Note from the Author: This was originally an illustrated story. After having been published on Literotica for several years, it was suddenly pulled for non-compliance. This is the edited story, sans illustrations. You can see my vision of Pam in my artwork elsewhere on this site. Enjoy.
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Pam didn't start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn't meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later.
She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might receive on this particular birthday. A handsome gentleman started a conversation with her in the card shop, which continued to a coffee shop, then a restaurant, and eventually her apartment. He treated her like a lady, and she was immediately taken with him.
Arthur's first wife had an affair with her boss, so it seemed they had something in common. He was well to do, went to church every Sunday, and had a charming 17 year-old son named David.
Though Pam never had any children of her own, she tried to be a mother to Arthur's son, as well as a good lover and housewife. From the way Arthur's family embraced her, Pam was the best thing that ever happened to Arthur.
David's friends would tease him about his dad's trophy wife. Pam looked much younger than her age. Blaming herself as the cause for her first husband to stray, she made a point of exercising regularly, and developed incredible sexual stamina in an effort to always keep Arthur happy.
The things David's friends said about his stepmother made him feel uncomfortable, at first. A year later, though, he found himself dreaming about her, masturbating to thoughts of her, and occasionally trying to spy on his father having sex with her. It was during one of his spying attempts that Pam caught David watching her.
She had been sitting on Arthur's lap when she turned around to look at her form in the bedroom mirror. In the reflection, she could see the bedroom door move slightly and caught a glimpse of David's wide eyes.
Rather than upset her husband by stopping, she continued to ride him until he came inside her. She never looked away from the mirror. David was mesmerized and watched as she pleasured his father three more times before putting on a bathrobe and disappearing into the shower. They hadn't taught any of what she was doing in Sex Ed at school.
The last thing Pam wanted to do was upset her husband. She decided to talk to David privately about what he had seen, and hopefully explain to him that what she did with his father was a very private thing and that he shouldn't spy on them like that.
Unfortunately, their "talk" quickly turned into David's desires for his own sexual satisfaction. He pretended to innocently ask to see her breasts, as he had never seen a woman's fully developed bosom before. When she refused, he threatened to tell his father that she was having an affair.
Not wanting to upset Arthur, even though she knew he trusted her explicitly, she obliged David.
She felt relieved when David began dating more seriously, but the relief was short-lived as he became sexually educated by means of extortion. It was always the same threat, but with a different request. How should he French kiss? How does he persuade a girl to give him a blowjob? How does he make a girl have an orgasm?
They developed a business-like agreement, and Pam found herself having some form of sex with her stepson almost twice a week. Over the Summer between high school graduation and freshman year of college, David's cock seemed to grow bigger, and Pam secretly began to look forward to her tutorial sessions. He would occasionally make a point of not showering after sex with his girlfriend so Pam was forced to smell her pussy on his dick. She wondered if he was always destined to be a sexual deviant, or did her carelessness with the bedroom door make him this way. Either way, she felt responsible and felt it was necessary to do whatever it took to keep both David and her husband happy.
This went on for almost two years until Arthur's death.
A few weeks after his fiftieth birthday, Arthur died of a heart attack while running at the local health club. Pam was devastated, but David's bargaining chip was finally gone.
She was relieved, as David had just started showing an interest in anal sex - a subject in which she completely lacked any knowledge or experience.
After a lengthy period of mourning, she decided to work as a paralegal. Arthur had left her a substantial amount of money, as well as the house, three cars, a boat, and several properties around the country she never knew about. David was also left a large sum of money, as well as paid college tuition, and several lakefront rental properties.
David was in his second semester of freshman year of college, and Pam decided to take a few college courses at David's school to fill the time. David rarely stayed at the big house, but Pam maintained a room for him in the event he ever wanted to visit. There was considerable tension whenever they were together, so his visits became less and less frequent. The majority of Pam's interaction with David over the next several months was usually only in passing at school.
It had been over a year since Arthur's death and Pam was finally ready for a fresh start. She looked young for forty-one, and couldn't help but notice the men half her age looking at her. At first, she thought they were making fun of her because she was much older than the average college student. She went so far as to confront one of the young men in the library that had been staring at her for almost 15 minutes.
"What are you looking at?" Pam asked. "Do you think I'm too old to be in college?"
"Not at all," the young man assured her.
"Well, why are you staring? There are plenty of people that are older than me at this school." Pam said.
"None of them are as hot as you, though." The young man said with a grin. "You're the number one MILF on campus."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Pam asked. She wasn't sure what a MILF was as the term was still relatively new.
"It's a big compliment." The young man assured her. "Do you party?"
Pam wasn't sure how to answer. She had friends her age that invited her over for coffee, movies, or card games. Sometimes they would go to the mall, but mostly she kept to her part-time job and her studies. She wasn't sure if she could keep up with the young crowd at a college party.
"I'm twice your age. I'm sure you don't want someone that old hanging around you and your friends." Pam answered sadly.
"You're only as young as you feel, and this would be a great opportunity to feel young again. Besides, you're twice as hot as most of the girls at this school. I'm sure you won't be without a drink all night."
The young man dropped a library book. He caught Pam looking at his ass as he picked up the book and smiled at her. Her face turned red and she giggled, which was something she hadn't done in years.
"I'm not much of a drinker," Pam said, realizing the poor choice of words before she could stop.
"No problem. We have Coke's for designated drivers. Come on. Live a little." He said.
"I don't even know what to wear!" Pam said in typical form.
The young man wanted to tell her not to wear anything, but he didn't want to ruin the groundwork he had just laid. "Wear something light, just in case it gets warm."
She took down the address to the location of the party as the young man gathered his books and ran off to his next class.
Pam pondered the idea of going to a college party in her forties. She looked around at what girls half her age were wearing and couldn't see herself dressing like that at her age. Even when she was their age, she didn't dress like that.
