Young Stepmother

1. DESTINY

My name is Destiny.   I am 28 years old with an 18-year-old stepson named Rob. We've been living alone ever since I found Rob's Dad in bed with a woman, his cock inside her.

He and the girl, I suppose, disappeared after that and were never seen again. Despite a months-long search, I ultimately divorced him following the required waiting period.

I was thoroughly in love with Rob since I first cared for him when I was only ten. I had deep maternal instincts for him like a mother bear has for her cub.   At that time, with me being 21 and Rob 11, I desired custody.

After Elon disappeared, and that was before I was 19, my parents got legal guardianship.   I was always the full-time Mommy and caretaker.   As soon as I reached 21, I had no problem getting a court order making me as legal guardian. I was still his stepmother.

I had married Elon in a whirlwind only 6 months after my 18th birthday. I have a fetish for older men and a crush on him for a long time.   He paid no attention to any of my flirting and was rarely around me, though I was aware of his stares of admiration.

Things changed quickly after I became legal. He was giving me maximum attention after I reached 18.   He tried to court me like most people that date, but I only wanted sex, and my only true love was the baby, so I wanted maximum time with Rob.   Our dates were just going to bed and fucking, which I loved.

My crush wore off quickly, and it was only his cock and cum I wanted.   I wanted to get fucked regularly, and for 3 months, I got what I wanted and was in hog heaven. He had the most beautiful, thick 8-inch cock.   It was the biggest I had had up to that time.   He was a great lover with great staying power and plenty of cum for me in his balls.

He fucked me every night at least twice and every morning. I was lucky to get fucked during the day and many days with a mouthful of his tasty cum. Pure bliss consumed me as I shared intense intimacy and pleasure with Elon.

This all changed after 3 months of diminishing time with Elon, I was humping him, begging for cock, to be fucked, to taste a mouthful of his cum. I now feel embarrassed and will never let another man do this to me ever again.

If I ever marry again, my new husband will have me evaluating how much cum his balls are giving me daily.   When I saw Elon balls deep in that woman, I was completely unprepared for such a graphic sight.

I was fortunate to end up with Rob because of horrible circumstances.   It could have been a whole lot harder.   His Mother, Elizabeta, died in child birth with him.   My parents, Alice and Roger, stepped in and assisted their best friend, Elon. Elon used them and was rarely around except after I became legal.   Then he was trying to get in my panties.

My Dad was willing to finance the care of Rob but had little interest in a young child.   My Mother, Alice, was never a warm person or one that liked kids.   She reluctantly took responsibility because there was no one else, and she had good morals.

The story of Elizabeta, Rob's birth mother is a sad one.

She had been sent to America earlier by family before they could come join her.   All of her family were killed in the Bosnian Srebrenica massacre, also known as the Srebrenica genocide, in July 1995 more than 8,000 people in and around the town of Srebrenica were annihilated during the Bosnian War.

Rob's Dad, Elon, parents were deceased, and he had no siblings.   He had some third cousins who were contacted.   None of them had any interest in caring for a young boy.

Rob was all mine but that is the way Rob and I had always felt.   I was the primary caretaker for Rob as far back as he could remember.   In aggregate time, it was me being his Mother much more than any other person.   In his many times of sickness, I was the only face he saw.

My Mother resented the new responsibility taking away from her free, fun time.   Therefore, she was quick to notice my obsession with the baby, though I was only ten.   At first, she thought it was a phase I was going through.   She then realized I was consumed in love, and she later saw that never changed over the next 18 years.

At ten I wanted to be with baby, Rob every minute.   I begged to be taught how to care for him.   My Mom gratefully gave up all the diaper changing, and from then on, rarely did anyone else change baby Rob.

I lost interest in most of my current entertainment.   The internet, shows, cable, music, and my few girlfriends all became secondary to the baby.   Most digital access I could still do with him.   I was thoroughly happy with Rob.

My Mom used my desires to her benefit.   All times she could let me get up in the middle of the night for the baby.   She only had to ensure I got my sleep for school.

Even at ten years old I was with Rob more hours than anyone else.

By the time I was 11 I had proven myself; so, my Mom brought me home full time. She home schooled me over the internet.   My Mom had cameras in Rob's room so was able to oversee my care of Rob at all times.

My Mom wanted me to still have as normal a life as possible so she arranged I would attend school extra curricular activities.   I did cheerleading and drama, which gave me access to kids my age.

I developed early in middle school with B-cup breasts and a tiny waist, so boys were always after me.   Mom parenting certain things were lax.   I was dating in seventh grade, and before that took off, she already had me on the pill.   She gave me a lecture on STD's and that was it.   

