Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 248: It’s My Stepmom

"It’s who?" Elizabeth asked, her voice sharp with surprise, her eyes blinking rapidly as she leaned forward, trying to process what she’d just heard. Her naked shoulder brushed mine, her wine glass forgotten as she stared at me, her smirk gone, replaced by wide-eyed curiosity.

I exhaled softly, my cheeks flushing, my fingers fidgeting on my thigh as I looked down at the floor, avoiding her gaze. "It’s my mom..." I said, my voice low, almost a whisper, the words heavy with the weight of truth.

"Your mom!?" Elizabeth’s voice rose, her eyes widening further, her hand pausing mid-air as if she’d misheard, her expression caught between shock and disbelief.

"I mean... my stepmom!" I corrected quickly, my voice rushed, my heart racing as I looked up at her, my cheeks burning hotter. "Aeri. She’s my stepmom." The clarification felt necessary, but it didn’t ease the tension, the theater’s dim light casting shadows across my face as I braced for her reaction. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Ohh, stepmom..." Elizabeth said, nodding slowly, her voice softening as she leaned back, her eyes still blinking, clearly struggling to wrap her head around it. "I see..." She trailed off, her expression thoughtful, her fingers reaching for the cigarette box on the armrest.

She pulled one out, her movements deliberate, and lit it with a soft *click* of the lighter, the flame flaring briefly before she took a drag, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curled toward the ceiling.

"So... what’s the story behind that?" she asked, her tone curious but gentle, her eyes locking onto mine. "You don’t just fall for your stepmom out of nowhere, do you?"

I exhaled heavily, my shoulders slumping, my gaze dropping to the floor as memories flooded back—painful, warm, complicated. "Yeah... I mean..." I said, my voice faltering, my fingers tightening on my thigh as I tried to find the words.

The movie’s soft dialogue hummed in the background, the couple’s voices a faint whisper, but my mind was far away, lost in the past.

"I’m an orphan," I started, my voice low, the weight of the words pulling me back. "I don’t know who my real mom was. My dad... he left me on the street when I was a kid, just a little boy. Didn’t even look back." I paused, my throat tightening, the memory sharp and raw. "Then Aeri... she was just a college student at the time, barely out of her teens herself. She found me, took me in, gave me a home."

Elizabeth’s eyes softened, her cigarette dangling between her fingers as she listened, her expression shifting from curiosity to something deeper, more empathetic. "Ohh..." she said, her voice quiet, sincere, her head tilting slightly as she took another drag, the smoke curling around her. "That’s... heavy, Ezra. She really stepped up for you, huh?"

I nodded, a faint smile tugging at my lips, my heart aching with the memory of Aeri’s kindness—her warm hugs, her late-night talks, the way she’d made me feel safe. "Yeah, she did," I said, my voice soft, my eyes still on the floor.

"She took me in," I said, my voice low, my eyes fixed on the floor as memories flooded back. "Looked after me, helped with my education, everything, like I was her own kid."

I paused, my throat tightening, Aeri’s face vivid in my mind—her warm smile, her late-night talks, the way she’d made me feel safe.

"But to me, she was different. She was..." I trailed off, my fingers fidgeting on my thigh, searching for the right word, the weight of my feelings too big to pin down.

"A light you can’t live without," Elizabeth said, her voice soft but certain, completing my sentence as if she’d plucked the words straight from my heart.

I turned to face her, my eyes widening, my breath catching as her words hit home. "Hmm?" I said, startled, my heart racing as I met her gaze, her eyes glinting with understanding in the dim light.

"Aeri is the light you can’t live without," Elizabeth said again, her voice gentle, her cigarette dangling, her eyes searching my face with a knowing warmth.

"Yeah... right... that’s who she is to me," I said, nodding slowly, a wave of relief washing over me as I exhaled, my shoulders relaxing. The truth felt raw but freeing, Aeri’s place in my heart laid bare in the theater’s quiet glow.

Elizabeth chuckled, her laugh low and teasing as she took a drag of her cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curled toward my face, the sharp scent stinging my nose.

"Hehe, kid’s in some serious love since his childhood," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned back, her big boobs shifting slightly, catching the screen’s flicker.

I smiled, my cheeks flushing, my heart lightening at her playful tone. "Can say so," I said, my voice soft, a small laugh escaping as I leaned back, the leather creaking under me, the movie’s soft dialogue a faint hum in the background.

Elizabeth’s expression shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took another drag, her gaze flicking to the screen.

"I feel bad for her," she said, her voice quieter now, her cigarette glowing red as she exhaled. She leaned closer, her left hand reaching over, stroking my dick with a slow, deliberate touch, feeling its hardness as her smirk returned. "Here you are, naked, all hard for me, stealing her man."

I gasped softly, my breath hitching at her touch, my cock twitching under her fingers, the heat of her words and her hand sending a jolt through me. "Ahm... you leave me no choice," I said, my voice shaky but teasing, a grin tugging at my lips as I met her gaze, her boldness pulling me back into the fire despite the ache of Aeri in my chest.

Elizabeth laughed, her hand pulling back as she took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"So, what happened then?" she asked, her tone shifting to curiosity, her naked thigh brushing mine as she leaned forward. "Have you proposed to her yet? Told her how you really feel?"

I swallowed hard, my heart racing, Aeri’s face flashing in my mind—her rejection, the way she’d pushed me away, the pain of her saying it wasn’t right. My fingers tightened on my thigh, the movie’s soft dialogue fading into the background as the theater’s dim light cast shadows across Elizabeth’s naked skin.