FORBIDDEN AFFECTIONS: ADDICTED TO MY STEPMOM

Almost instantly, the light stroking intensified into a more aggressive and forceful rub. Slowly, I began to feel the hardness and massive size of his thing that had touched me at my entrance. Even before it entered, I could feel the incredible heat and pleasurable sensation it was giving to my body.

I was unable to maintain control of myself, and my hand dropped, causing me to personally place Jack’s weapon inside of my cave. Its head went in with a wet and delicate movement, causing both of us to groan out in ecstasy as the sensation spread throughout our bodies. Jack’s eyes were filled with a raging fire, and I could both feel and see it. Once again, our lips touched as he slowly slid his manhood inside me.

Our tongues played and battled, a loud growl and moan could be heard in the kitchen as we continued to kiss and savor each other’s warmth and heat. After we reached our much-awaited release together, we walked straight to the sofa, where he proceeded to rub me and then attack me from behind. I closed my eyes as I succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure of making love with Jack.

Jack continued to call out to me over and over again, his sticky and flaming words streaming into my ears as he continued to hold one another until there was practically no space left between the two of us.

For a while, I began to wonder if we’d ever be able to return to the past. On top of everything else, I can’t deny how much I enjoy having sex with Jack with my whole body, soul, and being. After everything that transpired, I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve imagined him in my fantasies. It was a sin to desire him. But, based on Jack’s gestures and reactions at this time, I get the feeling that we have similar feelings about each other. And I was no longer sure as to whether or not it was a good thing.

“Aki, aahh, hmm,” I muttered with pleasure as Jack exhaled shakily as he came in my region for the second time. Jack had both of his hands on my waist, and he was more determined than ever to give me more. I feel as though my privates will be destroyed at any moment by the sheer intensity of our intercourse. He was that rough and so eager to do it – with me, Jack felt like he was losing control.

We both were losing it completely.

Jack and I had a great time the entire night. It was as if we were making up for the whole month of not having sex, and this night, we did as much as we could to pay it fully. Jack appeared invigorated as he began to shower me with unusual love and satisfaction. Because of the intensity of our interaction, I was no longer able to think straight.

During those times, I could only focus my attention on Jack. I would gaze into his eyes, which were brimming with love, and allow myself to become absorbed in his passionate and emphatic kisses. That evening, my entire mind and body were preoccupied with everything about him. It was only him and no one else.

The next day, we were back to being mother and son. But this time, we didn’t hold back on the flirting like we used to. Just like now, I was preparing food in the kitchen on our day off when a person from the back came up behind me and hugged me.

“What are you preparing, mom?” he asked as he sneakily took a whiff of scent from my neck and even kissed a spot there.

“It’s pork stew, your favorite,” I answered before turning to face him and lowering the heat in the pot.

Jack kissed me on the lips, closing the distance between us. I returned his kiss and embraced him, putting my arms around his neck. Jack drew me in even further and hugged me. As we tasted each other, our tongues engaged in a lively dance and a fierce battle. Then, to keep working on the meal, I requested that he sit down on the chair first so I could carry on with the preparations. Jack walked back to his seat with a grin on his face and watched as I finished preparing the meal.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Our lives returned to normal, except that Jack and I were now engaged in a love affair that only the two of us could describe. As such, we were aware that we shared the same desires.

While Jack was watching in the living room and I was in the kitchen, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and discovered it was from Benjie, Jack’s uncle. When I went to check my phone a while back, I saw that his number had been blocked. I don’t know how that happened either, but I didn’t give it much thought at the time.

Benjie sent me a text message. It includes the medical center address where Jay’s very ill child is now receiving treatment.

I initially looked at Jack. He was engrossed in watching some basketball games on the television. I decided to seize the opportunity and respond to Benjie. I told him we could just meet at the hospital and talk about it there instead.

“Mom? Who are you speaking with?”

I nearly jumped and almost dropped the phone I was holding. “A-Ah, no one. It’s just Jonah. I’ll see her later.” I lied to Jack. Even up to this point, he has steadfastly refused to listen to anything that has to do with his father. Obviously, saying anything further about her father and uncle contacting me beforehand was not a good idea.

“Today?” Jack sounded like a mischievous teen when he asked again.

The image of Jack when he was much younger brought a smile to my face as I recalled him. I gave him a gentle pat on the head, “Yes, later. Stay here and rest for a while. After all, it is your day off. Enjoy it.”

My son returned my smile. “Would you mind if I went with you instead? It has been a very long time since I have seen Gio.”

Gio was Jonah’s second child, and he and Jack were quite close to one another. Even though Jack is a few years older than Gio, the two of them get along well, particularly when it comes to the fact that they both have a passion for basketball.

“I-I don’t think Gio will be there… What about next time, Aki?” I responded tenderly to my son, hoping to divert his attention. If he knew that I wasn’t going to meet Jonah but was instead going to meet his uncle and father – both of whom he has despised since he was a child – all hell would break out.

This must be kept from him at all costs, no matter what.

I informed Jack that I would be leaving after lunch to meet Jonah. It goes without saying that I have previously disclosed this information to Jonah, who is acting as my alibi. I let her know that I am going to talk to Jay. After some more time had passed, she finally gave in and agreed to act as my alibi.

“Make sure it’s going to be over with in a flash! Marianne, you and I both know how much Aki despises his father. If he finds out about your secret meeting… sigh, I didn’t want to think about it. Honestly, if I were you, I wouldn’t want to speak with that disgusting creature ever again,” Jonah stated with anger over the phone.

I had just left the house and was currently on my way to the hospital where Jay’s child, who he had with another lady, was being treated. I completely understood Jonah’s rage.

“I just feel sorry for the child. I don’t care about Jay anymore,” I explained to Jonah while driving my car.

“Okay, fine. Just let me know if that bitch shows up too. In fact, I’ll be right there in a second!” That’s what Jonah said, and it made me grin. Having best friends indeed was a wonderful thing. They would never abandon you and would always be ready to charge in and take a stand by your side, no matter how humiliating or difficult the situation may have become.

It was obvious that Jonah was referring to Jay’s third wife – or mistress, given that she had cheated on me and chosen that lady, after which he had abandoned Jack and me. I just let out a sigh and thought that maybe we shouldn’t think about what happened in the past any longer.

To avoid becoming trapped in a bitter and depressing yesterday, one should continue moving forward and make an effort not to have too many regrets while creating new and pleasant memories of today and tomorrow.

After Jonah and I finished talking, I went to Jay’s hospital room to see his child. I quickly spotted Benjie, who did the same as he walked up to me and greeted me.

He shouted out, “Marianne.” I’ve never understood why he refuses to call me “sister,” although I’m a few years his senior.

I was going to speak when suddenly Benjie spoke again, and his face appeared to be filled with surprise as he did so. “Aki…”

My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt an adrenaline rush in my veins. Swallowing down nervously, I slowly turned around to find Jack standing there. He had a really serious and dark expression on his face.