I had little interest in going out, so dates ended up just being boys coming to my house and going straight to my room.   It was an hour of sex, and then I was back with Rob.   I liked sex, so this is the way I planned dating all the way through middle and high school.   I had the luxury of date offers every week constantly because of those B-cup breasts in seventh grade.

Thinking back now, it seems strange. Mom never once went to my bedroom after I took a boy there.   I guess she trusted the birth control and did not care.   Most my seventh grade year I went steady with one boy.   His name was Ken.   He took my virginity, and afterwards, we would go straight to bed after entering my room.   We would do a lot of kissing, making out leading to oral sex and intercourse.   He had a small 4-inch dick but back then I never realized much about his size.   Even that seemed big compared to my little pussy and tiny pussy hole.  

I heard rumors going through the school about Ken cheating on me.   I tricked one of those girls into admitting she fucked him.   I broke up and dated several other boys before going steady with Ralph in 8th grade.

Years later, I asked my Mom about those times.   She said she only was watchful that I did not fall victim to an older adult man sexual predator.   She did not care I fucked boys my own age through school.

I was deeply hurt over Ken's betrayal and never ever trusted men again.   My Dad was the only exception.   I was his little girl, and he made me feel loved.   The only man that was genuine.   Even he wanted to fuck me.   

I never knew until the night of my 18th birthday when he came to my room.   He very slowly moved from touching and kissing to sex.   I allowed all of it because I did not care.   I just wanted his love and attention and let him molest me willingly.   Incest never bothered me and I was glad to please someone that truly loved me.

When I became legal Dad reminded me early on to go back on the pill.   Then, we both waited until the pill gave me protection. I fucked Dad until I left home and would never refuse him.   I was fucking Dad up until Elon first fucked me.

My Dad was my first thick, 6-inch cock I fucked in my pussy.   It was the best up until that time, and I was enamored with it.   After Ken broke my heart, I never again let any boy fuck me vaginally until Dad and Elon.

I discovered very early, I loved being played with anally.   I tried it out and got used to it.   I was able to have great, strong orgasms fucking in that hole.   I wanted my pussy to be special and to only give it to a man I was sure loved me, and I could trust.

I went off the pill up until I had sex with Dad and Elon. Since them I have not been on it.   I like to stay natural in all things.   I run and work out so excessively I rarely have periods.   

So the thing with boys through most of my sexual life was that, I only let them fuck me in the ass.   They all preferred my pussy but no boy refused a chance to fuck me in my ass. I like anal sex because it seems less personal; and so, I get less emotional about it. I can still cum that way and not have to worry about getting pregnant. I still prefer to be fucked most often in my pussy; but, I can make that sacrifice.

Over time I realized what was most important thing about boys.   Unlike other girls my age I cared little how cute a guys' face, how muscular, how big, or tall he was.   All I cared about was how nice to me and how good looking, long and thick his dick was.   I would only date a boy once if he came short in any of those areas. For those that I did let fuck me, it was always in the ass.   Only a man that has proven my trust in him deserves to fuck my cunt.

Like I said, I only go steady with males with big dicks.   Size matters even for my little pussy.   I have seen porn star foot-long dicks and those do not turn me on.   My ideal cock would be a very thick 9-inch dick.   I would be in hog heaven to have a good-looking dick like that on my lover.

Though I am very picky with men, I am very kind to dates.   I figure if they like me well enough to ask me out and spend some money on me they deserve some sex.   Besides my other qualifications I also predicate a guy scoring with me by how he kisses and how patient he is to slowly seduce me.   I love seduction and long foreplay.   So, I put a premium on kissing and gradually building up my excitement with gradually increased petting.

At the very least, I will allow a date to feel my boobs over my top and bra.   I generally jack off every guy I date to orgasm.   The ones that treat me real well get a good blow job and to cum in my mouth.   I love the taste of all-male cum, so I always taste and swallow.   If a man fulfills these needs I will let him fuck my ass regularly.

I briefly started dating again after Elon cheated on me and disappeared again.   I was frustrated that I did not find much of any of the things important to me.   Most of all, I never saw a dick like Elon had.   I stopped dating mostly because Rob was very unhappy when I dated and sometimes would throw a fit.   So though, I would like some cock Rob always comes first.   I can do without cock if I have to, and I have done so.   I am not sure why Rob was so much against me dating.   It of course was not sexual.   He was just a child.   I think it was emotional.   He just wanted to be the only one in my heart.

It was similar to my Mom.   My Mom and I have always been jealous of each other.   Since puberty, I have always been jealous that Dad fucks Mom.   I had no sexual relationship with my Dad until after I became legal but I get very bitchy around her after I have them fuck.   My room is right next to them, and with thin walls, I hear everything.   The bed posts slamming into the walls and the springs squeaking makes me angry.   As a child, it was not sexual because I never once thought of Dad with me sexually.   I guess if not sexual, it was just me wanting to be the top female he loved.

