Competitive Mother
Copyright© 2025 by Axad Artin
Chapter 6
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
When I walked into the living room at my dad’s house, he and Ellie stood up. Dad put his arm around Ellie and said, “Jacob, I’ve got some great news to share with you.” I tried my best to look like I had no idea what the news was. Dad seemed oddly formal, like he was too full of emotion to act normally. “Ellie is pregnant.”
“Congratulations!” I said as I walked over to Dad and strongly shook his hand. I then gave Ellie a big hug. “That’s wonderful. I know you’re really looking forward to being a mom. I’m so happy for you.”
The evening had a weird vibe. Dad was both proud and seemed in a ‘what have I gotten myself into’ daze. I was hugely happy. I was going to be a father. But I wouldn’t have the responsibility of being a father. I wouldn’t be around enough to be even a doting big (step) brother.
Ellie was both happy and worried. The first time Dad went to the bathroom leaving her and me alone, she said in a fierce whisper, “He’s the father. Not a hint otherwise.”
I whispered back, “Understood.”
She relaxed some after that. I did my best to act like I had at the start of the summer. I knew it was vital for Dad to suspect nothing of the last week I had been there.
The next day, Monday, I was eating breakfast when Ellie sat down at the table with me. “Good morning, Jacob,” she said with an awkwardness to her voice.
“Good morning, Ellie,” I said warmly. “Listen - don’t worry about me. I’m not going to do anything stupid. I want you and Dad to be happy, and I’m not going to do anything else to screw that up.”
Ellie looked relieved.
“I’ve thought a lot about how I want our relationship to be.” It was surprising to me how much I had thought about it. “My first thought was that we should act like we did at the start of the summer, but I don’t think you want me whining about how you always want me to help clean.” Ellie gave me a small smile. “So I’ll do half the household chores, but otherwise do my best to act like an eighteen-year-old hanging out at his Dad’s house for the week.”
“I’d appreciate that, Jacob.”
Ellie’s warm reply filled me with happiness. “What did your Mom say when you told her that you were pregnant?”
Ellie frowned. “She was happy for me, but not as happy as I had wished. My being pregnant didn’t make her forgive me for marrying your father. When I’ve got some ultrasound baby pics to show her, I’ll call her. I don’t think she wants to hear from me until then.”
This deeply disappointed me. “I’m sorry, Ellie.”
Ellie sighed. “It’ll work out.” She didn’t sound confident that it would.
To change topics, I said, “Let me finish breakfast, and then I’ll get after the cleaning.” I resumed eating my cereal. “Go have a great workout at the gym.”
So I was a good stepson that week: “good” in that I treated my stepmom well and “good” in that I didn’t do anything inappropriate with my stepmom. Dad made it easier to not do anything inappropriate by not staying anywhere overnight that week. The closest he came to that was not getting home until eleven one night. I did my best to spend my afternoons with friends. At the same time, I didn’t avoid Ellie or shut her out. Talking with Ellie didn’t feel the same after a week of being her boyfriend, but I felt like both of us were committed to making our new relationship work.
Thursday night, Ellie made steaks with a peppercorn sauce. I had coached her the best I could on how to prepare it based on what I had seen Mom do. They weren’t as good as Mom’s, but close. Dad praised Ellie effusively after dinner. It was the best family evening of the summer.
Dad turned to me and said, “Jacob, let me tell you the key to success in business.” Dad had more wine than usual and was slightly drunk. “It’s finding a champion, someone who backs you to the hilt.”
Ellie said, “You’ll be his champion.”
“No, no, no,” Dad said as he slowly turned to face Ellie. “I can’t be his champion.” He waved his glass. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ll do everything I can to give him a leg up, but I can’t be his champion.” He turned back to me. “A champion is someone you have to find on your own. When I started the business, it was quite a struggle until I found a champion.” Dad looked at Ellie. “Jim Rogers at RCL.”
“He’s in St. Louis?”
