Competitive Mother
Copyright© 2025 by Axad Artin
Chapter 3
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Monday morning after Dad left to go to work, Ellie and I sat down next to each other on the couch. She said, “I didn’t want to believe you. I’m happy being married to your father. All my dreams are based on being his stay-at-home wife. But too many times you told me something that contradicted what your father had told me, and you were proved right. So last Monday I went to work and visited people. I stopped by the VP of Sales and asked if anything big was going on. He said no, that some things were in the pipeline but nothing big right now.”
“Dad may not be having an affair.” I didn’t want to defend Dad, but I wanted to not hurt Ellie. “He could be taking his contact at the customer to a strip club or something. Or playing poker.”
Ellie sighed. “Possibly. But why not tell me about those? I wouldn’t care if he played poker. I’d understand if he took a customer to a strip club.”
“It’s a mystery.”
“I asked your dad that evening about the sales proposal. He told me a bunch of vague stuff about it. It was to a big company they were secretly wooing. He didn’t want word to get out that they were in negotiations.”
“Sounds plausible.”
“The VP of Sales wouldn’t trust the owner’s wife with information about the proposal? That sounds a little too secret.”
“Dad could have sworn him to silence, and he wanted to play it safe.”
We didn’t say anything for a while. Then Ellie said, “St. Louis isn’t the only city.” It was more a statement than a question.
I hated being the bearer of bad news. I hated hurting Ellie. She deserved a lot better. But now that she wanted to hear the truth... “Yes. Maybe. Mom said he cut way back on travel after he started seeing you. Maybe he stopped?”
Ellie said grimly, “Or now that he’s married, maybe he started again.”
“He’d be stupid to do so.” I knew Ellie wanted facts, not my opinion. “Let me remember. There’s also Atlanta. No, he stopped playing around in Atlanta. Chicago.” I thought for a second. “That’s all I remember.”
“Okay. Thanks. He’s told me several times that he’d be too busy to call me the next day, but I never kept track of what city he was going to be too busy in.”
I asked, “So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Ellie got up and started pacing. “Let me tell you my options as I see them. Number one is I could divorce your dad. It sounds crazy...” She sat back down. “Let me tell you about myself.”
“Okay.”
“I’m the fifth of seven kids. Many people have criticized my parents for having so many kids, but it was what my parents wanted to do, and I loved growing up in a big family. So, I’ve always wanted a big family too. And I wanted to start it right after I got married, just like my parents did.”
“My dad doesn’t like kids.”
Ellie raised a finger. “I’ll get back to that. I never met a guy in college who I wanted to date and who also wanted a big family. It had been my dream that I’d get married when I graduated from college, and we would start a family shortly thereafter, just like my parents did. But that didn’t happen.”
“Okay.”
“I started working at your dad’s company. The first time I met your dad, I was blown away. He was so handsome and smart. He had a great way of explaining complex issues in a way that everyone could understand. And his word was as good as gold. I quickly became smitten with him. I began looking for excuses to talk to him. I’d deliver him papers from our department. I tried to time my arrival at work so I could walk in with your dad. And then he started dropping by and talking to me whenever he was in our department. I started working late, and then going up to his office before I went home to see if he was there. Those late-night conversations then happened more often and lasted longer and longer.”
I asked, “So, it was a mutual thing.”
“It was. If anything, I was the aggressor. And then your dad started talking about how he was unhappy at home, how he had drifted apart from your mom, how she didn’t understand his life because she had never worked. I knew what he was hinting at. It was like a negotiation. I brought up that I wanted a big family and was looking to marry someone who could support such a family. Your dad wasn’t thrilled about that idea, but it didn’t seem like a deal breaker to him.”
“A negotiation?”
“Yes. I know it sounds unromantic, but I wasn’t looking for an affair. If I did anything with your dad, it was to be the first step to your dad divorcing your mom and marrying me. It was like, ‘I know you want me. Do you want me that much?’”
“And I guess he did.”
Ellie nodded. “He did. He was going to go on a business trip, and I suggested I go along. He agreed. It was a trip where we flew out after work to spend the next morning at the customer. When we got to the hotel, we got separate rooms. I intended not to use mine. We went to your dad’s room first, and I spent the night there.” Ellie stood up and started pacing. “I thought your dad was the perfect man for me. I fell madly in love with him. Six months later, he moved in with me.” Ellie stopped and turned towards me. “It’s ironic. Your dad was dropping hints that I’d be raising the kids by myself, so I convinced him to have you stay here half-time so I could use you to teach him how to get back in the habit of being a dad.”
