FORBIDDEN AFFECTIONS: ADDICTED TO MY STEPMOM

“What’s going on?” Mom asked me as she stepped forward, turning immediately to Crista for help, but I stopped her.

“Don’t help her,” I murmured, displaying no emotion in my voice.

To my astonishment, my mother released the grasp I had on her arm and went to check on Crista, who was already lying on the ground with her tears continuously falling down.

“Crista, relax and take a deep breath,” Mom said as she tried to rub Crista’s back.

Crista’s sobbing became even more intense and louder as she was held by mom, shaking and sobbing as though she was a victim the entire time she was clinging to her. I scoffed, my vision turning red at what I saw.

I was aware that there were other people staring out the window and door, but at that point, I didn’t care. I separated mum and Crista as forcefully as I could. I was able to stop her from speaking and reprimanding me for my actions before she could say anything.

I only needed to say it once for everyone in the house to halt what they were doing: “I’m not Yohan’s father.” After that, there was complete and utter silence, and the only sound that could be heard anywhere in the area was Crista wailing.

I stopped waiting for mom to respond and instead just dragged her out of the home with me without waiting for a response. I also asked Aunt Jonah and Gio, who at the time were holding Amy and appeared surprised when they saw my face, as swiftly as I could.

As we moved further, the air around us began to fill with whispers. I also met Crista’s parents halfway, but I didn’t respond when they called my name. During those times, I lost the ability to hear anything other than the cries of my own heart. When I gave it some thought, I came to the conclusion that from that point forward, I would concentrate solely on paying attention to my needs and desires.

That evening, after Uncle Gio and Aunt Jonah had left, I made the decision to talk to my mother and shared everything that I had discovered from Troy with her. Mom ended up being just as perplexed as I was, and she even inquired of me several times as to whether or not I was certain of the situation.

“Mom, it’s the truth,” I whispered softly in the living room while we talked. “I… I can’t even begin to explain how furious I am right now, mom. M ore so at that time… I had no idea what to do. I wanted to hurt her so badly, you see, I wanted to get even with her, but I know it would be terrible. But I – I just can’t help but feel upset about this. Even now, I still…”

Mom wrapped her arms around me and comforted me as I sobbed on her chest. She was aware of how deeply I had been hurt by a lot of things, and she understood that the moment I found out I had gotten Crista pregnant, worry and anxiety began to creep up inside of me. People were quick to pass judgment on me, and they expected me to accept responsibility for my actions. Even Crista’s parents reprimanded me for being too careless and not addressing my obligation. They said I should take responsibility for what I did to their daughter, else, they would sue me.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I had no choice but to comply with what was expected of me. I was put in a position where I had to make a decision and give up things that I really wanted. In that particular year, I went away with a sad heart, abandoning behind both mom and our child to fend for themselves. But there is no way that could ever take place again. Never again will I allow myself to be separated from her.

My eyes continued to fill with tears as I inched my way closer to my mom’s lips. I passionately kissed her, and she responded by returning the gesture in an instant. I gave her a strong embrace, and as the heat flowed between us, it gave us both an odd feeling. This feeling was generated by a variety of emotions, many of which only the two of us knew and thoroughly understood.

Mom and I had a gentle kiss, our feelings transferring from moment to moment along with each and every touch. Every time we kissed, I was reminded of the anguish in my heart, but at the same time, with every kiss and touch from her, I felt that everything would turn out all right.

After a bit, I prepared to enter her. I had already reached my limit, and she was also drenched to the skin. While I was inserting my cock into her eager entrance, I removed the remaining piece of fabric that was covering our bodies.

Mom gave me her whole and unambiguous consent, without making any false assertions or putting on any type of act.

I moved gently as I buried myself even farther within her, the one and only woman I yearned for more than anybody else. Mixed feelings from the day’s events caused my body to move aggressively and stiffly.

My mother was able to sense all of the feelings that were coursing through me, and she embraced them. I cradled her closely and sank my teeth into her flesh, allowing myself to penetrate to the depths and nooks that only I could access.

“Aki… Ahh,” she cried out as she moaned while clinging to my body and calling out my name.

I continued to come in, sweaty and gasping for air as I sped up and increased the intensity of my pace with mom.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I said again and over to my mother as I repeatedly claimed and marked her as mine.

It was no longer necessary for me to suppress these sentiments within me. It wasn’t necessary for me to act as though it didn’t happen or that it was wrong. I love Mama more than a child loves his parent, but that is not something that either of us should deny nor try to hide.

We no longer have a reason to.

And no matter what happens in the future, we know we can face and solve problems as long as we are together. Only the three of us, including our daughter Amy.

Finally, I am free to love and own her from now on.

And even that, nothing or no one will be able to interfere or stop it anymore.