Jackerman Mother's Warmth 3 Novels & Stories

Mama didn't want her boy to suffer, though. Mama started moving her hand up and down my cock, stroking it firmly but not too hard. She knew how to please a man. I moaned slightly and squeezed her tit, hard. Mama just smiled at me. There was so much love in that smile. She wasn't just happy because we were doing something dirty or because I had finished pleasuring her. She was delighted to be making her son, who she loved, happy. "Jack," she said at a whisper, "It's all right to let go with me, right now. I want you to."

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because of his Omega assistant's lies. I cried and begged the pack members around us to help me put out the fire. "Mom—" My mate and my own son, because of an Omega's lies and their complete lack of trust in me, really killed my mother who didn't have much time left anyway. I stumbled and staggered as I lifted my mother's blood-soaked body onto my back, racing desperately toward the healing center.

“Together.” The knot in my chest loosened slightly. Maybe I could do this. Or at least pretend I could. As we stepped inside, Damian’s mother greeted us with a slow, practiced smile, the kind that belonged on the cover of a magazine—flawless, distant, devoid of warmth. Her gaze flickered over me like she was appraising an antique at an auction, calculating my worth in silence. Her fingers, cool and deliberate, barely brushed against mine as she accepted the champagne.

She Just hopes it won't come to that. " Rest assured ma'am, That won't be necessary." Joahkim replied. He was happy that his mother in-law was an understanding woman. The three chatted before Vera escorted Joahkim back. " Your mother is a lovable woman." He commented. He could tell that from the little time they spend together. She was not only lovable, she is kind and understanding too. " She is." Vera admitted, " until you piss her off." She added. Her mother could be a piece of work if angry. That's why Vera dreaded making her mother angry.

He asked as his mother sighed once again. "Look, Tommy, I'm trying not to be a hater, but that girl is right for you, you need a woman, not a teenage girl," she said as Tommy scoffed, "Jasmine is all the woman that I need, she's a real woman not like those fake, golddiggers, stuck up women that you try to hook me up with," he said as his mother's face hardened in disappointment, "I'm your mother, Tommy, I just want what's best for you," she said as Tommy stood up, "Correction, step-mother, and you have seemed to forgotten your place," he said as his step-mother sat there speechless.

Adrian had his phone out, pretending to take a photo of the river. I caught up, walking beside them. “Much better,” my mother said, looping her other arm through mine. “Now we’re all together.” We walked like that for a while. The three of us connected. It felt wrong. It felt right. I didn’t know what it felt anymore. Back at the hotel, my mother announced she was taking a bath. “You two should have a drink,” she said. “Bond a little. I know you don’t get much time to talk at work.”

She sobbed while saying, “I always miss my mother…*sob* I know she is never going to come back… Why when I cry people tell me to be strong and show their sympathy…..*sob*sob* They don’t understand that it hurts…*sob*… I just miss her, but now when you said I could call you mom…..*sob* It felt like she was back to me… She is here… Accompanying me through my journey…*sob*sob* Thank you, mom… I love you so much.” Mother Smith could feel the pain that Jessica was suffering. After all, she was still young when her mother died. Mother Smith comforted her until she finally calmed down. Giving her a glass of water, Mother Smith cracked a joke which lighted the mood. Jessica finally smiled and they b

I was trembling with rage as I headed straight to Henry's house. Henry answered the door in a bathrobe. It looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower. The moment he saw me, a smug grin appeared on his face. "Well, Jason. To what do I owe the honor?" He dramatically covered his mouth and winked at me. "Did your mother die? Did you come to drag Yvonne back home– "Ahh!" Feeling enraged, I grabbed him by the collar and drove my fist into his face.

Seeing both of them warmed me up but it wasn’t enough to make me feel good. “That’s my girl, Cassandra welcomed me happily, though I least expected that from her, “Mommy’s Bird, what’s wrong with you? Aww, he dumped you, right?” she insinuated. “You can’t just be serious for a second,” I screwed her, pushing her away playfully. “No! no! No! you need this, come on. You know you do like it when I warm you up with a hug,” she yearned, pulling strongly. “Maybe, she needs mine,” my mother woke up and suggested.

“Your time has come.” “No!” Jamal shouted, his heart pounding as he tried to back away. But his legs refused to move, and the Reaper drew closer. “No, I’m not ready! I can’t go!” The Reaper extended its hand, the cold radiating from it like a deathly aura. Just as it was about to touch him, a blinding light exploded from the void. Warmth washed over Jamal, chasing away the chill and the darkness. His mother’s voice grew louder, more insistent. “Jamal! Please, baby, come back to me!”