My Greedy Stepmother

My mother, Eva, left the house when I was 10 years old. I never saw her since. According to Dad, she moved to Venezuela to live with her lover. What hurt the most was that since Mom left, she did not try to call Dad or me and did not leave a contact number.

I was too young to understand all of Dad's feelings, but I recognized his sadness and disappointment. Five years ago, he married Jill, a bombshell who was 26 years his junior. He liked her and was happy she agreed to marry him. I was 16 at the time and knew nothing about their financial agreement.

Two years ago, at age 59, Dad was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer. Unfortunately, this type of malignancy had a poor prognosis. The doctors gave him up to 3 years to live.

Two months ago, he summoned me to his large office to have a heart to heart talk.

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We lived in Philadelphia, and Dad owned one of the largest food processing companies. Our big house in Rittenhouse Square was the envy of our neighbors for its size and neat yard. I didn't know how much money Dad accumulated in his lifetime, but it was probably multi million dollars. Since the time Mom left, there was nothing I wanted Dad to buy me that he refused. Likely to compensate for lack of a mother around.

My father was apparently an excellent businessman. However, he was an introvert. We never talked at length, and not once did he divulge his feelings toward Mom or me. I knew he loved me in his own way because he was always nice to me, but he never expressed it in words or showed it in gestures. The lack of emotional support from parents may have shaped my character.

The relationship with my new stepmother was cordial. She was 34, 13 years older than me, and I knew she was Dad's trophy wife. She never worked a day in her life, and her days were occupied with activities that were meant to keep her beauty and shape for as long as possible. Dad gave her money for a yoga course, private exercise instructor, weekly spa, hair & cosmetics, and 'miscellaneous.' She knew her roles were to be Dad's loving wife and to look good in high society events.

As I said, Jill never tried to assume the role of a mother to me. She treated me the same way she would treat a family dog: Making sure I had enough food to eat, that I went to do my business on time (While for a dog, it was peeing and pooping, in my case, it was going to class), and I wasn't sick. I treated her the same way: She was Dad's wife and not my mother.

...

The last time I was in Dad's office was 4 years earlier. He wanted to interest me in his business, hoping when the day came, I would take over. However, I chose to become a lawyer. He did not try to dissuade me, and I have not visited his firm since then.

It was weird to go back to the office again for a private talk. If it was private, why not do it at home?

As I entered the office door, I was welcomed warmly by his old secretary, Alice. She offered me coffee and asked me to wait for a couple of minutes until Dad's board conference ended. Five minutes later, I saw members of the board leaving while chatting excitedly.

I entered the luxury office and saw Dad sitting behind his mahogany desk. I sat too and looked at him. He notified Alice he didn't want to be disturbed for the next half an hour, disconnected all communication lines, smiled at me, and said, "Nathan, I know I was not the model father to you, and I am not going to pretend to be one now. I brought you here for a reason. My doctor checked the latest diagnostic tests and told me my cancer had spread in my abdomen and my lungs. I already take narcotics for pain. According to him, I have 3-6 months to live. You are my only son, and I want you to know everything about what will happen upon my death. Mom is gone. I tried to track her using a private detective, but so far, no clues. I designated you as my only heir, so all my wealth, which amounts to about $500 million, will be yours. I just notified the board of my decision, and since you weren't interested in running the business, upon my death, the company will be owned by members of the board and the value of the company on that day will be in your bank account the next day. Everything was arranged and signed by the members and me, and awaits your signature to be official. Please sign the documents in the next 48 hours."

"Dad, I am sorry to hear the bad news. I had no idea your health was in such a bad shape."

"As you know, I could never express my feelings and did not want you to agonize over my suffering. But now it was time to let you know what to expect and prepare for the future."

"If I am the only heir, what about Jill?"