Dad nodded and turned back to me. “He believed in me. He fought to give us a big contract. I busted my butt and everyone else’s butts to make sure we exceeded expectations for Jim. And we did.” Dad nodded his head a few times approvingly. “Since then, Jim has always been my go-to reference. When someone isn’t sure that I can deliver, I have them talk to Jim. Jim always convinces them. If Jim ever calls, I drop everything to make sure he’s happy. That’s the thing with having a champion - it’s a two-way street. You always have to make them glad that they’re your champion.” Dad turned to Ellie. “Have I ever told you about the time Jim called me while I was on vacation at Disneyworld?”
As Dad told Ellie his boring story, I thought about champions. Dad’s first champion had been my mom’s dad, who had been so impressed with Dad that he had talked his daughter into going to the company picnic to meet him. And Dad had rewarded that loyalty by knocking up his daughter, keeping her from going to Yale.
When I got home Sunday, I told Mom everything I did at Dad’s. “Very good, Jacob. You did the right thing.”
I did some yard work and then pulled my car into the backyard to wash. Mom didn’t come out to help. After I took my shower, I had hoped Mom would be in the master bedroom waiting to take her shower. But she was in the living room.
“I didn’t get that dirty today, so I don’t need a shower.”
Mom stayed in the living room, watching a show about some rich English family. I tried to watch it with her, but I couldn’t understand what everyone was talking about. “Tell me what’s going on, Mom.”
“It’s the fourth season. There’s too much to tell. You can look it up online.”
I watched the show a little longer, decided it sucked, and went to my room.
Around nine, I told Mom, “I’m going to bed.”
“Good night. Sweet dreams.”
She resumed watching the stupid show. I had the sinking feeling that there’d be no mother-son quality time tonight.
“Mom ... are you pregnant?”
Mom paused the show and then gave me an angry look. She said coolly, “If I was, it would be my business and not yours.” She resumed the show. “Good night.”
There was no mother-son quality time that night or any other night. She was back to where she was at the start of the summer.
Sunday as I drove to Dad’s, I couldn’t help feeling glum. Two weeks of awesome sex followed by nothing. I had expected no sex with Ellie, but I was disappointed that Mom had cut me off.
Once again, I asked myself “What the hell did I really want?” Yes, I wanted to fuck Ellie and Mom for the rest of the summer. But I couldn’t make them want to fuck me the rest of the summer, and I wasn’t going to fuck them unless they did.
I felt like each woman had loved their week with me as a lover. Had I misread them? Had all they wanted was a week of sex to get pregnant?
What had I really been expecting? As Mom had pointed out, I was far from being able to be The Man of the House. Other than a hard cock, what did I have to offer them?
I shook my head as I suddenly had the feeling I was being too hard on myself. I offered a lot to Ellie. I couldn’t replace Dad as the provider, as the person whose success Ellie could share in. But I was a good complement to Dad, providing Ellie with the affection she craved. I felt she had wanted the affection more than she had wanted the sex.
Mom, on the other hand, had been all about the sex, and she had loved it. Which is why her cutting me off had been such a surprise. Yes, a mother and son shouldn’t have sex. But we had. And we had done so in a way that kept our parent-child relationship intact. Having crossed that line, why not keep crossing the line? It’s not like things would return to normal if we stopped having sex.
Then I had a thought - Did Mom want me to seduce Ellie? Every time I had gotten more intimate with Ellie, Mom had tut-tutted and said it was wrong, but then had rewarded me with sex. Mom had brought up how I must be enjoying cuckolding my dad. Did she enjoy it far more than me? And she wanted me to resume doing it?
In ways that was crazy. But Mom had given me the information I needed to undermine Dad and Ellie’s happy marriage. Had she given it to me with the hope that I would do that?
I shook it off. I wasn’t going to seduce Ellie. Too risky. I cared enough about Ellie and our baby to not try resuming our affair, as much as I thought we’d both enjoy it.
Would Mom resume Mommy Time if I did resume my affair with Ellie? I had a gut feeling she would. Man, that made it so tempting. I’d love to spend the rest of the summer fucking Mom and Ellie.
I sighed. What I really wanted was for Mom and Ellie to be happy. Which meant no more sex for me for the summer.
