Mother's Warmth 2 Jackerman Novels & Stories

Mom hung on every word, laughing in all the right places, tossing in happy little jokes only people their age would find hilarious. Jack felt fake-smiling. And in all of it, he never stopped. He fucked me with his fingers under the linen tablecloth, slow and deep and merciless. He drew it out until my thighs, and my nipples were so hard they hurt against the shirt. He kept me teetering on the edge, never letting me go, or come. Sweat beaded at my hairline. My fork scraped the plate too loud. Mom tilted her head. Her eyes sparkled with that clueless maternal curiosity.

When I look up, Bob Woods is standing in front of me, a wrathful but satisfied look on his face. Bob's face is red and his eyes are filled with scorn as he seethes, "You will never be his mother, Destiny." Bob turns to a shaking Jack and screams at him, "She will never be your mother! She's a barren woman and she has never had a child of her own! She’s not your mum, and she will never be, you hear me?!" Despite the pain that stuns my face I push Bob away and get in front of Jack. He shouldn't be getting screamed at on his birthday because he protected me and I won’t allow that, "Leave him out of this."

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.”

Mom buries her face in Lisa's pussy, while I pound her from behind, holding her hips with my hands. "Oh mama! Yes! That feels so good!" Lisa moans. I slam harder into Mom's pussy, pushing her face against Lisa's snatch with every downward thrust of my cock. This is unfuckingbelievable! I'm fucking my mother from behind as she goes down on my twin sister. It doesn't get any better than this. At least that's what I think until Mom pulls her head up from Lisa's pussy and looks over her shoulder at me. "Put it in my ass, Jack," she says, "I want you to fuck my ass." Oh my god! I pull my hard cock out of my mother's dripping, wet pussy and put the head against her tight round asshole.

He walked out in a hurry. Jack glared at his back, his mouth forming a tight pout. "I don’t need your guards to look after me," he muttered, his teeth pressing tight. "I am capable of taking care of myself and my mommy." He would not have allowed this man to approach his mother. He had to endure him since she was interested in him. Meanwhile, his assistant hurried over to him. "Sir, how are you feeling now?" "I am fine," Jack snarled. "Nothing has happened to me. I just pretended to be sick to bring my mommy back."

“My mother is originally from a pack in the northwest, but she moved here with my father when he found her to be his mate.” “Hmm,” Jack looked at him curiously. “Well, it’s great to meet a man our Ela has spoken only good things about for the last several months. Meeting you first must be a great relief to her,” Jack said, squeezing my shoulder a bit tighter. He does that action often when he is acting protective. It’s like he’s trying to lend me some of his strength. Again, it’s a familiar touch Cherum used to do to try and comfort me. “I’m here too,” another familiar voice spoke up from behind Cherum. My smile slid off my face, knowing that this was inevitable.

Mary's wisdom continued to be a source of strength for her, and the bond between them grew stronger with each passing day. Through the complexities of motherhood, Samantha learned the profound truth that it wasn't about perfection but about love, care, and the unwavering support of those who cared for her. Jack's mother presence in her life was a constant reminder that she wasn't alone, and together, they embraced the beautiful, though challenging, journey of raising a child with love and resilience. One sunny morning, as Samantha was gently making her baby to fall asleep, she received a call from Jack, who had been out running errands in the nearby town. The familiar ringtone filled the roo

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.

Jack said, as his eyes darken, remembering those time where his mother cry. “But despite those, she never tell me to hate them. They says they have their own reason to work like that. Besides, her good friend, an Omega was work there as a maid and I can see that what my mother says was right. She’s a good one, and I lover her as my nanny,” Jack said, his eyes glistening with love to whic Brianna never saw it before.