Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

Because if history had proven anything, it was that Cali men didn’t stay innocent for long. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Jeremy found them in the nursery an hour later. His presence filled the doorway, his sharp gaze scanning over both women before settling on JJ. Mama didn’t look up when she spoke. “You should hold him more.” Jeremy raised a brow. “I do.” Mama finally met his stare, her gaze unreadable. “Not enough.” Jeremy let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders before stepping inside, his movements smooth, controlled, deliberate. He came to a stop in front of the rocking chair, looking down at the tiny bundle wrapped in white.

She must be the one that poured water on me and who is she anyway? "Who are you and what right do you have to pour water on me in such cold weather?!" I snapped. She scoffs. I'm still freezing to death right now. "You have got some nerves as the woman that raised you," the woman said. She sounds like she knows me and my mother. "I ask you who you are and why you poured cold water on me knowing fully well that I must be freezing to death since I slept outside." I grime "She is my mother and she poured water on you because it's time for you to wake up and do the chores," Jake said icily as he approached us. What! She is his mother, she doesn't actually appear on television so I can't recognize

She sat beside her mother for a moment as her parents watched the news, then her mother reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, smiling. “I’m going to bed.” Jasmine rose to her feet and kissed the top of her mother’s head. “Oh, my!” A broad smile spread across her mother’s face. “That’s another thing I’d like to speak with you about.” Jasmine let out a deep breath. “I’d like us to be a bit more affectionate, if we can.” Her mother nodded, squeezing her hands. “I’d like that, too, dear.” “Okay, as long as we don’t all start sinking Kumbaya or something,” her father grumped, never taking his eyes off the screen.

Agent Jane watched as Rashonda started rocking back and forth on the bed while caressing her son’s arm. The FBI agent came and sat beside Rashonda on the bed while smiling at three-year-old Jamal. Jamal studied the wrinkles on the face of this white woman sitting next to his mother. Rashonda kept her attention on her baby and she kissed Jamal’s fingers. The young mother felt the tension in her body dissolving a little. She watched as her son used his small fingers to draw across his mother’s shoulder.

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

"How could you do this to us? What have I ever done wrong? Where did I go wrong to have given birth to such a horrible and vicious daughter like you? I don't want to live anymore!" Mom screamed before rushing over to the table to bash her head against the corner. Everyone quickly held her back. Isaac's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me. "Irene Sherman! Are you happy only if you completely destroy and tear the family apart like this?" Meanwhile, Mom kept trying to kill herself, and the rest of the family hurriedly brought her out of the room.

As Jenna moved and repositioned herself so she was face to face with her mother, Kim looked at Terri and I saying, "Damn that girl knows how to lick my pussy and make me have mind-blowing orgasms." Jenna leaned down and kissed her mother passionately before saying, "Mom, you sure know what a girl needs to make her feel special too. Your tongue is like a magic wand when it passes over my lil clitty. I love you so much mom." All this time Terri continued to ride up and down my cock as she watched and listened to Jenna and Kim. I felt Terri use her pussy muscles to squeeze my cock on the up stroke and release them on the down stroke. I looked up at Terri saying, "If you continue to do that, I'm

"WELL, THIS IS MY HUSBAND'S HOUSE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE HOW I BEHAVE IN IT, YOU CAN ALWAYS GET YOUR OWN HUSBAND AND MOVE OUT OF THIS HOUSE." I shrugged. "Or I could just get my own apartment and move out of your husband's house." I retorted cheekily, rolling my eyes as she collapsed into the chair beside me in frustration... signs of her morphing into another character; her personal favorite... what I call the vulnerable crybaby. Dad and I watched on as she began to shed tears. Don't ask me, I don't know if they are real or not... ergo it beats me too how she's able to rapidly summon them when she needs to.

James turned to his mother and asked. "Yes. There is no point in hiding it. He had always been a snake just like his mother." Mrs. Watson spat the words in disgust "Is that why you killed my woman?" Jerry walked in front of her, his aura changing to a powerful one with no emotions. He looked cold and full of hatred at the woman he had known as a mother all those years.

She made sure she watched him drive away before heading up to her mother’s apartment. As she walked up, she could feel the judgemental stares of the residents. Didn’t these people have a life? Why were they still gossiping at nine o’clock. She finally got to the door of her mother’s apartment and she knocked on the door. The door opened a few seconds later and her mother came out. “Jasmine? What are you doing here?” she asked in shock. “We need to talk,” Jasmine said and entered the apartment. She took off Justin’s jacket thereby exposing her torn shirt and scratch marks on her chest.