"This is the second subject I wish to discuss. When I married her, I was in love with her. She looked great and showed me all the support and love I was missing after your mother deserted us. Before the wedding, we had a prenuptial agreement that said that if we stayed married for at least 12 years, she'd get 1/2 of my wealth. However, if, for whatever reason, the marriage lasted less than that, she will get only $5,000 per month until her death. At the time, Jill claimed she loved me so much, she'd marry me for no money. The first 2 years were a dream marriage. But by the 3rd year, I noticed she frequently had excuses not to attend important events I wanted her to go to, and a year later, our bed was rarely shared. I asked a private investigator to check on her. As I suspected, she resumed her relationship with her former abusive boyfriend, Julio. They met 3 times a week in hotels. Jill was drawing from the account I created for her to support him, buying him clothes and even expensive jewelry. The detective gave me pictures of them together and receipts of her extravagant spending on Julio. There were several options to punish her, but by then, I knew my prognosis was grim, and I did not want to fight her. I'll continue pretending that I know nothing and hope YOU will find a way to vindicate the way she treated me."

"Dad, on occasions, doctors are wrong about prognosis. Who knows, you might be one of these exceptions and live to be 100."

He smiled, "I thought so too. I even got a second and third opinion, but everybody said the same thing. I could pray for a miracle, but I never believed in god and have no intention of starting now. I am giving you the keys to my life's work, and you can sell it and do with the money whatever you wish. Do me a favor, and do not mention to Jill anything I said today."

I had tears in my eyes. I approached and hugged him. He hesitated but then hugged me back. It was the first time we touched each other in more than 10 years.

"Dad, despite what you told me, I continue hoping you'll live a longer, happier life. And about Jill, don't worry. I will not mention anything to her as long as you are with us."

...

Dad died 3.5 months later. Jill and I went to the funeral together. Hundreds of people attended the funeral. Most of them I did not know and assumed were his employees. We mourned him for a week, with Jill trying very hard to be nice to me, cooking, doing my laundry, and cleaning my room.

On the eighth day, Dad's lawyer requested a meeting with Jill and me at his office. I drove us to the lawyer and listened to Dad's will. The summary was clear and reflected what my father said to me in the office: His wealth, which was now valued between $500-$600 million, was mine, and Jill was to leave our house in one month and get $5000 each month.

Jill's face turned pale, and she asked, "But I was a loyal wife until his untimely death. It wasn't my fault he had cancer."

He said drily, "The will specifically state, 'if for whatever reason the marriage does not reach the 12th year,' that was your late husband's instruction. You agreed and signed it."

Jill looked at me pleadingly. I said, "If this is what Dad wanted, I cannot argue with his lawyer. We'll talk later at home." I turned to the lawyer and blurted, "Please, tell the board I wish to sell everything and put the money in my Chase account. I'll decide within a month how to invest it."

On the way back home, Jill started talking to me about a 'more justice' dividing Dad's wealth. I replied, "Jill, let's not do it here. The subject is too important and complicated to deal with while I drive."

The rest of the drive we didn't talk. I saw from the corner of my eye she was very tense.

...

Upon entering the door, she gazed at me, "OK, we are home now. Let's talk."

"Sorry, I am hungry and tired. There is no rush. We can do it tomorrow afternoon."

Jill's lips tightened, but she remained quiet.

The next day, I went to class and returned at 3 pm. I found Jill sitting in front of the TV, watching a sitcom. Her eyes followed me constantly whenever I exited my room. She was anxious to talk but didn't dare alienating me.

At 4 pm, I brought a large envelope and said, "Jill, if you are ready, we can talk about the future."

She said sweetly, "Thank you. Obviously, you can see that Dad wanted to continue our marriage," she squeezed 2 tears from her eyes, "and unfortunately, cancer killed him. We were so happy together!"

I glanced at her, "Jill, have you ever cheated on Dad?"

"What kind of a silly question? I loved him with all my heart! I have never dreamt of doing that."

"Have you heard the name Julio Garcia?"

Her face paled, "Yes. He was my former boyfriend before I married your father."

"Have you met with Julio after the marriage?"

"I saw him a couple of times on the street. We chatted about old times and separated amicably."

"Jill, are you sure you didn't forget other times you saw him?"

"Nathan, what are you getting at?"

"Have you two met in hotels for hanky-panky 3 times a week?"

"Nathan, I told you I was in love with my husband. I wouldn't cheat on him."

I sighed, opened the envelope, showed her the pictures and receipts, and said, "Just in case you think of tearing the evidence, I have copies of everything you see here. Can you explain these findings?"

It was a sight to see: She froze, her face color matched the wall, and her eyes pointed to the floor. She was speechless.

