Mother's Warmth Jackerman Novels & Stories

she apologized as she handed me one of the coffees. I nodded dumbly still with my eyes on the floor. When her eyes landed on Jack they turned cold but she quickly fixed them. I knew very well that my mother didn’t like Jack. She called him a bad influence. I guessed it was because he had dropped out of school and also had thousand earrings on his face which were the same as those on Mesmick’s face. “Jack” she said softly as she hugged him. “He’s in safe hands now.” Something my mother didn’t have was a bad heart, no matter how much he hated a person when they were in trouble she always helped them. Jack held on her tightly as he burst in tears, just like a little baby something he didn’t do

I could hear every sound in the damn boiler room, I could hear the damn rats scram here and there waiting for their pound of flesh and most of all I could hear the idiots charged with guarding me playing poker just outside my door. I just needed one of them to make a wrong move. One of them to bring me a damn bottle or something sharp and I would bust the lock open ridding myself of the chains. My eyes zeroed in on the door as it swung open. “Don’t get too closer to that one, Jack” I heard one of them say before they all broke into laughter. The jack being referred to stood by the doorway holding a tray of what I would guess to be food. He was new, that’s the first thing I noticed the minute

"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.

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.”

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."

“Ok.” “Ok?” “Yeah, who’s Charlene?” Jackon chuckled. Relief loosened his muscles and he sagged into Wren’s warmth for another moment. “That’s Sue-Sue’s mom. She knows a lot of first aid and she’s really close with Margaret. Scoot off, I’m hungry.”

Jack uttered "Cameron what?" She suddenly waited, a scowl growing on her face. Something must have popped into her head. "Cameron Peyton, ma'am. He's a popular business mogul in town" Jack replied. "Though I have never met him one on one" "That poop!! He doesn't deserve a woman like Ruby!" She yelled. She sounded a little angrier than it is normal. "He doesn't deserve any good woman in this world, such a rascal!" Her voice was loud but she didn't mind. Mom stared at us weakly, took my hands and tried to smile but I could see it was even painful to smile. Was it effrontery this woman had, or was she just naturally so loud?

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."

Janine quickly pulled off her she and tweaked her nipples while she felt her daughter manipulate her scrotum. Jackie was very hot now. She was lapping at her mother's balls and with her hands she reached under her t-shirt and slipped her panties down onto the floor. She moved her head back for a moment and was able to quickly tear off her own shirt, so she was naked in front of her mother. She leaned forward again and took her mother's left testicle into her mouth completely. She sucked on it, tasting the warm salty flavor of Janine's scrotum. Janine was blind with pleasure. All she could focus on was rubbing her own breasts and the intense pleasure that Jackie's mouth was providing for her