FORBIDDEN AFFECTIONS: ADDICTED TO MY STEPMOM

His erection continued to grow in size, and its length became sticky and stiff as its head continued to release a small amount of hot pre-cum. It appeared to have waited a long time to be free, given how it stood and was openly exposed in full view. Jack and I wasted no time. After a brief moment of masturbation, he carefully positioned his penis to my entrance and then slowly pushed it in.

Both of us moan at the sensation. After a brief pause, we locked lips once more before Jack made his move. Jack grasped one of my thighs and lifted it, permitting him to enter even deeper into my heated cave. I could feel how long and tough his penis was. The sensation of it going in and out till it reached the very edge of my privates took me to the point of bursting with pleasure.

Jack licked my spots multiple times, causing me to gasp and moan loudly each time. The fact that he was able to get so deep inside me made even him delighted as his eyes burned with thrill and lust while staring at me.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Aah, I’m cumming, ma,” Jack said as he continued to leave my soaking wet entrance. There are juices coming out of it and I can also see the sticky fluids emitted from Jack’s manhood.

“Me too, aah,” I groaned once as I kissed Jack on the lips. Our tongues met in a frenzied dance before Jack plunged farther in, shooting his load, as we trembled and clung to each other while releasing ourselves at the same time.

I embraced Jack tightly. I got the idea that my lower body had become numb as a result of the extreme sensation brought by the endless intimacy and affection from Jack. I had no choice but to cling to Jack in the end in order to prevent myself from falling off the edge.

Before we entered the bedroom, Jack gently planted a kiss on my forehead and then led the way inside. Then, with great patience, he helped me get a quick bath and change into my pajamas, which brought a different level of comfort and soothing sensation to my body physically and emotionally.

“Go to sleep too. You can continue where you left off tomorrow,” With half-closed eyelids, I told Jack with half-closed eyelids as he placed me down on the bed to relax.

I’ll be finished soon and join you shortly.” After that, he wished me a good night and then gently caressed my hands while murmuring something about how much he loved me.

Jack’s behavior made me smile despite my sleepiness. Even though our arrangement took an unexpected turn and went in a different direction than we had anticipated, he has not lost any of his respect, love, or warmth for me as his mother. It was during these times that I had the realization that no matter how complicated our relationship may appear to be in the eyes of most people, in the end, what mattered most was how we truly feel about each other. And if that emotion was shared on both sides, together with an abundance of love, trust, and respect for one another, there would be no room left for doubt in the relationship. It was unbreakable.

It made me delighted that we got along so well and were even able to solve the challenges we had together. Jack has assured me that he won’t go anywhere without me. When I think about it, I will occasionally tend to laugh. Whatever our present arrangements, I was still his mother and guardian. Yet, he was the one who was constantly looking out for me and making an effort to support me in satisfying both my needs and my wants.

Then again, this wasn’t a fairy tale story.

Not every problem in the world could be solved by a simple act of love…

I let my selfishness get the best of me, and before I knew it, the relationship that I believed was unbreakable finally hit its breaking point.

“Auntie, I’m pregnant, and Jack is the father. Please, I need your help. Jack doesn’t answer my phone calls. Auntie, you’re my final hope. Jack always listens to you, Auntie. Please, please help me reach him.. .”

Crista Perez, Jack’s friend, was standing in front of me. I looked at her, then down to her stomach, and almost couldn’t breathe.

It was clear that she was telling the truth. As she said, she was indeed pregnant.

“Please, auntie…” Crista begged me to help her, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m begging you… I don’t want to abort our child. Please help me explain this to Jack. Auntie, he has to know that I’m pregnant right now. As the child’s biological father, he should take responsibility.”

I just stared at Crista, unable to say anything. The sudden change in events made me feel like my mind had turned into a white sheet of paper.

Today was a day off for me, and Jack was currently not here because he had a meeting he needed to attend. I had just finished cleaning, and I was getting ready to leave to go grocery shopping when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang. And as soon as I unlocked it, a young woman sobbing into her hands revealed herself to me.

And she said that she was pregnant and that Jack was the father of her unborn child.

I clutched my chest and turned to face the other way. In all honesty, I was at a loss for words and had no idea how to respond. Jack almost never committed mistakes or made irresponsible decisions or actions. Since he was a little child, he had always been a model child. His activities outdoors never made me nervous. My kid, when he was younger, was an excellent and responsible child. So now that something like this has occurred… I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed and confused to the point of being dumb-frozen.

What kind of response would a real mother have in these kinds of circumstances?

“Crista, please calm down first,” I said after gathering myself bit by bit and seeing how she had no intention of stopping crying.

Seeing Crista’s nonstop sobbing, my heart began to ache. Slowly, memories from my past came flooding back to me.

I had been there, and I knew exactly how it felt, especially the anguish and pain of asking and begging to be a part of a family that kept turning their backs on me… on me, my kid and I. I had been there.

Jay’s parents were the ones who did it to me and my unborn child.

Those were the times when I felt the sorrow of a mother who had lost a child. Wasn’t this the reason why I loved Jack so much, almost as much as I loved a biological child when he came into my life? Because Jay refused to accept his responsibility for our child and that he did not want to fight for us and try to convince his parents to accept our baby? Back then… I had no one else with me but Jack.

It seemed as though everything had just taken place yesterday when I was holding Jack and asking for help from Jay’s parents, who turned their heads in a different way and never helped us once.

I laughed at the irony of life. This time, I was the one experiencing it. There was a young woman who needed my help, and my son was the one who was most involved in the problem.

Crista was pregnant, and Jack, as the father of the child, ought to be held responsible for whatever transpired and for the circumstances in which she now finds herself.

After taking a few trembling breaths in and out, I turned to Crista and whispered softly while maintaining a soothing tone and smiling: “… I’ll talk to Aki. Dry your tears, sweetheart… And regarding your pregnancy, you should not be worried. Nothing bad will happen to you or your baby.”

I had just spoken the words I needed, which I had never heard before when I was in Crista’s shoes.

Little by little, as my heart broke, my mind began to fill with worries and concerns about the future, and the less-than-sweet smiles began to fade away, finally being replaced by feelings of bitterness and pain.