Sunday night, Dad told me about his week. Not once did he mention Ellie’s pregnancy. I felt awkward about it after a while.
Monday morning, I came into the kitchen shortly after Dad had left for work. I asked Ellie, “How are things going?”
“Good,” she said with no warmth in her voice.
“Pregnancy going well?”
“Going great,” Ellie said with a hint of sarcasm.
I made myself breakfast. I felt like I was facing an emotional minefield. I wanted to have a conversation that Ellie would enjoy, but I wasn’t sure how to get past the frustrations she was feeling.
I set my food down on the table. Ellie was still sitting there, but she didn’t say anything. After a few bites, I asked, “I know there are playgroups and such where moms get together. Is there an expecting-mothers group you can join?”
“No.” Ellie sighed lightly. “I wish. There are two women at the gym who are also pregnant, Kat and Julie. We’ve talked about forming a playgroup when our kids are old enough to play. But I don’t know of any expectant-mothers group. Why do you ask?”
“I ... I’m very happy that you’re pregnant, Ellie. But I feel like I’m the only person in your life who is.”
Ellie looked away from me. “I’ve talked with two of my older sisters. I thought they’d be excited about my being pregnant. But I had the feeling that Mom had told them to keep their distance from me. I had a short, polite conversation with each of them.” She sighed and looked back at me. “So it feels to me that you’re the only family member who’s very happy I’m pregnant.” Ellie reached out and squeezed my hand. “But that’s okay. This is the path I chose. I knew your dad wasn’t very interested in being a father. I think I can convince him to enjoy fatherhood somewhat once the baby arrives. I’ll keep reaching out to my family, and I think I can win them all back. And I’ll have a great time in a play group with Kat and Julie once our kids are old enough.” She let go of my hand. “I’m disappointed with how things have turned out so far, but everything will turn out okay.”
“I’m sure it will,” I said with no confidence that it would.
Ellie told me some more about Kat and Julie as I ate breakfast. When I was done, I stood up and put my dishes in the dishwasher. Ellie had walked with me, so she was standing close to me when I straightened up. I couldn’t resist - I pulled her into a hug. I meant to do it to show some support. But soon we were both hugging each other fiercely. All the wonderful feelings I had had for Ellie during the week I was her boyfriend swelled up inside of me. I cared so much for her.
Ellie stepped back from the hug. She looked down in embarrassment. “Everything will turn out okay.” She turned and walked away.
I wanted Ellie and Mom to be happy. Ellie was unhappy. There was nothing I could do as Ellie’s stepson to make her happy. But if I were Ellie’s boyfriend again, I could make her happy. And then I’d probably resume having sex with Mom, making her happy.
I knew I shouldn’t do it. But ... but ... but. I decided to do it. I decided to show Ellie how great it’d be to have me as her boyfriend again. She could say no, and I’d accept that. But I’d do my best to convince her to say yes. And I quickly came up with a plan for how to convince her.
When Ellie came back from the gym, I started cleaning in the living room. As I expected, she joined me. As we cleaned, we talked. I guided us around the living room, eventually coming to the couch and the coffee table in front of it. I asked, “What’s this?” as I pointed to a book on the coffee table.
“What to Expect When You’re Expecting. It’s a book about what it’s like to be pregnant.”
“Really?” I flopped down on the couch and picked it up. I started turning pages. I tried my best to act like I had never seen it before. The reality was that I had spent a lot of the time Ellie had been at the gym reading it. “What’s special about this book?”
Ellie sat down next to me and took the book out of my hands. “It tells you what to expect during each month of your pregnancy in a very straightforward manner.” She went to a page where the corner had been turned down. “This is where I am, the second month.”
“Let’s read it together.”
She gave me a disbelieving look. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m serious. I’m very interested in your pregnancy. I’m so looking forward to the day I become ... a big stepbrother.”
Ellie arched her eyebrows. I knew I was steering close to forbidden waters. Then she turned back to the book. “The chapters are very long.”
“Probably full of a lot of interesting information. Let’s read it.” Again, Ellie gave me a disbelieving look. I added, “And instead of reading this chapter, let’s read the chapter about the first month. We can read this tomorrow.”