“And he’s been much more of a dad to me this summer than when he was married to Mom.”
“But that success has led to me learning truths that have my marriage teetering on the edge.”
I asked the question that had been bothering me since I heard Ellie cry. “Should I not have told you? I thought at the time I was doing you a favor. But now, I’m not sure. Wouldn’t it have been better to give you some years of a happy marriage? Ignorance is bliss.” I shook my head. “I’ve Googled up a lot of articles on the subject, and they are all like, ‘Someone should tell her, but don’t be the one.’”
“I ... I don’t know. It would have been nice to have had a few years of blissful ignorance. But it would have been devastating to have found out by him leaving me for the St. Louis woman after we had children.”
“If she exists.”
“If she exists.”
Ellie plopped back down on the couch and said, “I can tell you, I sure hated you for a couple of days. And if you’re lying to me now, I’ll hate you forever.”
“I haven’t lied to you.” Then I remembered something. “I take that back. I lied to you once. Do you remember when I told you Mom was very affectionate? That was a lie. Mom is affectionate, but not very affectionate.”
Ellie gave me a confused look. “Then why did you tell me she was?”
I shrugged. “I had just been dumped by my girlfriend, and I hoped if I told you that lie, I’d get lots of hugs and kisses from an attractive woman.”
Ellie laughed and then hugged me. “I’ll happily forgive you that lie.” She kissed me on the cheek. And then she frowned. “I wish your dad had done something that minor, and I could forgive him just as easily.”
“What are you going to do?”
Ellie stood up and started pacing. “Let me say what I think are my options. Number one is I divorce your dad. He’s told me enough lies that my trust in him is badly damaged. But that seems extreme as I don’t know if he’s cheated on me, and he’s otherwise the perfect husband. And we’ve only been married three months.”
“Would you get a lot of money if you divorced him?”
“No. I signed a prenup. I’d get nothing.”
“Bummer.”
Ellie smiled at my sympathy before continuing. “Option number two is to confront your dad with all the information you’ve given me. I’m not sure what good that would do. He’d probably pooh-pooh everything you’ve told me. And if I do, your dad might not pay for your college and might not give you summer jobs. I don’t want to risk hurting you.”
“Thanks!”
“Option number three is to confront your dad with what I know. Which isn’t a whole lot. Again, I don’t know if that would accomplish anything.”
Ellie paced a bit before saying, “Option number four is to assume he’s not cheating on me, but to keep my eyes out for evidence he is.”
“That sounds like a good choice.”
Ellie stopped suddenly and looked at me. “I thought of something. Come on.” She ran to the kitchen and picked up a piece of paper. “Your Dad is going to be in Chicago Thursday night.”
“So, if what Mom told me is true, he’ll tell you Wednesday night he’ll be too busy the next day for an evening call.” I had a thought. “Could you hire a private detective to follow him?”
“No. I don’t have the money to do so. Well, I could charge the expense on my credit card, but then your dad would immediately see it. He pays all the bills. That would be awkward to explain.” Ellie set the paper down. “I hope your mom is wrong.”
I hugged Ellie. “I hope so too.”
Ellie was tense all Wednesday. When we were making dinner, I had an idea. “How about this, Ellie - If Dad says he’s going to be busy tomorrow, we go to the art museum exhibition you wanted to go to?”
“You said you didn’t want to go.”
“If Dad says he’s going to be busy tomorrow, what you want will matter far more than what I want. I’ll do anything you want to try to make up for my dad’s misbehavior.”
A couple of tears ran down Ellie’s face. “Thanks, Jacob,” she said in a voice choked with emotion. “That means a lot to me.”
I left after dinner and went to Best Buy, where I goofed around for a couple of hours. I didn’t want to be at home when Dad called Ellie. When I got home, the tears on Ellie’s face told me the bad news.
Ellie said through sobs, “He’s going to be too busy reviewing budgets tomorrow night to call me.”
I hugged Ellie and held her tightly while she bawled. “I’m sorry, Ellie. I’m sorry.” I said that over and over. I didn’t know what else to say.
Thursday after lunch, Ellie asked me, “What are the nicest clothes you have here?”
“I’ve only got shorts and T-shirts.”