I cannot help the things My Mom hates about me, but that does not change her feelings.   I had an extremely pretty face all through elementary school and after.   I have always had the prettiest face every year in school.   Mom has an attractive face but it is no where as pretty as mine and she hates that about me.

He got worse after puberty.   My Mom has B-cup breasts, and when I grew B-cup breasts in seventh grade, she hated me sometimes.   As I grew into an extraordinary body, her jealousy only grew.

I am not positive, but I sense my Mom knew right away Dad started fucking me every night.   He was gone long hours so I think she had to know and our bedrooms were so close.   She got even more icy with me after that.   He continued to fuck her regularly, but I am sure she did not want to share.   She loved him and could not live without him, so she really had no choice if she wanted to keep him.

My Dad never purposely touched or fondled me around her, but he did so often when her back was turned.   Sex with Dad stopped when I married Elon.   That is only because of convenience rather than design.   He has never tried to get back in my panties since I left home, but I would never deny him if he tried.   With Dad, it will always be about love.   He truly loves me, which is unlike any man I have ever dated. His love is sincere and genuine.   Therefore my Dad can have as much pussy from me as he wants.

My life is not odd just because I am a stepmother of a child ten years younger than me.   I am very different than other girls and my lack of friendships is neither normal or desired.   I have lived life as a freak.   It is both me being extremely blessed and cursed.   It is hard to say in a few words, but I will do so and then elaborate.   I am extremely good looking by just about all males and even most women will admit my appearance is extraordinary.

It started in my earliest years of childhood.   My face is extremely pretty, ultra feminine with sharp contours.   Many people have compared me to the Vivien Leigh of Gone with the Wind.   They all say the same thing.   I look most similar to her, but I am much more pretty.

I have had tremendous power because the beauty of my face.   I am too popular with the opposite sex.   I am always chosen first.. My Mother signed me up for beauty contests beginning in grade school much before puberty. I could sense I had a lot of power.   Aging has not made me more normal.   At age 28, I pretty much have the same face I did from middle school.

Things only got more extreme after puberty.   I was blessed or cursed enough. You would think the law of averages would give me an average body.   No, I developed to the extreme into a gorgeous, voluptuous body that is uncommonly rare and extreme.

I have big breasts but they are very perky which is an unheard of combination because of simple gravity.   My breasts thus far defy gravity.   They are very soft, but the base is hard, which I guess is the reason I have zero sag.   My breasts jut out far from my chest, very high, which makes them very prominent and noticeable.   They are not breasts that easily go flat like most women when I lie on my back.   They are more like upside-down cones that jut out sort of to a pointed dimension.   

To fully cover my breasts, I would need at least a DD bra, but I will mostly wear C bras, which gives  me a ton of cleavage.   I work in the entertainment industry so I have even found a B cup that would show the ultimate amount of cleavage.   My breasts are way too prominent and are impossible to hide.   Even in the most demure tops, everywhere can see I have big breasts with no sag.   In a tight sweater, men cannot take their eyes off my bustline.

My blessing or curse does not end there.   My hips and ass are extremely toned, and my ass has an abnormal lift to it. My ass is wide and a bit bigger than normal for my figure. So my ass is very pronounced and hard to hide.

My boobs and ass give men erections even with full clothes on.   My boobs easily bounce so that aids in getting men's attention.   Combine this with a very small waist line, and you have an extreme body type that excites men greatly.

All of this is not deserved.   I cannot help it.   I make all of this even more extreme because of my insane fitness obsession.   I have the body fat of an Olympic performer because I run 3-8 miles a day plus do not have an idle moment.   I am constantly doing exercises.   I do work on many muscle groups, including my pectoral.   If I were a girl with a normal lifestyle and exercise routine, my boobs and butt would be much bigger.   I also am extreme in what I eat.   I do not eat processed food nor sugar.

Through high school and after, I have never come in second in any beauty contest.   My downside is I have only natural beauty.   I have zero talent.   I cannot sing, play a musical instrument, or do any skits for a beauty contest.   Even though my Mom has always shown jealousy of my beauty she is the sole reason I do beauty contests.   My Mom loves to brag on me to all family and friends that will listen.   Beauty contests I do not care for. They require lot of waiting and are boring. I do not like being judged above other girls while they watch. The only bright side of beauty contests is that it gives my Mom and I our only activity we can share together.

She set me up with corporate sponsors, but the further up the scale you go, the more you need some talent.   I quit short of trying for a Mississippi State contest because I have zero talent.   The sponsors and Mom insisted I would win anyway on the strength of the bikini part alone, but I was just too tired of it.   Beauty contests are so shallow.   I hate the over attention I get from men over my beauty and sexuality, because I felt I was being a hypocrite participating.

