Jackerman Mother's Warmth 3 Novels & Stories

We’d stumbled upstairs, still sticky from the living room, and Mom turned the shower on with a wicked grin. “Clean-up time,” she’d said, stripping us both. Now the three of us are slick with soap and sweat, bodies sliding together under the spray. Jace grips my hips, pulling me onto him deeper, the burn of his thickness making my toes curl. Mom’s free hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. She drops to her knees, water cascading over her, and licks a hot stripe up my clit. The double assault (her tongue flicking, his cock driving) has me moaning loud enough to echo off marble.

That same night, they arrived at Jack's mother's small, home was kind of hidden in a quiet, rural village. It appears that Jack had already informed his mother of their coming, so immediately they arrived, she led them inside the house. As they entered, Samantha couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and peace. The house was warm with walls adorned with family photos and the sweet aroma of home-cooked meals lingering in the air. Samantha sat on a well-worn sofa, her thoughts continuing. Jack's mother, a kind and gentle woman with a warm smile, took a seat across from her. Emily, the ever-watchful friend of Samantha and her baby, remained close by.

As she reached the gate, it was also the exact moment when the screen door opened, emerging her middle-aged mother who was wearing a loose dress, and of course, a smile on her face. “Oh, my dear!” Excitedly, Gemini rushed toward the gate and opened it for her. She still hasn’t got in when her mother straightly embraced her in her arms. Georgia tightened the hug as her eyes closed to savor the moment. The warmth from her mother’s body awakened something in her–something that she thought had already been resolved, only to realize at this very moment that it was just buried and not thrown away.

Then, I saw him make a sad smile, brushing my hair so gently. "It's fine, Erina. You don't have to force yourself to tell me the details. We will always be here for you even times get rough." Out of my instinct, I plunged myself into his arms, tightening myself in his warmth. It's calming, compelling me to close my eyes to relax for a moment. I creep out a smile in satisfaction. I do love getting an embrace like this. It feels like home. Recklessly, my mom slams the door. "Honey! Didn't I tell you to get Erina?!--- Oh!"

Jackson drives, relaxed, quiet, focused, refusing to allow good music to stream out of the radio, choosing instead old country ones from a rock station that crackles every few moments. He doesn’t talk much, but he doesn’t have to. I can tell he’s starting to breathe again. It’s not obvious, but I don’t have to look too much to see through him. It’s in the looseness of his grip, the way his shoulders stop living under his ears and rest more than usual. When we finally pull up in front of my mom’s house, she’s already standing at the porch, wiping her hands on her apron like she’s been expecting us.

I couldn't help but feel my heart ache, though there was nothing I could do about it. It was the evening of the seventh day when Mom was helped into the funeral hall after taking her medicine. She placed her emaciated hand on Kendrick's shoulder and said, "Jasmine nearly cut ties with me back then just to save you, Kendrick." Kendrick turned his head stiffly, his eyes widening in shock. He could hardly recognize the white-haired woman with a hollow look in her eyes. He could hardly believe that the woman before him was Mom, the one who used to warmly call him "Kenny" and cook his favorite BBQ ribs.

"Mom…I'm so cold." My entire body was submerged in icy water. My skin had taken on a blue hue from the cold, and I trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, there was a sound outside the house. I opened my eyes and, using every bit of strength I had left, climbed out of the bathtub and staggered toward the door. It must be my mom. She must have changed her mind and come back for me. I had worked so hard this year. Surely she would forgive me.

As he walked to the van, the woman took courage and asked him, "By any chance, is something wrong? —By any chance, is something wrong? Jack looked at her and shook his head. As he answered her curiosity. —It's just that I have to stop by the surveillance team to inform them about the new instructions. I can't allow my father to re—enter the village without our authorization. I can't let him hurt you next time, and because you are quite naive, you could easily fall into one of his traps. —I am not naive. The woman said that while pouting. The man smiled as he looked at Amanda and stroked her head. That gesture bothered the woman a little, who said to him. —You see you treat me like a child.

My mother came through at eight. She saw Jennifer at the island and her face did the warm thing, the genuine pleasure of seeing someone she approved of for her daughter. She had always liked Jennifer. Jennifer had the specific quality of a person that mothers found reassuring — the ease of her, the warmth, the directness that read as confidence rather than difficulty. “You stayed,” my mother said. “You have a guest room,” Jennifer said. “It would have been rude not to.” My mother laughed. The real laugh, the unguarded one.

mom murmured, letting her legs fall open wide as he started to push his way inside her. "You gonna fuck your mom?" Frankie asked me as he gasped, while we watched Tank push in even deeper, groaning as he seriously began to pound my mother. "I don't know," I said. I was conflicted. Because I was feeling so horny right now, watching my mom getting railed, I would have fucked my eighty-year-old grandmother if she was the one naked on the bed, with her legs spread, just begging me to plow her. "Well, I've got a nice big load building up, that I'm gonna love planting in that sweet little pussy," Jack told us, furiously beating his meat as we watched Tank get up on his hands and really begin to ri