I waited for a long moment and blurted, "My father knew about your shenanigans for more than a year. He told me that if you were truly a loving wife and not a cheater who skipped events he needed you to attend, he was ready to amend his will so you'd get half his money even if the 12 year condition was not met. However, your behavior in the last 2-3 years ruined your chances. So you have a month to look for another place to stay. The good news - You'll have $60,000 a year until your death."

"But Nathan, be realistic; this amount is nothing. With your father, I spent at least this amount every month. You expect me to survive on that little when I'll have to also pay for rent, food, and other things?..."

"Why don't you move in with your lover boy?"

She began crying, "You don't understand. He is married and has 2 children. I reconnected with him because your father had difficulties with erection despite using Viagra. Julio had the one thing I needed - awesome sex..."

"Well, dear, you cheated on Dad behind his back, used his money to buy things for you and your lover, and now, I caught you lying to me. What would you have done if you were me?"

She whispered, "I beg you, don't throw me to the street."

I stared her down, "Jill, you are a cheap slut. No, let me rephrase it - You are an expensive slut. You look amazing: Long blonde hair, blue eyes, pouty mouth, huge tits, and fantastic legs. But let's be frank; you have no profession, and nobody will hire you because of your skills. The only thing you might be good for is sex. So I am willing to make a deal with you. First, no more Julio. And I'll ensure you stick by it. Second, you'll be my private slut until I am tired of you. No contract or official agreement will exist. You'll continue living in this house, and each month, you'll do EXACTLY what I want. In return, I'll put in your bank account $30,000 every month."

She looked at me cunningly, "$40,000."

I grinned, "$25,000."

She sighed, "OK, $30,000."

"Good decision, slut. Now undress."

Jill glanced at me, begging, "Please, Nathan, you embarrassed and humiliated me enough. Don't do it to me."

I stood up, "Jill, by the end of this month, I want you out with all your belongings. Otherwise, I call the police to throw you out the door with only the clothes on your body. A cheater, liar, and a whore like you deserve no more than be my sex slave. If you are not interested, that is fine. The front door is open. Leave and never come back."

She knelt before me and hugged my legs, "Nathan, please... PLEASE!"

"Fucking slut, remove all your clothes or get out of my sight!"

Jill, with tears in her eyes, started undressing. She loosened her back zipper and let her short dress fall on the soft rug. She was now standing with a nice lacy set of pink bra and low cut panties. She looked gorgeous. Her body was no less desirable than any pornstar I ever saw in Pornhub. Jill had a guitar shaped body, except that her boobs were disproportionally massive. My prick stirred.

She gazed into my eyes to see if I'd agree to stop there. I did not budge. Her hands moved to her back, and she unclasped her bra. I gasped. Jill was 34 years old, and with huge mammaries like hers, I thought they'd sag significantly. They didn't. The sag was very minimal. The large pink areolas surrounded much darker hard nipples. I had the urge to squeeze and milk her world-class tits, but I stopped myself, waiting until she was completely naked.

Jill lowered her panties, and her dark blonde, neatly trimmed landing strip was revealed. Before, my eyes concentrated on her amazing orbs, but now my eyes inspected the rest of her body. Her flat, soft tummy was decorated with a small golden ring, which was pierced onto her navel. The vulva was exposed, showing plump folds and a tiny clitoris. My penis climbed fast and pushed hard against the front of my pants.

I said, "Good body. No wonder sex is the only thing you can be good at. On your knees, slut!"

She approached me, and I noticed a little smile. I wasn't sure what was the reason, so I warned her, "You'll have the honor to suck me to a happy ending. And just in case you are thinking about biting or causing trouble in any way, I'll break your teeth one by one before sending you to the street naked. Is it clear?"

She murmured, "Yes, sir."

Jill opened my fly carefully and lowered my strained briefs. My tumescent pole jolted and hit her chin. She stared at it and then smiled at me, "You have an awesome cock, sir. I didn't know."

"Why would you know? You barely bedded Dad, and the only one who you frequented was Julio."

She fondled the mushroomed head and bobbed the shaft lightly. She seemed to admire my organ, "Nathan, it's thick and long. Is it 7"?"

"No. it is 7.5". Why?"

"Because Julio's was 6.5" and he filled me nicely. I wonder how your monster will feel."

