My stepmother

I was raised to be a user of women by my father, my father believed women existed only to please men and bare their children. My mother died when I was 11, cancer and my father used women but didn't remarry for quite a while. Finally, he decided he wanted another wife to take care of him in his worsening state I was than 26, his health was declining. But being a vain person, he wanted a gorgeous woman to show off as well. He of course found what he wanted, she is gorgeous and totally reliant on him financially. Not that he cared much about her other than his needs being fully met. She wasn't even mentioned in his will, except that his heir would provide suitable support for her after his death. She got no money from him for anything; her whole purpose was to care for him. I on the surface done what my father wanted me to do, but my nature was of a more respectful dispersion than what my father thought was manly. I did date, hadn't a girlfriend, my father not paying close attention, thought I was using a woman than moving on to another. I wasn't, but I didn't correct him either, not wanting to argue with him about it. As, my father's health worsen, his reliance on me increased. I was now running his businesses. His wife a year younger than me, was with my father all the time. I was 28 when he had the fatal heart attack, he was just sitting and gave a strange sound and was dead. After his funeral, I decided to sell up everything and make new start. Only thing I hadn't thought about was my stepmother. We weren't close, as we had hardly interacted before and without my father being present. More of a stranger than a stepmother, but I harbored no ill will towards her. Knowing I was supposed to look after her somewhat, made easier as she done anything I asked of her. With no pushback from her, I got aroused one day seeing her dressing. I decided to try my luck as they say. Luck wasn't needed she let me fuck her no resistant at all. I'd her sleeping with me every night afterwards and being my girlfriend, you could say. Of course, I finally came to see myself as no better than my late father and I didn't like what I saw. I told her she didn't have to do what I wanted, and I would see she was well looked after. She said she liked being with me and she felt needed by me. So, I asked her to marry me and of course she agreed. Now 12 years and 4 children later, I haven't regrated by actions, and my wife is more outgoing. Has access to money whenever she wants it, no need to ask first. She is a great mother and perfect wife.