Mother's Warmth Jackerman Novels & Stories

“Who are you talking about? I didn’t meet an-y-yone here, the woman stammered, her voice trembling. Robin grabbed her by the throat. “I’ll smash your head if you don’t tell me where the young woman is.” “Who? I don’t know anyone,” she cried. “She’s tall, wearing a denim jacket!” “I met no one here. I’m not lying!” “Move,” he ordered. She walked slowly. “Turn back. Move to the gents’ toilet now!” he ordered, pointing toward the toilet. Robin opened the main door without knocking. “Bitch! where are you?” He pushed the first door open, it was empty.

Always the gentleman. “You look beautiful,” my mother said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Thanks, Mom. So do you.” Adrian sat back down, and for just a second, our eyes met. His expression gave nothing away. “I already ordered wine,” my mother said, pouring me a glass. “The Pinot Noir. You’ll love it.” I took a sip. Then another. Liquid courage. “So,” my mother beamed, looking between us. “How was your first week working together? Adrian said you’re doing wonderfully.”

Well, I guess I have nothing better to do that's why. My Mom noticed my frown and she turned worried "I'm sorry baby, Jack was supposed to come back tomorrow because he was outside the country for a business trip but he suddenly flew in today and was dying to see me.. uhmm us I mean" My mom corrected herself awkwardly. "Who's Jack?" I asked her "Jack, as in Mr. Rumez," she said looking a little sad at me, she thought I didn't like the man, that I was going along just for her sake and me not even Knowing the name of my stepdad proved it but those wasn't the case. I don't care who she is with or where we move to, all I ever wanted is for her to be happy. I mean when you are poor what do you ex

"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.

"So this is where you are hiding? Your mother is looking for you." Jackie froze, hearing the familiar bass echoing in the room. It was him, the best friend. "What do you want?" she asked, cocking her head slightly. She got up and thanked the gods above for her A****n build but the mammoth man still towered over her. "I said your mother is looking for you. Weren't you listening?" Richard repeated, posing at the entrance, his ankle on his bent leg. How he could achieve that pose with his bulk was a mystery to Jackie.

“My first parents were Amber and Nicholas Johnson. They were killed last year in a rogue attack. I’m an Omega. Nobody wanted me. But last time Daddy and Daddy Jill were here, they came with Aunt Sles. Daddy Jill said that he fell in love with me before he ever saw me.” “He did. And I’m glad.” Jack said as he motioned towards a quaint little ranch-style house. “And you can’t tell Daddy Jill no,” she said as Jack smiled as he opened the front door. “Can I go see my room?” “Yes, little lady, you may. Right down that hall.” Jack pointed and she took off running. “I should tell her no running in the house, but I’m excited for her to see her room.” He said as they followed down the hall.

Jack came with her and strode towards me, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Kiddo, I’m so sorry about my dumb brother,” he whispered on top of my head. I patted his back. “Let’s forget about that tonight.” “Mom wanted to invite you for dinner tomorrow night, she’s worried about you.” Jack let go of me and his eyes checked my whole appearance. “Jake sure is blind. If my girl is as beautiful as you, I’d never lay eyes on anyone... ever.” “Stop being cheesy, Jack,” I responded, giggling.

They embraced me briefly but tightly, and at the silent insistence of Jack, we sat down at the table. Mother kissed me on the temple, and we exchanged no words, only tears. She was far more slender than she had been before and her eyes were more tired than I’d ever seen them but she still smelled the same, and that was one of the greatest comforts I’d ever felt before. “Touching,” Jack replied with a smirk. “Now, for the last guest of honor…” He returned to the door. “Come forward!” His words implied someone was waiting outside who was reluctant to come in. I frowned in confusion.

Dropping her voice to a sultry whisper she said, "What I wanna do is take care of my baby. Now can't you be a good and let your mom take care of you, sweetie? Like you used to... for me. As for getting dressed... that can wait." Jackie swallowed hard as his eyes, once again, for about the fifth or sixth time floated downwards to her chest. Christ those bit tits of hers were... were right there... right there under her towel. The thought make his cock leap to attention as he whispered back, "Yes, you can take care of me, Mom." "Good," she said as she slowly crawled up onto the bed. Positioning herself on her knees behind him, she whispered in his ear, "Now close your eyes, lean back and rest