Mother's Warmth Jackerman Novels & Stories

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."

Jack saw the thrill in his voice as he spoke trash about his loving mother. “She needs you back at home more than anything right now. Mom wants you by her side. Why can't you understand this simple fact!” Jack yelled before letting go of Anton's collar and holding his head. “Ah! Shit!” Jack almost stumbled when Anton got up to hold him still. “Where's your medications? Tell me.” Anton asked and Jack pointed at the small desk at the right corner. Anton left Jack on the couch and rushed to get his medications. He took the whiskey glass and came back to him with the pills.

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

From my toes up to my face, she smiled when she saw me lookinh at her, "you always this hot? Or am I in deep shit..?" I laughed and took her in, she was wearing skinny jeans and a tank with sneakers... "you don't look bad yourself... oh and I think you're in deep shit." She bit her lower lip, "you gotta take me out.. or else I'll burn in this shit.." I smiled, Jasmine knew her shit.. "Jas I have a game.." "And I'm here to watch you play..." "Can I go now..." she touched my hand, "watch that number 10 cheek, she's the only thing they have...the rest are just... what do you guys call them? Cows?"

"Wait, what? You can still get even bigger?" She wasn't wrong. I had grown even larger than ever because of all the constant stimulation from her. I took her words as a compliment and proudly wiggled my hips, eliciting another loud gasp from her. I watched her open and close her mouth in awe, and my eyes darkened with desire once more. I leaned forward and chuckled wickedly in her ear. "Let me show you what a real man feels like, Mom. You can look forward to it." Then, I grabbed her buttcheeks, harshly pulled them apart, and prepared to thrust myself even harder and farther into her.

Julian cooed, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair. "No, it was reality," I murmured in a raspy voice. Apparently, I hadn't only been crying in my dream, "a reality that can never be changed." "Want to talk about it?" Julian asked in a soothing, silky tone. I began tracing the lines of Julian's abdominal muscles as I said, "My mother's name was Marinette. She was beautiful with he dirty blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and tanned skin from being out in the sun so often. She had the warmest set of brown eyes that made you feel comfortable."

he said proudly, “this is Jonathan’s grandmother and his uncle, Jack. The people who kept him from going insane when he was young—and probably me, too, if I’m being honest.” Jonathan’s grandmother was small, sturdy, with a warmth in her eyes that reminded me of my own mother. She greeted me as though I were already family, pulling me into a soft embrace that smelled faintly of flour and garden herbs. Jack, tall and broad-shouldered, shook my hand with an enthusiastic grip and a grin that was entirely unpretentious. I liked them both immediately.

"Oh,come here my son! Why don't you give you're mother a warm embrace this beautiful morning" Queen Helen stretched her arms in the air waiting for Prince Jack to come over and give her a hug. He can't say no to his mom as to him she is the person who is the most serene in the family. Both his Dad and him are a hot tempered being while his younger sister Princess Jasmin is a carefree soul. Jack took a few lazy steps towards his Mom and gave her that sweet warm embrace. He loves his mother's warmth but she's too interfering with his affairs.

My mother kept her loving expression, setting aside what she was doing and gently stroking my dyed hair, tickling me with her touch. "Mom..." "Yes, dear?" "Thank you for taking care of me and being my mother." "Thank you for letting me be one," she said, giving me a loving smile which I instantly returned. She watched me with amusement for a few seconds before finally saying something I least expected to hear from her, but it was clear from miles away that she was eager to let it out. "That boy Jack really appeals to me a lot, he's perfect for you." "What do you mean?"

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.