Ellie gave me a long look and then turned back in the book to the first page of the prior chapter. She read, “Congratulations, and welcome to your pregnancy!” I had picked that chapter for just that line. “Though you almost certainly don’t look pregnant this early on—”
“You don’t look pregnant to me.”
Ellie looked at me. “I won’t start showing until after you leave for college.” I nodded my head. She resumed reading, “you may be starting to feel it.”
“Have you started to feel it?”
“I’ve had morning sickness. I threw up this morning.”
“Yuck. Sorry to hear it.”
Ellie resumed reading. “Maybe it’s just tender breasts or a little fatigue you’re experiencing.”
“Feeling any fatigue yet?”
“No, not yet.”
We slowly read through the chapter like that, Ellie reading the text and me asking questions about how it applied to her. Gradually, Ellie grew more and more excited as she read. When she got to the drawings of the baby, she squirmed as we discussed it. Ellie was wearing a pink T-shirt and white shorts. Very simple, but she looked great in them as always. As we made our way through the chapter, Ellie’s squirming happened more often. Was she finding the reading sexually exciting? Or was her squirming due to nervous energy from reading something that made her happy? I couldn’t tell.
When she finished the chapter, she closed the book and set it on the table. Her skin was flushed. I grabbed her hand and said, “Let’s go check out the nursery.”
I held Ellie’s hand as we half-ran up the stairs to the nursery. The room was currently a storage room, with various odds and ends scattered throughout. In one corner was a crib—the crib Ellie’s older sister had used until her last child had outgrown it.
I led us a few steps into the room. I stepped behind Ellie and with my right hand panned the space in front of us. “What color are we going to paint the walls?” My left arm was lightly wrapped around Ellie’s left side with my hand on the front of her shorts.
“I wasn’t going to have them painted until after the reveal party, and then I was going to have them painted light blue or pink.”
Ellie made no move to slip out of my arm. I said, “No. That won’t do. I’m going to paint this nursery. We’re going to decorate it together. I want to know what the baby’s room will look like before I leave.” Our baby’s room.
The summer when Mom and I moved into Grandma’s house, Mom had me repaint almost the entire house because it had a lot of tobacco stains. I had been very unhappy about it at the time. But having done that, I was confident about tackling painting this one room.
Ellie said, “I hadn’t—”
Again, I panned the space in front of us with my right hand. “What images do you want on the walls? What do you want the baby to see every day?”
“Winnie the Pooh.” Ellie said it like she hadn’t realized she had wanted that until this moment. “I want the room to be a Winnie the Pooh room.”
“So I should paint the walls what color? A light orange?”
“Yes.” Ellie nodded several times. “A light orange. That would be perfect.”
I was certain Dad had never discussed anything about the nursery with Ellie. I felt like this discussion was really cutting to her core, that the nursery was something immensely important to her and she hated that her husband had no interest in it. But I did.
I moved closer to Ellie, pressing my body against her. I held her more tightly with my arm and slowly turned her so that we were facing the crib. “Is that where the crib will be?”
“Yes.”
The crib was a dingy white. “I should repaint it. What color do you want it to be?”
Ellie stood there for a few moments; her body pressed firmly against mine. “I don’t know. Let me do some research.”
“Okay. Let’s discuss furniture. What else will be in here?”
“A rocking chair, for when I nurse the baby.” Ellie pointed to the far corner of the room. “Over there.”
I grabbed Ellie’s hand, pulled her over to where she had pointed, and then turned her to face the rest of the room. “This is where you’ll be spending most of your time. Now close your eyes and picture how you think the room should look.”
I was hugging Ellie lightly now, with my hands right below her tits. I could feel the excitement in her body and hear it in how she breathed. This was what she wanted - someone to share in the joy of her becoming a mom.
“I want pictures of Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, and Eeyore on the walls. Some on every wall.”
“I can’t paint those. We’ll have to get like giant stickers or hire an artist.”
Ellie continued leaning back into me. “The changing table should be by the door. There should be a dresser, probably over there.”