She gave me the smile that she always gave me when she was about to tell me something new to do. “You aren’t going to the art museum like that. Let’s go shopping.”
Off we went to the mall. Ellie bought me black shoes, gray slacks, a black button-down-the-front shirt with gray pinstripes, and a thin red tie. Ellie said, “My, what a handsome young man you are.”
I smiled bashfully. “Thanks, Ellie.” I looked in the mirror and had to admit she was right.
That night, Ellie wore a white blouse, a knee-length gray wool skirt, and black high heels. Her long blond hair was fuller than normal and perfectly framed Ellie’s pretty face. She was wearing red lipstick, which made her lips look very kissable. Her lashes were longer and fuller. She looked stunning. I said, “You look like dynamite, Ellie. You’re such a gorgeous woman.”
Ellie smiled and said, “Thanks.” Whereas I had been embarrassed to be told I was a handsome young man, Ellie knew she was a gorgeous woman.
“Your jewelry really suits you.” Ellie was wearing two gold earrings that had a green gemstone dangling beneath them and a necklace with a matching green gemstone pendant. The green of the gemstones matched the green of her eyes.
“Thanks. Your dad likes to buy me jewelry, and I love wearing it.” I wondered if instead of having a lot of lingerie like Mom, Ellie had a lot of jewelry.
When we entered the garage, Ellie gave me the key to her Lexus. “You’re driving tonight.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
I headed towards the driver’s door. When I heard Ellie stop walking, I turned back towards her. She gave me a disappointed look before saying, “The man should open the door for the woman.”
“Oops. Sorry.” I ran over to the passenger door and held it open for her. Once she was seated inside, I closed the door. I guessed Ellie wanted me to treat her like we were on a date, even if we weren’t.
As I backed the Lexus out, Ellie asked, “Have you ever been to a Brazilian steakhouse?”
“No.”
“You’ll enjoy it. Lots and lots of meat.” She gave me the directions.
When we parked, Ellie said, “You’re paying,” as she handed me a wad of cash. I got out of the car, put the cash in my pocket, and went around to open Ellie’s door. As we walked to the front door, Ellie said, “I want you to pull out my chair for me when we walk to the table, okay?”
I knew it was a demand, not a request. “Okay.”
I did the chair thing at the table. There wasn’t much of a menu, so after Ellie ordered red wine and I ordered water, it was time to go to the salad bar. Ellie coughed meaningfully, so I got up and pulled out her chair for her.
At the salad bar, Ellie said, “If you want to skip the greens and just eat meat, that’s fine.”
Once we were seated again, the wait staff started bringing us huge skewers of meat. They gave me a piece off each skewer. If Ellie thought the meat looked interesting, she’d ask me to cut her a small piece and put it on her plate.
I loved the Brazilian steakhouse. They had twelve different types of meat, and I had some of each. All were delicious. I ate and ate and ate while Ellie watched me with amusement as she drank wine. Finally, I said, “If I take another bite, I think I’ll explode.”
“Okay. Let’s go then.”
I walked slowly to the car, feeling like one of the balloons at Macy’s parade. “That was marvelous, Ellie. They better have one of those up in heaven.”
Ellie laughed and said, “I wanted to go someplace you’d enjoy before you took me to someplace I’d enjoy.”
I drove us to the museum. They had a special exhibition of impressionist paintings. Ellie said, “I took two semesters of Art History in college, and impressionism is my favorite style of painting.”
We wandered around the special exhibit and then the rest of the museum for two hours. Ellie explained a lot of the paintings, which made them much more interesting to me. It made me happy to see Ellie enjoying herself.
When we got home, I opened Ellie’s car door and said, “Thanks for the evening. I had a good time.”
Ellie hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks. It was a wonderful date.”
We walked into the house. I was on an emotional buzz, so I didn’t feel like saying anything. Ellie didn’t say anything until we got to my bedroom. “Jacob, I want to talk to you some more. Go ahead and change into shorts, and I’ll be back in a minute.”
I changed and then there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
Ellie, to my surprise, was in the same clothes she had worn to the museum. She said, “Thanks again for the wonderful evening,” and kissed me.
“I had a good time too.”
Ellie stayed very close to me. “The one thing that ruined an otherwise perfect evening for me was the knowledge that your father was probably cheating on me with some woman the whole time we were out.”
“Don’t think about it, Ellie.”
