Jackerman Mother's Warmth 3 Novels & Stories

“If you would accept that wolves are beneath us then you would have no problem handing over that lowly Wolf Queen whore.” My nostrils flare with anger at my Mother calling Jamari a whore for the second time since appearing. “Call Jamari a whore one more time and I will come through thisss barrier and end you.” My voice comes out as a guttural growl as deadly calm coats my words. My Mother takes a step back from the barrier, her hand reaching up to touch her throat. “She really has you wrapped around that finger of hers doesn’t she?” My Mother tilts her head to the side as she studies me. “It’s a shame how far you have fallen over one female that spreads herself amongst two others.”

“Come back to me, sweetie. You’re safe now.” The warmth of her embrace finally brought me back to reality. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into the comfort of her arms, knowing that she would always be there for me when things felt dark and uncertain. Though it would take time for me to heal from the emotional wounds Jasper had inflicted on me, I knew I was stronger than him now—and nothing could stop me from moving forward. “C’mon, I’ll help you into bed,” my mother said as she brushed the hair out of my face with tenderness. I nodded, too exhausted to argue, and allowed her to lead me to the bed. She tucked me in before kissing my forehead and turning off the light.

She uses the flat palm of her hand to rub up and down, and all around Ellie's tight gash. Ellie leans back against her mother, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth spread over her cold little pussy. She lets out a long sigh loving the way her step mother's warmth seems to totally envelop her pussy.

Turning around, she saw her daughter standing in the doorway, her innocent eyes wide with concern. “Mama?” Jasmine’s sweet voice called. “Are we... going to lose our home?” Scarlet’s heart twisted, she felt like a terrible mother who had failed her daughter. Forcing a smile, she walked over to kneel in front of her. “No, honey. Don’t worry about that. I’ll find a way to make it work. You just enjoy your lunch, okay?” But Jasmine was intelligent and could tell her mother was troubled although she nodded regardless. A few hours later, Jasmine had just taken a bath and settled on the couch when she grabbed the remote. She was about to change the channel when something caught her attention,

This family is supported by me, and my mother and grandmother see that and have something to rely on. My mother was a gentle, soft-spoken person who was doted on by her parents before she married, by her husband and in-laws after she married, and by me after my father died. So she has a weak personality, and I have to bear it even if I am angry in front of my mother. That's what Jack saw, and that's why he came to my house to make me. I changed into the slippers the maid handed me, took off my jacket, and took a deep breath, ready to be polite to him. Who knew that without waiting for me to say anything, Jack suddenly came over and grabbed me by the arm.

Her arm trembled from exhaustion. No answer. Her stomach growled. She looked down at her bruised hands. Then the door creaked open. Hope flickered in her chest. Her mother stood in the frame. Not a hair out of place. Silk robe. Nails manicured. Barefoot on marble. Cold eyes. No hug. No warmth. Her gaze scanned Jade’s soaked clothes, ruined eyeliner, swollen face. Please. Just pretend to care. Jade’s heart sank. “Jade,” her mother said, flat and dry. “This isn’t a good idea.”

Her voice lacked enthusiasm. There was a rustling noise inside. “I know you can hear me, long ears.” No response. Jasmine slumped against the door, feeling ninety years old. She braced one palm against it and rested her head against the wood. She felt so tired. “You’re going to see your mother, Wiley, because you’re not a coward. If you need to hate her, at least have the decency to call her a bitch to her face.”

Forced marriage mommy need to work hard Ch-18- [Mother’s touch] Ryle was getting a different comfort after getting Jasmine's touch, just like the comfort a child gets after coming to his mother's lap. But Ryle had never seen her mother, nor had anyone given any information about her.

“I understand. You wanted to protect him—to make sure he had everything. But I love him, too. And I’ll protect him with everything I have.” Jack’s mother stares at me, stunned into silence. For once, she seems unsure of what to say. Jasmine clears her throat with a bright smile, breaking the heavy quiet. “Well,” she says cheerfully, “that was… intense.” Then she turns toward me. “My Queen, before I forget—your adoptive mother said she’ll be here when you give birth.”

The trance broke when the voice of his mother fell upon his ears. Ami Jones, his loving eomma, rubbed both of his arms with a smile that never lost its warmth. "You don't need to do this if you feel afraid or burdened. Wanna go home, sweetie?", she asked gently. Nathan shook his head as he held his mother's hand, bringing them up to kiss her palms.