Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

" Can you all see the mess that you have created for me? Just get out of here. I need to clean up" she scolded but they seemed not to care about that as they rushed out of the room and went towards the living room. When they got to the living room, they saw the hot water in the bucket. " This is for mommy. Remember that was why we were asked to get a towel. I will go ahead and get her a cup!" Beauty said and immediately went ahead to get a cup. They were all scared for their mother but the excitement that they would be the one to help out took more of the scariness from their hearts.

Said Myra's Mami as finally her mother let broke the hug and wiped her tears making the new ones to fall. "Ketli moti thai gai ne Rasila- tane khabar che 5 varas ni hathi tyare mane gussa ma keti ke hu toh tamne loko ne chhodi ne vai jais ane joh aatli moti thai gai ke sacche chhodi ne jai che." She said caressing her daughter's cheeks as Myra tightly closed her eyes not wanting to burst out.

I placed my hands over hers and leaned my head back against her chest, as she hugged me around my sides with her hands on my tummy. We stayed still and let our bodies soak in the warm bubbly water until mom planted a tender kiss to my neck, causing me to moan in pleasure at the feeling of her warm lips against my skin. I sighed as mom began to run a wet loofah across my shoulders and arms. I felt myself relaxing completely, as mom continued to slowly was my tired body. My pussy and asshole had finally stopped tingling, but I was so relaxed and comfortable against my mother's body that I barely noticed anything else. She then dipped the loofah back into the water and then ran it over my chest

"Embrace your strengths." As she spoke, a melody floated around us, soft and familiar, enveloping me in gentle warmth. It was the song my mother used to hum whenever childhood illnesses threatened to steal my light. The girl stroked my hair with tender fingers, echoing the way my mother had done countless times, and in that moment, everything felt painfully real. It was no longer a dream. I could feel the weight of her hand, the touch of her fingertips against my scalp like a caress from a treasured memory.

“Come along now, let’s get you settled in your room.” *** The next two days were filled with misery. My mother wasn’t the warmest woman. I had the feeling she didn’t really know how to be one of those kind and warm maternal moms they showed on TV, but she wasn’t at all bad. She made sure that my heat was comfortable, at the very least, and honestly, that’s all she could do. She had piled up my bed with plenty of sheets and pillows, stocked the minifridge in my room with beverages, and my desk was piled with snacks and all sorts of herbal medicine that promised to ease heat.

“Angel, you don’t need to train to keep them safe. I have an army of warriors to keep them safe, I will keep you all safe.” ….. “Aida would you like a hot drink?” Mother asks Aida as we enter the palace, holding her arms out to her for an embrace. I had mind-linked Mother on the journey to say Aida was feeling out of sorts. I took a longer route back to allow Mother to return first, to offer Aida some comfort as we arrived home. Aida missed her mum daily but mother was determined to be there for her. “Yes, thank you Lorrel.” Aida says as she takes both babies out of their car seats and walks them to the play mat in the front room.

And soon she was crying uncontrollable. "Vanessa dear, what's wrong" Mrs Rodriguez asked. But Vanessa couldn't reply she just kept crying, still hugging her mother. She felt safe in her mother's embrace. In her mother's embrace, she felt a cocoon of warmth and security. The gentle rhythm of her mother's heartbeat and the soft, familiar scent wrapped around her, dissolving her worries and fears. Every tension in her body melted away as she nestled closer, finding solace in the unwavering love that surrounded her.

The warmth. The light. Gone.

No matter what happens. I turned to my mother, who stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace. Her scent, wildflowers and earth, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. "Be safe, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken worry. "Return to us unharmed, and know you are always in our hearts. I love you!"

I hurry back to the bed again and take my mother's hand. "Ma, wake up." I plead. "Ma, please wake up." She does not move. But... "Her hand is warmer." I say, hope a precious precarious thing in my voice. It is still nowhere near werewolf temperature but it is no longer cold as death anymore. "She is getting better." I say, my voice holding tentative happiness despite what is happening outside. No matter what it is, I know I can handle it, but I cannot lose my mother. Not like this.