things I want most in the world are for you to be happy and for you to be proud of me. I totally screwed up. I won’t do anything like that again. I’ll always be honest with you from now on. Please forgive me.”
Tears were flowing down Mom’s face. She pulled me into a hug, and we both cried for a long time. When she pulled back, she said, “I forgive you. And I won’t ground you. You’re too old for me to ground. It’s almost time for you to go to college. It needs to be you that holds yourself accountable, not me. And I’m proud of the way you’ve come clean and have held yourself accountable.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I gave her a big hug. “You don’t know what that means to me.”
I spent most of the afternoon and evening doing chores. I insisted I do my laundry this time. Mom took my Ziploc of silk panties and said, “I’ll hand-wash these.” I spent most of the time cleaning my room. I had let a lot of junk accumulate, and most of it went in the trash. I wanted to leave a nice, tidy room when I went to college. I did a first cut of what I wanted to take to college with me and what I wanted to leave in my room.
Around nine, Mom came into my room. She had just taken a shower and was in a white bathrobe. She said, “That’s enough for tonight. Have you showered today?”
“No.”
“Go take a shower then.”
“Before I do, I want to ask your advice on something.” I sat down on the bed.
“What?” Mom asked as she sat down on the bed with me.
“What should I do about Ellie?”
“What do you mean?”
“I lied to her just to see how she’d respond. Should I tell her that I lied to her?”
“If you want her to stop hugging and kissing you, then you need to tell her the truth so you won’t hurt her feelings.”
I looked down at my hands. I suspected the next part was going to make her unhappy, but I had promised to always be honest with her. “That’s the thing. Once I got her to dial back how much she hugged and kissed me, I enjoyed it. She’s a very warm, affectionate person, and it made her happy to be affectionate with me. Dad mustn’t like being affectionate—”
“He doesn’t.”
“—as I rarely see them hug or kiss. And she doesn’t see too many other people. I like Ellie, and I like making her happy.”
Mom blew out a long breath. “You’re being honest with me, so I’ll be honest with you. You being affectionate with Ellie is upsetting to me. I’ve lost my husband to her, and I don’t want to lose my son.”
I rolled my eyes a little. “You’re not going to lose your son.”
“It sounds like you’re getting very close to Ellie. Do you spend a lot of time with her?”
I looked at my hands again. “I do, Mom.” I shrugged a little to hopefully downplay my last remark. “She has me clean with her regularly. We make lunch together. And we usually watch a movie together in the afternoon. And I help her make dinner.”
I looked at Mom, and she seemed very upset. “Look, Mom. If you’re jealous of me being affectionate with Ellie, I can do the same thing with you. I’d like to do the same thing with you. I’d like to give you lots of hugs and kisses. I’ve discovered I like being affectionate. And we can snuggle together on the couch when we watch TV.”
“Let me think about that.” She looked away for a moment. “It’s very nice of you to make that offer.”
I reached over and hugged Mom. “You’re the most important person in the world to me, Mom. You don’t have to fear ever losing me. I’ll always love you.” I gave her a squeeze and a peck on the cheek and then stood up. “Time to go take a shower.” I picked up the two silk panties that were on my desk. “Here. You can have these back.”
Mom smiled. “No, you keep them.” She smiled even bigger at the shocked look on my face. “I’m not using them; you enjoy using them, so you might as well keep them.”
After my shower, I went into my room and closed the door. I had just taken my towel off when there was a knock on the door. “I’m not dressed yet.”
“Get under the covers of your bed. I want to talk to you.”
I got into bed and pulled the covers over me. “Come in.”
Mom came in and sat down on the bed next to me. She was still wearing her robe, which was surprising as she normally would have put on a nightshirt by now. “Move over some more.”
I slid over so I was on the far edge of the bed. Mom brought her feet up and sat on the bed facing me. “I want to talk about your idea that we be more affectionate.”
“Okay.” I didn’t see why we had to have this discussion right this instance.
“I don’t think it’ll work. For one thing, it’s not me. I’m an affectionate person, but not wildly affectionate like it sounds Ellie is.”
