Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

Their fingernails scratched against the metal, making a sound that set teeth on edge. "Mom! Mom, open the gate!" "The slums are too cold! The rats are biting my feet! I'm so hungry... I want your lasagna!" "Mom, we were wrong! That Sofia is a damn whore! She took all the hidden cash and ran! We only have you now!" Mia cried until snot and tears smeared across her filthy face. "Mom, I don't want to be a beggar anymore. The thugs we used to bully spit on me now... Please, let me back in. I promise I won't complain about you being mean ever again!"

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

I only felt tired, so exhausted. I knew it was time for me to leave. That night, I appeared in my mom's dream for the first time, just to say goodbye. In the dream, she looked the way she once had: polished, confident, a powerful woman admired by others. She sensed my presence and turned around. Shock filled her face. "Erwin… Is that you? Did you come to see me?" She shouted excitedly and rushed forward, trying to hug me. "I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?"

/*end of flashback*/ Em felt her heart shattered in pieces. Jack was never weak. He stood strong when his brother and father were murdered. He didn’t lose himself when his mother slipped into her sub space. He was there when Em lost her only baby. He held her, helped her to stay put. But now. She couldn't do anything to help him. She was so helpless. "Hi Jack. How you doing? I made prawn soup. Its soo yummy". She approached Jack who was sitting in the window.

He turned, and there was his mother, her skin glowing softly, her voice radiating through the air like a whispered melody. "My son. To whom I love the most," she said, her words echoing with a ghostly resonance. Her other hand touched the other side of his face, soft as a memory. "I'm sorry your life wasn't the best. I'm sorry that I left you the way I did. I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me. Just know this: I will always love you, my little Joker." "I love you too, Mom," Jack whispered. She smiled, then phased into a hundred tiny glowing butterflies, scattering like light through the car. Alice and Anne started talking again, oblivious to what had happened, their conversatio

Her gaze was full of longing, but she wore a conflicted expression. After a long moment, she sighed and said quietly, "Liam, your mother and I are good friends. I watched you grow up. I… Although I may want to, my conscience doesn't allow it. Now, be good, and pull your zipper back up. Let's… Let's continue…" I nodded, looking disappointed. "Okay." After pulling my zipper up, I asked Ms. Lawson where we had left off. She paused for a moment, then said, "I don't remember…"

“Oh, now you're accusing me of being insincere?” “It's pretty obvious. You're nothing but an egoist. All you care about is taunting me and reminding me of my loss. I might not have had Eric with me all these years. He might not know that I'm his mother but I can assure you that he'll figure it out eventually. Do you think the truth will stay hidden forever? Or wait, you think I'll give up on my son and won't fight for his custody? Just watch and see..” My voice was firm, raw with emotions and determination. Jasmine just stared at me like she'd seen a ghost. My words must have felt like a punch to her gut.

To win the money for my heart surgery, my mother—a PhD in artificial intelligence—entered a televised quiz show. After answering nine questions correctly, she faced the easiest one: “What does AI stand for?” “Alien Internet,” she answered. Everyone froze. It was the final question, and the prize money was the only thing that could save my life. The host gave her another chance. My family begged her to reconsider. Doctors warned that my heart could stop at any moment. But my mother refused to change her answer. She thought this was the perfect time to teach our family a lesson. She never knew my heart was about to give out. I couldn't wait for her anymore.

My back hits the wall behind me and I slide down it until I’m sitting on the floor with my hand on my cheek and my mouth open and no sound coming out. I don’t understand. I was telling the truth. I was using my good manners voice. I was just saying what’s real. I don’t understand why the truth made her hand come at my face. “Don’t you EVER call that woman your mother.” Jessica is above me and her voice is shaking and her hand is still in the air. “I am your mother. I CARRIED you. She sews JACKETS. That does not make her your MOTHER.”

How was I supposed to say she was my mother while she was behaving in this unnatural way? “Amber... you don't understand the gravity of the situation. Your father is a dangerous criminal; he could kill Jake, and I'm sure he'll come here if I don't get back to him. Please, Amber, I am the woman who gave birth to you. You have to listen to me at least once in your life. Listen to me. You have to open this door and let me out. Please don't do this... Don't destroy me like this; I'm your mom, please...” she babbled from inside, already crying.