Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

If they heard anything at all that they didn't like, they would end the call before the three minutes were up and maybe even harm my kids. "Mummy, I really hate it here! I want to come back home to you... I miss you so much it hurts," Jasmine said, taking a hand to her chest as she massaged it. I understood what she was doing because she had learned it from me. Whenever I was nervous or feeling sad, I massaged my chest to help ease my nerves or pain. "I miss you too, my pumpkin. I miss all of you... Mummy will be with you soon," I said in consolation. I glanced at Jeremy and issued an instruction to him, "Jeremy, take care of your siblings, okay?"

I held the DVD, tomorrow the player would arrive. The next section, Mom and Jackie making out, rubbing their bodies together. Mom fingering her daughter's soaked pussy. Jackie, two fingers in her mom's pussy, and finally, Mother and daughter in a sixty-nine. Jack standing over them, masturbating. Oh, to be a fly on that wall.

she says. "I know, Mom." Jeremy says. "And I really appreciate everything you've done." He flexes his ass muscles and grinds his hips against her to emphasize his point. "Especially, how you saved your pussy for me and took care of me every day when I returned from my sessions with Aunt Sara," he smiles. What? All this time I thought he was jacking off, he and his mother were...

He told her about the complex emotions, seeking to find the answers he seek for from the maternal presence beside him. His mother listened intently, absorbing every emotion that accompanied the wordings of his story. Her eyes reflected a myriad of understanding, empathy, and an unwavering motherly love. It was a moment suspended in time, where the boundaries between mother and son dissolved, leaving room only for shared humanity. When Jack's narrative found its natural pause, there was a silence that hung between them. It was a moment of contemplation, a bridge connecting the generations, and a testament to the resilience of familial bonds.

"Do not give me that look. I hate seeing you beg. You now I am not that cruel when it comes to you." He took out two folded bills and waved them in the air. "Hey Shy, why don't you go out and get some food for us, i'll take care from here. Our daughter has finally arrived home, it wouldn't be nice if we don't at least have her fed, right?" My mother opened her lips to complain, but Jack gave her a glance. Something flowed between them—silent and dangerous. "Fine," she murmured before taking her coat and stepping out the door.

The shadows under her eyes and slightly agape mouth gave the impression that her senses had drifted away. "Is my mother's condition getting worse again?" Frank stopped the video and examined it more closely. Jeremy didn't dare answer. He kept holding the tablet, letting his little brother do whatever he wanted. "What a vicious woman." Frank grumbled then tapped the screen twice. The video played again.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, “Great. So he’s not just some disgruntled ex. He’s a real threat. This complicates things.” “Exactly,” Jack replied, his jaw tightening, “Amanda needs to be careful, and so do we. If this guy finds out she’s reached out to us, who knows what he’ll do?” Before I could respond, I caught sight of Mother entering the living room, her presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. She had that determined look on her face, the one that usually accompanied her attempts at manipulation. “Jack,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with an undercurrent of something more unsettling.

She really wanted to leave here so that what happened to her mother wouldn't happen to Grandma. Alex hugged his wife tightly, "That's not your fault." He calmed her down. “Alex. My father said I killed my Mom. But I’m not. That's why they kicked me out of the house..." ….…………… Meanwhile at Mayor Wellbert's residence there was a commotion that made all the maids astonished. “THAT DAMN BITCH!” Jasmine shouted as she threw away one by one her expensive bags on the floor. She was on rage and her mother, Susan, could only close her eyes and calmed herself so as not to scold her beloved daughter.

“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.”

My head was hazy, and my vision spun. "Well, well, enjoying your cozy little life, are you? Not only were you responsible for my son's death, but you also left Sarah to fend for herself without a care. Today, I'm going to see exactly how deep your shamelessness runs." The woman standing before me was none other than Jeremy's mother, Alice Burnett. Before I could even speak, she dug her nails into my face and clawed at me relentlessly. Though I empathized with her grief over losing her child, I knew I was blameless.