I nodded. “I’d agree with that.”
Mom took a quick breath. “I feel like I’m competing with Ellie. And if I competed that way, it would be to her advantage because she’s more comfortable being very affectionate.”
Mom suddenly made a long reach towards my desk. While she did, she asked, “Were you being truthful on our last video call?”
I watched Mom grab one of her silk panties and resume her sitting position with it in her lap. I was confused. “What do you mean?”
“You said I was beautiful, that you loved my boobs, and you thought they were amazing.”
“I ... umm ... is this a trick question, Mom?”
Mom laughed a little. “No. It’s been a while since a man has complimented me. Now that we’re being honest with each other, I was wondering if you were being truthful on the call or if you were just buttering me up because I had shown you my boobs.”
I opened my mouth but couldn’t think of anything to say. This was not a conversation I had expected to have with Mom. But I eventually saw why she was asking it. She was going through a confidence crisis because of Ellie stealing her husband and then becoming close with her son. “You’re a beautiful woman, Mom. I’ve always thought of you as Mom, but on that call, I saw you for the first time as a woman. And I found you very attractive.”
Mom smiled a little and then asked, “And my tits?”
I was a little stunned she’d ask that.
Before I could answer, Mom stood up. She said, “You’ve seen them once, so I think it’s okay for you to see them again.” She pulled open her robe, revealing her big, beautiful tits. My jaw dropped. Mom was wearing only panties. A pair of red silk panties, matching the ones now on the bed. She shook her chest a bit to get the robe to slide down, and it eventually slid off her onto the floor. She got back on the bed and resumed sitting with the panties in her lap. “Do you love my tits and think they are amazing?”
I stared at Mom in disbelief. It was one thing to see Mom’s tits on a low-res video feed on a laptop. It was quite another thing to see them in person only a couple of feet away from me.
Mom fluffed out her shoulder-length hair as she watched me stare at her tits, giving me a great look at them. She brought her hands down and clutched the panties in her lap. “Be honest, son. Tell me what you think of them.”
“They’re beautiful, Mom. Amazing. I’ve seen the tits of three girls, and yours are far nicer.”
Mom smiled a coquettish smile. “Thank you, son. I appreciate your honesty.” Mom took the panties in her lap with her right hand and slipped them under my covers. “I decided while you were taking a shower that what would be better than me trying to be affectionate with you like Ellie is for us to have a frank talk every night. About girls.” I felt the panties slide over my cock. “You don’t have frank talks with Ellie like you do with me, do you?” I felt Mom grip my shaft with her silk panties.
“No, Mom.” I had no idea where this was going. This was crazy. But Mom had decided to do something special to win what she viewed as her competition with Ellie, and I was more than willing to go along.
“So, tell me a little more about Brittney. What was it about her that you liked so much?”
Mom was slowly stroking my cock with the silk panties. I watched as a bump would suddenly form in my blanket as she reached the top of my shaft, and then it just as quickly disappeared as she moved her hand back down.
I said, “That feels—”
“Hush! We’re having a frank discussion about girls. You’re going to tell me what you liked so much about Brittney that you decided to date her even though you knew I disapproved of her.”
Mom slowed the pace of stroking my shaft and gripped my cock loosely.
“Well, Mom, she’s pretty. And fun.”
Mom smiled indulgently. “I’d be surprised if you dated someone ugly and boring. What was special about her?”
“Well ... I don’t know ... She was sexy. ‘Saucy’ comes to mind, but I’m not sure that’s the right word.”
“You knew you could have sex with her.”
Mom used her left hand to pinch her left nipple. The nipple grew even bigger. She moved over to her other nipple and pinched it too. I watched as both her nipples stood proudly out on her chest.
Mom said, “Go on.”
It took me a bit to remember where I left off. “Yeah. I’m not saying she was easy. She’d only have sex with her boyfriend, and she wanted a long-term relationship.”
Mom ran her finger in a circle around her nipple. I watched mesmerized. She moved her finger over to the other tit and made a slow circle there.
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