"First, suck it. I want to verify that your mouth is worth my time. But don't you worry, your slutty cunt will be next."

She held my member in her small palm and kissed the slit. Her tongue moved gradually down all the way to the base, and then she licked my hairy sack. She jiggled my testicles gently as her lips parted and barely engulfed the soft head. My arousal was building rapidly. She sensed I was closing fast on my climax, removed my dick from her mouth, and said, grinning, "Sir, relax. I want to show you what a good oral job is like. Let's go to bed. You lay on your back and allow me to pleasure you."

I did as told. She spread my legs and bent on my groin. Her full lips opened wide and enveloped the head again. Her eyes were on my face as her lips advanced on my cock slowly but surely. At some point, she encountered a structure that blocked it from moving forward. She coughed mildly and was able to continue. To my amazement, at one point, her chin hit my sack! Simple math suggested my organ crossed her mouth into her pharynx, and the tip was parked at the entrance to her throat!

She winked at me and began bobbing. I was so mesmerized by her magical BJ that I didn't even think about using my hands. My eyes were hypnotized by the rod that disappeared in her mouth and came out while being milked. I resisted for only a couple of minutes before tensing and ejaculating my spunk down her throat. Jill's palms held my ass cheeks tight as her mouth sucked my cock until the last drop was gone. Then she pulled out and cleaned my organ with her tongue and lips. Her oral skills were much better than any BJ I saw in porno films. She seemed to genuinely like it!

I was spent. I caressed her head, "Well slut, a good job for a starter. Don't go away. I need 15 minutes, and then I wish to test your other hole."

She giggled, "I'll stay right here. A blowjob always makes me horny. Whenever you are in the mood to fuck me, I'll be ready."

Without saying a word, I signaled to her to go to the living room. I was surprised at the way the events unfolded. In the beginning, Jill was reluctant and pleaded with me to spare her body, and now, despite being humiliated, she was ready, and even enthusiastic to have sex with me...

Twenty minutes later, I went to the living room. Jill was sitting naked in front of the TV with her hand buried between her thighs.

I smirked, "Are you keeping your pussy ready for me?"

She grinned, "Exactly. I told you I was aroused. I could have cum if I wanted, but I decided to wait for you."

"Good girl. I see you have a great potential as my sex-slut."

Jill giggled, "Nathan, I am too horny. Fuck me, please, and later, if it's OK with you, I'd like to have a word with you."

"I'll think about it. Get on the bed and spread your legs."

The slut was spread-eagled in no time. I moved between her thighs and inspected her lower assets, "Not bad for a whore. I'd say you can charge 20% above the usual rate for a regular call girl. But enough with the small talk. Let's see how good your used pussy can satisfy my cock."

Without a warning, I shoved my pole to the hilt into her pussy. Jill stopped breathing, and her eyes dilated. I didn't care and immediately started ramming her tight vagina like a powerful jackhammer. Luckily, she was moist. Gradually, her cunt gave in and accommodated the invader. It didn't take long before Jill began crying loudly. I continued plowing her tunnel roughly, ignoring her noise.

I wanted to hurt the bitch for what she did to my father while, at the same time, satisfying my own hunger for her godly body. I kneaded her huge tits mercilessly and pinched her nipples hard as my own orgasm was pending. I managed to accelerate my strokes one last time before exploding deep in her hot cunt ejecting zillions of sperms.

During the wild ride, most of the time my eyes focused on her swaying big melons, but I also watched her grimaces. Not once I saw evidence of suffering. On the contrary, her face displayed immense pleasure... The nasty slut loved the savage abuse of her helpless body!

I continued fucking her tortured hole for a couple of minutes before rolling to the side, closing my eyes, and relaxing. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I felt was my cock being manipulated. I opened my eyes and saw the pretty bitch working her mouth on my growing organ. I just watched, letting her continue. Not surprisingly, my cock caved to her insisting lips and regained its full mast form.

Jill glimpsed at me, grinned happily, and milked my member thoroughly. Despite cumming twice a short time earlier, her expert mouth brought me to a third climax again, and she eagerly swallowed her second portion of slimy goo.

When she finished, she lay by my side, placed my hand around her with my fingers on her hard nipple, and said, "Nathan, can we talk now?"