Surprising Stepmother




Authors note: The following is an actual account of an incident that happened
when I was a young boy growing up near a major US city. This happened in 1978
and I have been a fan of female power and some femdom ever since.
Unfortunately, this first part is short and the only part of this story that
is factual. Any subsequent versions (such as II or III) are just a young boy's
fantasy.

About four years ago, my father and mother split up after almost 15 years of
marriage. Looking back, it was somewhat difficult for me to come to grips to
with it, however I adjusted quickly with the reassurance that my parents still
both loved me, and I was not the cause of their breakup. They simply drifted
apart and had fallen out of love. I was a typical 12 year old boy at the time
and they both figured that I was old enough to deal with this. I ended up
opting to spend time with both parents, but I wanted to stay with my father
primarily because all my friends were in the area, plus the fact that my
mother had already started a new life across the country.

A few months down the road, my father started dating a smart, attractive
brunette whose name was Pam. She was only 26 to his 40 but they seemed to
really like each other. Pam was a warm and friendly person who was very sweet
to me every time she came over to be with my father. Being an adolescent, I
also noticed that Pam had a very nice slender body and she was very busty. She
always wore shorts or skirts to show off her beautiful, long legs and would
turn around to catch me 'peeking' every now and then with a wry smile on her
pretty face.

They continued to date each other until one day, my father announced that he
was going to marry Pam and she would be my new stepmother. He was nervous that
I would reject anybody else trying to step into my maternal mother's shoes,
but nothing was further from the truth, I was very happy with my father's
choice for my new stepmother and they were married shortly thereafter.

Pam continued to grow close to me as her new son and I got the feeling she was
really starting to develop a motherly bond with me. Actually, she was closer
to a big sister than my stepmother ... she was always helping me with my
homework, teaching me how to cook and take care of myself. When she was angry
or disappointed with me, she would calmly talk to me about it in a
non-accusatory tone and we would work out whatever problem was there.

About a month ago, my father got a great opportunity with his job to take a
position overseas for six months. He discussed the pros and cons of this
opportunity with us and we all came to the conclusion that this was too much
money and prestige to pass up. A week later, we put my father on a plane to
Europe and went about our lives as best we could for the six months he would
be gone.

Then it happened. One night, Pam and I had just come out of the movies and we
were laughing and joking with each other on the way out to the parking lot.
Pam had worn a short skirt with a light top and she started to cool down in
the night air. We had to park far from the theater because the lot was jammed
when we came in so I offered her my coat until we got to the car. Only a
couple of cars remained here and there with a lone street lamp barely
illuminating our car. We were approaching the car and Pam was digging in her
purse when 'WHAM' we were shoved roughly into the side of the car from the
rear. I wheeled around to see three men, one with a knife pointed at us!

"Purse and wallets, let's go ... QUICK!", came a raspy voice from the middle
guy waving the knife around. I was stunned, frozen to the ground ... but Pam
just held out her purse saying, "here, take it and go, I don't want any
trouble!"

"You!", he barked at me. "Make with the wallet!" Pam stood between myself and
the thugs and quietly told me to do it, quickly. I did as I was told and threw
my wallet to the ground before them.

"You've got what you want, now please ... leave us alone!", Pam said in her
calm manner, an edge to her voice (understandably).

"Well, maybe we want something else now ... something pretty maybe like you
for instance?!?" He suddenly shifted his attention to me and growled, " ... or
maybe we'll hurt your little man here just for fun!" I panicked and charged by
the thug with the knife, I was thinking of trying to break free and outrun
them, then go looking for help. I was caught with a fist to the side of my
head and fell back onto the cold pavement. I looked up trying to refocus my
blurry vision.

It was like the next thirty seconds happened in slow motion. Pam yelled, "NO!"
and took a step towards the guy with the knife. She grabbed the arm the knife
was in and whirled inside his outstretched arm and let out what sounded like a
karate type yell and threw her elbow into the guy's face. His head snapped
back as he screamed in pain. Almost faster than I could follow, she ducked
under his arm that she still held and stood up behind the guy twisting his arm
and wrenching him over. She did another karate yell in and slammed her palm
into the guy's elbow snapping his arm! I remember vividly the knife bouncing
off the pavement with a clinging sound, right in front of me in what seemed
like slow motion, I barely heard it over the guy's scream of agony. Pam kicked
the back of the guy's knee and he went down on both. She whirled around and
drove her knee into the side of the guy's head with a short, loud "HEI!" He
fell to the pavement like a sack of laundry right beside me, knocked out cold.
His arm was bent back at an unnatural angle and he was starting to bleed out
of his mouth.

She shifted her attention to the next nearest attacker, still in her martial
arts type fighting stance, legs slightly flexed with arms up and hands
extended. The cheery look she always had was gone, in its place was a grim
scowl that frightened me a little.

