Mother's Warmth 2 Jackerman Novels & Stories

“What? The house is signed over, the money’s in your account, and now you’re backing out?” Auntie Benita came closer, a cigarette between her fingers. “Charlotte, you’re not well. The Don only brought me along just in case.” She blew smoke at Mommy. “If you collapse, the Don can only see to you, and I’ll be the one looking after Isa.” Mommy’s body went stiff. It took her a while to say, “I’m doing fine today. I don’t need you.” “Marco.” She looked at him, her voice low. “Send her home. Let’s have one day together. It might be the last one.”

Charmaine saw a birth-mark on her neck. Mrs. Charmaine held her back and stated vividly at the birthmark. A memory appeared in front of her and she remembered something from the past; playing with a kid, looking at the kid's neck, the kid crying, kids playing together and parents laughing and chatting. "Is everything okay, ma?" Carissa queried. Carissa's words got Mrs. Charmaine out of the memory and she came back to reality in shock. Mrs. Charmaine shook her head and quickly let go of Carissa. She smiled and apologized. "Everything is okay. I am sorry."

I whisper. “I’m gonna hit him again!” Mom sing-songs from the kitchen. Dad full-on facepalms. “Jacob, listen to me. Their love makes you worthy. You know the shit we went through in Mathias’ pack. What we survived. What we became. And your mom still loved me. That made me worthy.” I just sit there, stunned. Quiet. “…Shit,” I whisper. “You guys are right.” “Duh,” Mom says cheerfully. “Now wash up and help set the table. Food’s ready in five.”

"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.

Jack countered, his voice firm, "She can't hate you. She is disappointed a little since the cops informed you about my mother, but you never reached for her." "I was lost, back then. Jack, trust me," I replied, taking my head back from his chest, "I love aunt as much as I love my mother." "I know," Jack gently said, wiping my tears off my cheeks with the back of his hand, "She loves you too- maybe more than us. That is why stop crying and go to her. Perhaps your presence could wake her up." And Jack gently guided me to my feet.

Max listened quietly, absorbing every word with the patience of someone who had seen too much. Just as Jack finished, a car pulled up at the gate. He didn’t need a second glance to recognize Jessica as she stepped out. Beside her was an older woman whose resemblance to Vera was uncanny. If not for the faint wrinkles on her face, Jack could have mistaken her for Vera herself. Her hair was dyed, still dark and glossy like Vera’s. Her movements, her poise, the grace in her steps, all mirrored the woman Jack had come to love. He didn’t need an introduction to know this was Vera’s mother.

"Come again?" Tara stroked his cock through his boxers and smiled as her mother sat on the bed beside them. "Mummy has told me all about you, how much you love and care for her, how much you helped her get her life back and that it was you that helped her find me. I can never thank you enough for that and neither can she, but we're sure as hell going to spend the rest of our lives trying. So Jack, if you think your heart's strong enough, get ready for the time of your life."

"Go on honey, fuck your mommy's titties harder, sweetie. That's it... harder... Oh God... she wants you to come all over them baby. Pleeeasse." Jackie was now, quite literally, blasting his achingly rigid cock as hard and as fast as he could, up and in between his mother's tits. Using his hands to squeeze his mom's tits even tighter around his cock, the resulting tunnel of tit flesh felt absolutely exquisite. Angie thrusted her chest up towards her son's manhood, trying her best to induce him to cum as she once more pleaded for him to do so... "Come on sweetie, fuck them harder, and come for your Mommy... please honey... pleeaasse... fuck them... that's it... ah-huh... yeah... fuck them swee

It was wrong but it was survival and I didn’t complain when I went to bed with a full tummy and dressed in warm clothes. “Jack has always been wired differently and maybe our mom had a lot to do with that. She’s the nicest, sweetest and most selfless female in creation. Meanwhile, the Queen? I think she’s too lost looking for her own purpose. My mom is extremely hands on but the Queen is distant. She’s not the lovey type. Too serious and too proper.

Arthur looked directly into the camera lens, which meant he was looking directly into Jack’s eyes across the span of twenty years, "then the subject—Jack—has successfully breached the Alcatraz perimeter and reached the Core." "He's my son, Arthur, not a 'subject'," the woman next to him—Jack’s mother, Elena—snapped gently. She stepped closer to the camera. Her eyes were warm, but full of a terrifying, calculated intelligence. "Hello, Jack. If you're seeing this, it means you're alive. It means the System worked." "System?" Jack whispered. The word tasted like ash in his mouth.