FORBIDDEN AFFECTIONS: ADDICTED TO MY STEPMOM

When I turned around, I was completely taken aback to find Crista standing in front of me. I couldn’t recover from the shock as she rushed up to me and hugged me. “Auntie! I’m so glad to see you again.”

She took a step back and gazed at me with eyes that were wide with joy and delight. “I- I had no idea you were coming.” I had actually planned to surprise you by visiting you at your apartment. This is such an amazing and wonderful coincidence, auntie!

I just stood there motionless, my thoughts going completely blank for a good second before I took a long breath and turned to look at Crista again. I was going to return her greeting despite the shock and disbelief coursing through my body when another voice cut me off.

“Mom.”

My entire body began to shiver, and it felt to me as though the world had come to a standstill. I took a deep breath and turned around cautiously. It was, of course, none other than Jack.

His features had grown a bit, with his jaw becoming more pointed and his shoulders becoming broader and more manly. He was adorned in a neat open-buttoned shirt. His handsome and youthful features remained, particularly those cheeks and lips that I had often touched and kissed in the past.

Is there a term to describe the sensation you get when you meet a person who, at the same time, seems both unfamiliar and strangely familiar to you? At this very moment, in this specific area, with the distance between us that we had formed, it was how I felt about the man I was staring at.

I tried not to focus on his face too much, but I couldn’t help myself. There were just way too many changes, but at the same time it appeared like nothing had changed at all. But I thought that if there was one thing that had changed the most about him, it would be his eyes.

When I looked into those eyes, I couldn’t help but suppress the temptation to speak out loud.

In the past, whenever these eyes looked at me, they were filled with tenderness and affection. However, at this very moment, they possessed none of those things at all. They were now cold, uninterested, and serious.

As Jack began to move in my direction, I felt an increasing quickening in the rhythm of my heartbeat. As he drew closer to where I was standing, I nearly felt myself becoming weak in my position. Then, as he stood inches away from me, he grinned and hugged me.

“Hi, mom. Did you miss me?” Jack asked as he pressed his face on my neck.

In a matter of seconds, all the thoughts that had been occupying my head began to fade away. I immediately felt myself and my heart softening as soon as I heard Jack’s voice. I sighed. Regardless of the events that transpired, he was and always will be my son. Any previous misunderstandings between us were no longer an issue. When it came to the relationships inside the family, it was never too late to start over, as the saying goes.

Now that Jack has a family, he only regards me as his mother. That was all there was to it, and nothing else.

I was unable to contain my joy, so I gave Jack another hug and said, “Yes. I’ve missed you so much, Aki.” And I was speaking the truth. I truly and terribly missed him so badly.

I couldn’t help but smile as I breathed a sigh of relief. After ignoring one another for an entire year, we were able to start talking with one another once more. We might get back to being as close as we were before. This was more than enough for me; I wouldn’t expect anything else.

The hug from Jack grew tighter around me as I patted him on the head in return. I thought he was just being emotional and maybe wanted to cry because we finally got back together and fixed our broken bond. I even considered laughing and trying to ruffle his hair, but my hands froze up before I could even move or breathe a word.

Because I was mistaken. Because after a few more seconds, even though Crista and her kid were still there on the side, I heard Jack whisper in my ear.

“I miss you more than you think I do right now… mom.”

At his words and tone, my heart slowed to a halt.

It seemed like hours had gone by in only a few seconds. Jack retreated before I could even realize what was happening. Then he gave me a meaningful gaze, which was quickly replaced by a simple smile.

There is no way that I am mistaken. Jack’s voice and tone… That was the kind he would always use whenever we…

Because of the unusual sensation in my body, I hastily bid my goodbyes after giving the flower deliveries over to the organizer. My head was a complete mess and I couldn’t think nor move properly at these sudden and too surprising turn of events. It was just too much.

Despite the fact that I still had other things to deliver to other customers, I left the shop and went straight home. I quickly called the delivery boy and asked for his assistance before making my dizzy way home and locking myself inside.

Jack and the rest of his family have returned. Why though… Why did Jack use such words and why did he tone it down like that?

I tried to correct myself and forget what had happened between the two of us in the past. I assumed he did the same because I didn’t hear anything about him till they returned to the city.

My thoughts were immediately halted by an unexpected thought. Jack… Couldn’t Jack have ordered the flowers from the shop himself?

The thought of it made me laugh. That was unlikely to happen. For the past year, Jack hasn’t cared about me. I have not had any kind of communication from him at all. Because he was so upset, he refused to speak with me. He couldn’t have suddenly remembered me and expressed an interest in seeing me…

“Marianne, pull yourself together; now is not the time. Please,” I whispered to myself as I took several slow, deep breaths in and out of my lungs in an attempt to calm myself down.

As the events unfolded faster than I could keep up with, I opted to drink wine later that night to cope with my mounting anxiety. Since my second daughter Amy was comfortably sleeping in her cradle, I went to the kitchen and hung out there for a while instead of going anywhere else.

While I was drinking, I became overtaken by the bottle of wine, and all of a sudden, I remembered an event that had occurred in the past.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Flashback…

I was on top of Jack’s body, his erection buried inside me as we talked normally.

“What kind of house would you like to live in, mom? I’ll buy you one,” he uttered with a low grunt, his hot breath hitting my neck as he left trailing kisses on my softest spots. There were a few empty wine bottles sitting on the side of the bed. We had just completed drinking while having a conversation, and at this point, we were simply taking pleasure in the time we had to ourselves while being intimately close to one another.

Jack’s erection seemed to be tickling my lower region, and I enjoyed the sensation it gave me. I couldn’t help but sway my waist as I watched him make his movements more and more subtly. “Hm, anything… Aah, Aki.”

I was taken aback as Jack began to move with such intensity; his robust erection moved in and out of me, but he still managed to mutter, “Ugh, aah, what’s that? Tell me about your dreams. I want to know them more.”

“Aahh, aah, nature. I want our house to have a natural feel,” I said as Jack shoved in and out quicker. A large amount of the sticky liquid that was a mixture of both of our releases flowed out of the delicate places where we were connected.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled his cock out as he pushed me onto the bed and moved on top of me. Jack pointed the end of it in the direction of my entrance, but he did not proceed inside. Jack pointed its tip to my entrance but he didn’t enter it.

“How many floors do you want, and what color would you like them to be?” He asked.

When I looked across at Jack, I couldn’t help but gulp in some air as I watched his erection get bigger and bigger. I wanted him so bad, but I knew I had to answer his question first. My answer, which was a touch too eager, was that one storey was sufficient. “Gray .. minimalist. One floor is enough,” came out my little too impatient answer.

Jack let out a lighthearted laugh before he pulled me in, passionately kissing me on the lips with all of his passion and vigor. I tightened my embrace around his neck and gave him an even more passionate kiss in return. Jack massaged my chest while kissing before he opened my legs to insert his extremely hardened cock.

A satisfied moan came out of our lips as we felt we were connected once more. The room was filled with more groans and grunts as we passionately kissed each other while feeling the overflowing love and affection that we had for each other.

We had so much sex in one night that the entire bed was drenched, but neither of us cared due to the intensity and satisfaction we were feeling together.

We knew the excessive warmth and lust we held for each other and had freely dove into the deep well to satisfy each other and ourselves. In and out, fast and brutal, slow and deep. Jack and I almost never stopped making love.

I was especially so overwhelmed with Jack’s love and affection for me but I knew, from the way he held me close to his heart and looked at me, none of it was close to how truly and deeply he felt towards me.