"You're dead bitch!", the next guy spit before he lunged at her. Pam simply
stepped under the (what seemed like a) slow awkward attack pushing the guy
harmlessly past her, at the same time she turned her head and let out another
karate yell, this time slamming her foot into the third man's nose who was
moving up behind her. His head snapped back as he screamed and I swear I heard
his nose crunch when she did, and blood was just gushing from his face. He
fell completely sprawled out, not moving, obviously out cold. "Wow!", I
thought, "she's a machine!"

The third guy wheeled around just in time to see his buddy go sailing backward
and hit ground. He turned and threw a punch at Pam which she sidestepped
easily. He threw another and another, none coming even close to connecting.
Pam simply dodged each sloppy throw and blocked two more before she slammed
her fist into the guy's stomach with another, "HEI!". He stumbled back gasping
for breath and coughing. Then she did some kind of spinning move and kicked
him flush on the side of the head with another loud, sharp, "HEI!". He fell in
a crumpled heap and slowly got back to his feet. Pam's usually demure feminine
voice now boomed, "Now go ... get out of here, you don't have to do this
anymore!"

The guy looked like he was turning to walk off, but then I guess he thought he
could surprise Pam and made a sudden lunging grab at her. Pam merely danced
back a step evading her attacker, and then kicked him in the side of the head
yet again! He staggered back holding his face as Pam advanced on him, she did
her spin move again and brought the sole of her shoe right across the guy's
face! He made a sputtering sound as he hit the ground and lay there sobbing
and groaning and spitting blood.

As I lay there against the car, I watched her slowly turn and look at each
downed opponent still in her Karate stance with her hands out in front of her.
When she was convinced the threat was over, she quickly gathered up her purse
and my wallet. She helped me up asking if I was okay then started to rush me
into the car. She was shaking so badly that I had to help her get the key in
the door!

She had no idea where she was going, we just got out of there. I was still in
shock as Pam asked me several times if I was okay, I don't remember giving any
reply, just a blank stare. When we pulled into the driveway, she hustled me
inside and told me sit down. Pam studied my face closely, checking me for
damage.

"Are you okay David, did they hurt you?", to which I simply shook my head
slowly. "I'm okay", I said slowly, still dazed.

"Well, that looks like a nasty bruise you'll have there where that bastard hit
you.", she said in her always calm manner, though there was still a touch of
venom in her words.

I finally snapped out of my trance and quickly replayed the incident in my
head.

"Pam, that was amazing! How did you do that to those guys?", I was quite
confused. She just looked at me, apparently wondering what to say.

"Those were all big guys and you beat the crap out of all of them! I mean,
you're a smaller girl and you still beat them all unconscious! One even had a
knife for Pete's sake!", I continued still quite amazed. I had never seen a
girl do anything like that to a man, let alone multiple men, even in the
movies.

"It's not something that I feel comfortable talking about, it brings back
violent memories that I don't want to dredge up, it's something I deal with",
she said with a great sadness in her face.

She continued, "Just suffice to say, I abhor violence and it pains me to hurt
people, even people who want to hurt me or my family." She could see that this
explanation wasn't going to satisfy my curiosity.

She sighed, "Again, I don't like remembering this, but when I was a young
girl, I was attacked and brutalized. Some years later, when I had sufficiently
recovered mentally and physically, I promised myself I would find a way to
disable people who wish to enforce their will on me. We had a Japanese
neighbor and one day he stopped by. He wished to convey his sympathy over what
happened and offered to help. He told me he knew how I could be secure again
and he began teaching me Karate and Thai kick boxing so that one day I could
defend myself", she looked at me with her brown eyes and softly caressed my
face, "and my loved ones."

"Honey, your father doesn't know about any of this, and I would really like it
if he never knew", she said with a plead in her voice.

"Why? I think it's cool you know how to use Karate and you can protect us,
like you protected me tonight." Pam hugged me.

"Thanks honey, I'm relieved I was able to defend you and myself from those
idiots ... but, the role of family defender is still perceived as the man's
job, and I don't want to take anything away from your father. I want him to be
secure in his relationship with me, and that may change if he finds out that I
can use Karate. Men don't want to be inferior to their women, especially as
fighters, that's always been considered a 'manly' thing, it makes most guys
uncomfortable to realize their wives or girlfriends are either stronger or
better fighters than they are."

"Well, after watching you beat those guys up, I'm not going to consider women
weak anymore!"

"That's good son, never underestimate anybody, man or woman," she said softly.

"There's another reason I want to keep this incident quiet, I'm pretty sure I
put two of those guys in the hospital, and I don't want to be held responsible
for something they brought on themselves," she said. "In our mixed up world, I
could conceivably be blamed and held responsible for defending myself."

I motioned with my hand pulling an imaginary zipper across my mouth.

"Good boy," she smiled and hugged me again.

This is unfortunately the only time I ever saw Pam do anything for real. It
was somehow very exciting because I didn't quite understand the erotic aspect
to it at that age but now remembering it some 20 years later is thrilling.

-fin-