Momma Pam
This is a story about an 18-year-old male and his 36-year-old step mom trying to decide if they can make the transition from parent and child to lovers. It seemed like a Romance story, but after conferring on the Literotica Discussion Boards, the consensus is that a story involving a stepmom and stepson should be posted in the Incest area. Part 1 lays the foundation but be warned: No sex scenes.
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I concentrated at one of the few items reminding me of Mom. The framed photo on my desk was a three-year-old boy wearing a red, white, and blue outfit resembling the American flag. It was July 4th. I held a small flag in one hand and my favorite stuffed toy (a cat named Mr. Whiskers) in the other. Mother knelt beside me with a radiant smile and looked directly into the lens. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her arms held me in a loving hug. She wore a white button-down top, red shorts, and bright blue sneakers. Her blue eyes looked happy while I stared away, wanting to go play.
Three months later she died as surgeons worked to repair a previously undetected heart condition.
In January of the next year, Dad remarried. Her name was Pamela. I always called her "Momma Pam" at her suggestion. She loved me from day one.
I felt her hands on my shoulder as I stared at this link to my past.
"I am so proud of you, William, and so is your mom. You graduated high school with an excellent grade point average and leave for college in a few months. I remember the first time we met. You held that photo and looked at it, then looked at me, then back at the photo. Do you remember why?"
"I think I was comparing you with Mom. I wanted to see if you two were alike."
"That's correct. And do you remember what you discovered?"
"You and Mom have the same smile. Like you were twins."
"Correct again," she said.
I turned around in my chair and looked into her green eyes. Her red hair hung straight a few inches past her shoulders.
"I want to thank you for all the love and encouragement. You never acted like the stereotype 'evil stepmother'. You were always there for me and never felt threatened by Mom's memory."
A tear trailed from her eye.
"Sweetie, that is the nicest thing you could say to me. I have always seen myself as a steward of what your parents started. Never a replacement."
She acted like she wanted to say more. Momma Pam bent over and we hugged each other tight. She stood upright and declared, "I have a surprise. For your graduation gift, your father has booked a one-week vacation for us in New York City! We will be staying at the Pendry in Manhattan, and we have tickets for a couple of Broadway plays. There are also tickets to the Yankees and the Mets. And, we have a 24-hour dedicated chauffeur service so we can travel anywhere anytime."
"That is great!", I finally stammered. "Did you say us? Is Dad coming?"
"No, William. It is just the two of us. Your Dad has some pressing business."
There was something "off" about the last sentence. Her eyes and voice said there was more, but she didn't volunteer additional information. I decided not to press.
"When do we leave?"
"Sunday afternoon returning the following Sunday evening."
I stood and hugged her.
"Oh Momma Pam, thank you! I think you had a hand in this."
She returned the hug confessing, "Well, I may have helped a little. But the important thing is this is a graduation gift from your father and me."
I texted Dad thanking him for the trip. A few hours later he responded with a simple "You're welcome".
The flight to New York City was direct, and we travelled in first class. After landing at JFK and getting our luggage, we headed toward Transportation and found a driver holding up a sign reading "Pam & William Hargraves." She showed him her ID and the receipt. He led us to his car and drove us to the Pendry.
The hotel staff treated us like visiting dignitaries. Momma Pam had plenty of cash on hand for tips, which was duly appreciated.
The room was amazing! There was a large common area complete with a kitchenette, table for 6, 2 sofas, large screen televisions, and windows overlooking the skyline. Each bedroom had a king-size bed and its own bath. The week flew by. The Broadway plays were excellent, the Yankees and the Mets triumphed, and we ran ragged going to restaurants as well as sights recommended by the drivers.
Saturday night we lounged in the suite exhausted but happy. We sat on opposite sides of the curving sofa enjoying the stunning views.
"William, we need to talk."
No one ever says "we need to talk" when the news is good. I focused full attention on Momma Pam. She patted the cushion, so I scooted close to her.
"You know your father loves you even though he seems distant. Well, I'm afraid this trip has an ulterior motive."
"Dad is getting a sex change operation?" I said trying to lighten the mood after her long silence.
She smiled a bit and said, "No, nothing like that. Your father and I are getting divorced. This trip was to celebrate your high school graduation. After the plans were made and set in motion, he told me about the divorce. He thought it would be good to let you know while on this trip."
She put her face in her hands. I reached for the tissues on the table and moved next to her. We hugged and she buried her head on my shoulder. All I could think of doing was pat her back reassuringly, hand her tissues as needed, and whispering, "Everything will work out."
When she composed herself, I asked, "Why are you two divorcing? You two always seemed so happy."
"He wants to marry his administrative assistant. Looking back, he always liked younger wives. Your Mom was 10 years younger than him when they married. Your Dad is now almost 60 and his future bride is 23. She started as a summer intern about five years ago. After graduating from college, she became his Administrative Assistant."
I was dumbfounded. Dad and I have never been close. I didn't think he was this shallow.
"That bastard! I cannot believe he would do such a thing. Especially to someone as loving and caring as you."
She kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you for being such a wonderful son. I know you are my stepson but from day 1, you always seemed like my son. I am so proud of you, William."
After a brief silence, she asked, "Would you mind if we just sat like this through the night? I don't want to be by myself right now."
"Of course."
There was a faint stirring in my crotch, but it soon left. We fell asleep holding each other. My mind kept me from a restful sleep thinking about the news and wondering what Momma Pam would do after the divorce.
Our last breakfast in the hotel restaurant the next morning was bittersweet. The car service was waiting for us after we checked out. Before driving away from the airport, Momma Pam gave him a generous cash tip to be split among the 4 drivers. We didn't talk about last night.
Momma Pam texted Dad to say we had returned safe and sound. After unpacking, I came down the stairs and saw her in the living room staring at the cell phone and crying. I snatched the phone.
"Glad you're back. Thanks for telling him about the divorce. My things are in storage or at Julia's apartment. The house goes up for sale after the divorce. You are welcome to stay until it sells. You will receive a generous monthly settlement of $8,000 until you turn 65 or remarry. Also, you will receive 50% of the surplus after the house is sold and mortgage paid off."
I handed the phone back.
"I suppose that is a nice settlement. Nice of him to let you stay here until the house is sold. I guess he figures I will be in college by the time the house sells. Can I stay with you between semesters and maybe some weekends?"
