Jackerman Mother Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

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.

He felt both annoyed and amused, realizing he couldn’t keep up with Bonita’s sense of humor anymore. Watching the three women he cared about laughing and chatting warmly, Jeremy felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. His so-called hatred for his mother evaporated. The tuna fettuccine melting in his mouth was proof enough that his resentment was nothing more than an empty pretense. “Why are you looking at us like that?” Bonita asked when she noticed Jeremy eating without complaint. Jeremy shrugged, his mouth too full to answer. Bonita smirked. “You will definitely miss me.” ***

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

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…"

“Mom!” I could hardly believe my eyes. The woman standing before me was my mother. My mother was alive! I could not hold back my emotions any longer. Tears burst from my eyes as I threw my arms around her. “Mom! You scared me! I thought... I thought…” She gently patted my back, comforting me. “There, there. I’m fine, sweetheart. See? I’m perfectly okay.” While we were wrapped in our emotional reunion, Claire and Henry stood frozen, unable to process what they were seeing.

/*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.

She quickly pulled it down and Vincent's angry cock saluted at her like a sword. "Your dick is really unusual in size, Baby Boy. I didn't make a mistake in choosing you." "I will also make sure that the money you're going to pay me wouldn't be wasted, Romana," Vincent answered. "Ssshhh!" Romana applied her index finger to his lips. "Call me Mommy," added the woman. "Okay, Mommy." He picked up Romana and placed her inside the jacuzzi. Vincent gently soaked Romana's body with water using the hand shower. His caresses were careful and tender to increase the warmth that Romana felt.

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 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.

"Inside you is my favourite place in the world, Mom... Oh, God, you're always so warm." Jimmy gasped as he found his way back inside his mother. Chelsea mewled and locked her heels behind Jimmy's butt, pulling him in deeper with her legs. "You're my home, Mom. I belong here."