“I can’t help thinking about it. And I want revenge.” Ellie reached out and grabbed my cock through my shorts. “Would you like to fuck me, Jacob?” My cock sprung to life. “Even if I’m your stepmom?” Ellie stroked my cock a few times and it was completely hard. “Would you please help me get revenge on your cheating father?”
“I ... uh...” I struggled for the right words before saying what I suddenly realized was the truth. “Hell yes, I’d love to fuck you, Ellie. You’re gorgeous and sexy and a lot of fun to be with.”
I moved to kiss her hard on the lips, but Ellie put her left hand up between us while she reached inside my shorts with her right. She said, “This is going to be a revenge fuck, not a romantic one. No kissing; no foreplay. I’m staying clothed. You’re going to fuck me until you come, and then we’re done. We’ll never mention this, and we’ll never do anything like this again. Understood?”
“Understood.”
Ellie kissed me. “Thanks.” She grabbed a T-shirt out of my hamper, kicked off her shoes, and lay down on the bed. She flipped her skirt up, revealing her pussy. Her crotch hair was also blond and trimmed short. She put the shirt under her butt and over her skirt. She opened a small bottle that had been in her left hand the whole time. “Lubricant.” She squirted some into her hand and then applied it to her pussy. She closed the bottle, wiped her hand on the shirt, and said, “Come fuck me, Jacob.”
I climbed on the bed and moved between her legs. I stopped to admire her beauty. I found even the limited view of her body very hot. “Ellie—”
“No small talk. Just fuck me.”
I moved closer. Ellie reached out, grabbed my cock, and guided it forward. She asked, “Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
“Good. Don’t worry about my pleasure or lasting.”
My cock was inside Ellie. I pushed forward an inch. She said, “Go slow. You need to push the lubricant all the way down.”
I stopped and pulled back. I pushed forward only a little further. Ellie watched me the whole time with her emerald eyes. Her blond hair was splayed out behind her, creating almost a halo. She was beautiful and sexy, and I was fucking her. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
I slowly increased how far I pushed in. This was my first fuck without a condom, and fucking without a condom felt so much better than fucking with one. Ellie’s pussy gripped me tightly, giving me an immense amount of pleasure. And yet it was slick, and the feeling of sliding in and out was awesome too. I realized that God had designed the female sex organ to be incredibly pleasurable to fuck. Deeper and deeper I went, and each thrust was more enjoyable than the last. Fucking Ellie was far more enjoyable than Mom’s hand jobs.
Finally, I shoved my cock all the way inside Ellie. I asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You can fuck me faster now.”
I increased the speed of my thrusts. Ellie looked straight up. The only noise she made was little pants as she breathed through her mouth. She didn’t stroke my arms or chest like the girl I had fucked. I felt like she was enjoying me fucking her, but she didn’t want to show that she was enjoying me fucking her. I hoped she enjoyed me fucking her as I was loving it.
I was fucking Ellie hard now. My bed creaked slightly every time I thrust into my stepmother. Our bodies made a small slapping sound every time I slammed into her. Ellie started saying “Ah!” in a high-pitched voice every time she pushed her crotch up to meet my thrust. And then I felt her press her feet onto my back, pulling me harder into her. She continued to act aloof, but occasionally she’d look at me and give me a hint of a smile before resuming looking straight up. Every stroke filled me with pleasure.
Then I could feel my orgasm was on the way. I groaned loudly, shuddered, and then spewed cum deep inside of Ellie. Ellie finally looked at me and smiled happily. She watched me as I continued to spurt inside of her.
When I was done coming, I said, “That was wonderful, Ellie.”
“Hush.” Ellie pushed on my chest. I pulled my cock out of her and moved to her side. She grabbed my shirt and brought it up to her pussy. I moved so she could get off my bed. She stood up, still holding the shirt to her crotch. She bent forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks, Jacob, for a wonderful evening.” And she left.
The next morning after breakfast, Ellie and I were sitting on the couch. She asked, “You okay about last night?”
“Yes. You were very clear about everything, and I can understand why you wanted to do what you wanted to do. But would you mind if I asked one question about last night?”
“One question? Go ahead.”
“I came in you. I know you’re trying for a baby with Dad. Could I have gotten you pregnant?”
Ellie gave me the smile teachers give when a student asks a good question. “My period just ended, so it’s too early in my cycle to get me pregnant.”
“Okay. Good. I feel better knowing that.”
Ellie said almost pleadingly, “I so hope I get pregnant this cycle.”
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