It is ironic my Mom would push me to run in beauty contests, but at home was always accusing me of showing off. She accused me of wearing underwire or pushup bras.   None of which I never owned.   The uplift she was jealous of was all natural.   I was not showing off.

Men come too easy for me so I rarely have ever flirted.   Only with Elon did I flirt.   He and his wife, Elizabeta, were best friends of my parents, Roger and Alice. Elon was my first older man crush. I was jailbait then.   He knew it, and I did too.   He ignored me and stayed away from me during much of that time.

The next thing you must know is what I do for a living.   I am ashamed and hide it from Rob, my parents, and just about everyone.   I do not sell my body in a real life physical manner and would never fuck for money.   I do sell my beauty and sex appeal online.

I am an online cam girl.   It started out I could barely pay the bills. A few years later I am wealthy.   It is a type of income that will be short-lived.   As soon as my age increases too much and my body starts to become more normal, I will eventually lose my sex appeal.   I figure somewhere between ages 36 and 40 my looks will dive pretty fast. So until then I hope to maximize my earnings.

It started out being one website. I became progressively popular. Then several sites were putting up big money to attract me.

I have ideal circumstances where I can perform when I want.   I am not obligated to adhere to any schedule.   I can take time off for as long and often as I wish.   This has been wonderful particularly during the long months Rob was hospitalized and in and out of therapy. He was very sick and there were times I thought he might not make it.

When I can work, I put in a lot of hours.   I make great money just for the daily cam girl sessions with thousands in my room.   Much more lucrative are the special sessions.   I charge a much higher fee for private sessions. I have a queue of those in the hundreds.

I am ranked as the number one cam girl in the world.   Based both on private clients, overall appeal to males, and gross money earned.   I have tried to make constant improvement in what I offer.   I know I have extreme beauty and sex appeal, but I want to have more to offer.   

I think my natural personality is unappreciated by many in that I am funny, kind, a great listener, and a great conversationalist.   I try to make that stand out.   I am unique in that unlike normal women I talk very dirty.   Just like men want, but no woman will do.   Women fear the double standard that they will be looked on as a whore.   I give them what they want.   Not just in sex scenes but in everyday conversation.   All my conversation is very sexual.   

I have studied and practiced upskirt, so that is part of my everyday room.   No other girl offers this.   I tease and tease.   I have it to a science what pose or movement shows how much of what.   On every visit to my room, if they stay long enough, all are rewarded with a well-lighted 5-second shot of the crotch of my panties up my skirt.

I tease in every way.   I show off my boobs with cleavage and with semi-transparent tops.   I bend over.   I wear tight sweaters, halter tops, tube tops, and every kind of bra to accentuate my boobs.   I change clothes often in my cam room.   I do everything to highlight my ass.   I wear tight jeans and bend over, wearing short skirts to show my ass.   I wear stockings and garter belts to highlight my curvy legs.   I have countless negligees and nighties.

My normal cam room does not show any nudity though semi transparent clothes come very close.   A customer has to pay extra for a private session to see my breasts naked.   That customer has to pay a great deal more to see between my legs, both front and rear view, and watch me masturbate with my legs spread.   Most men masturbate with me.   You would think the men that pay for this would not need to come back but almost all do.

I have so many opportunities to make money that I do not have time for.   The only thing I do in person is a rare special live session with customers.   I have body guards and no one can touch me with their hands.   I do not give them full nudity but me half-naked in sexy clothes.   For even more money I do lap dances but I require they submit to wearing handcuffs.   They readily accept.   That surprises me. I wear a short skirt with panties underneath and sit facing them on their lap and grind my pussy on their cocks.

I am ashamed of all of this. Being able to set my hours and work at home overcomes all my qualms about morals.   I could have never imagined how many would pay huge amounts for private times with me.

My biggest fear is being caught.   Not by my parents.   They would not care.   I fear one of Rob's friends or even Rob himself will stumble upon my cam website online.   I would be mortified if Rob found out what a slut his Mommy is.   I know his love is pure and he would still love me but the embarrassment just mortifies me.

So now you know all about who I am and how I became a stepmother at such a young age.   You know how I earn money to support Rob.

I was able to hide my work from Rob for years. I was even able to hide my body from Rob. I could see the male reaction to my body throughout my life. i knew I was not normal and stood out even wearing normal clothes. I feared when Rob reached puberty he would have a hard time dealing with my natural beauty and sex appeal. I went to great lengths to wear bulky loose fitting clothes that hid my figure and my sexual parts that stood out. It also helped with Rob's illness keeping him sick for months. Even after he reached puberty his sexual growth was held back. To Rob up until this changed I was not a woman or even a girl. I was just Mommy.

Then he came across a pair of my sexy panties and all hell broke loose. Read Rob's POV in Part Two of the Young Stepmother series.