Romans & histoires Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2

“We’re waitin’, Marika.” Slowly, Marika eased her mouth off Jerry’s now-throbbing dick. She looked over at her mother. “It is now ready to go,” she said. Jerry was equally excited to fuck his mother ass. His dick swaying like a piece of thick lumber neared to her. Marika led him to Grace and said. “Sh is all yours. Jerry” Jerry looked at the crack of her ass. His heart throbbing like an engine. Marika looked dreamily over at her mother. “Ooh, he’s gettin’ shy for you Mother,” she said. “Show him some support.”

Jems’ mum was on the couch watching TV. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun with a few strands falling across her face. She was wearing a pink jersey, shorts, and socks while eating a bag of chips. Just then, Jems, who had just gotten back from school, opened the door and walked in with Derick. “Mum!” Jems screamed as she ran up to her mum to give her a hug. “My love, I’ve missed you,” Emily said as she hugged her daughter. “And who might this be?” she asked, looking at Derick.

I couldn't help but feel my heart ache, though there was nothing I could do about it. It was the evening of the seventh day when Mom was helped into the funeral hall after taking her medicine. She placed her emaciated hand on Kendrick's shoulder and said, "Jasmine nearly cut ties with me back then just to save you, Kendrick." Kendrick turned his head stiffly, his eyes widening in shock. He could hardly recognize the white-haired woman with a hollow look in her eyes. He could hardly believe that the woman before him was Mom, the one who used to warmly call him "Kenny" and cook his favorite BBQ ribs.

Then she turned to her son as he hugged her tight. “What did I do? How...did I…” Jasmine watched the woman get out of the bed before she lost focus and started to fall with Jake helping her. “Sit down Jasmine. Let me get you some water.” He offered, walking off quickly and returning before Jasmine could get her head together. Mrs. Jenkins held her hand as she squatted in front of her. “I never met someone as strong as you before. You are…” Jasmine started to fade before she could continue.

“I am not sure if we are friends but we definitely are building a relationship. He is a stranger but I trust him. Does that make sense grandmother? My ideal idea of marriage always was based on love.” “It does Jazz, just follow your heart.” Jack was surprise when he saw his mother dressed nicely as she stepped into the coffeeshop. Because he was uncertain about her reaction, he chooses a place close to the homeless shelter. He notices the waitress no longer works there. “Hello Jack,” He quickly stood to pull out the chair for her. Sitting across from her he just looked at her without her usual appearance. He quietly realized he has an attractive mother. “Thank you for coming Mom,”

“Come back to me, sweetie. You’re safe now.” The warmth of her embrace finally brought me back to reality. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into the comfort of her arms, knowing that she would always be there for me when things felt dark and uncertain. Though it would take time for me to heal from the emotional wounds Jasper had inflicted on me, I knew I was stronger than him now—and nothing could stop me from moving forward. “C’mon, I’ll help you into bed,” my mother said as she brushed the hair out of my face with tenderness. I nodded, too exhausted to argue, and allowed her to lead me to the bed. She tucked me in before kissing my forehead and turning off the light.

the mother had moaned through clenched teeth. "I-I think you're just really tight, Mom," Jimmy had mumbled down to his mother, closing his eyes to focus on the wonderful way his mother's pussy spasmed around his gleeful cock.. Fuck! You grip me really tight." For Jimmy, the warmth and velvety wetness had been otherworldly. Chelsea's insides had been heated and slimy in the most perfect way imaginable for her son. Chelsea had closed her eyes, too, focusing on the pulsing veins and ridges of Jimmy's cock as it had slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her soul.

"Come on sweetie fuck them harder and cum for your Mommy... please honey... pleeaasse... fuck them... that's it... ah-huh... yeah fuck them sweetheart... good boy... goooo... She never got to finish her second good boy as Jimmy finally explodes a virtual geyser of cum all over his mother's breasts. He falls forward on top of her, his legs and arms shaking, his heart beating like wild. He buries his face into her neck still feeling the powerful aftereffects of his mighty orgasm. After grabbing a wad of Kleenex from her nightstand to wipe up the pool of cum he left between her tits, his heartbeat slowly returns to normal. He then cuddles against him mother, his voracious appetite for her tits

“Hold her shoulders down.” Jeremy obeyed without a word, kneeling by her side, his trembling hands pressing against her skin. I stepped back, curling my bloodstained fingers into fists. I wanted to rip out the heart of whoever had done this. I wanted to burn the world to the ground until I found them. “Out,” my mother ordered. “Both of you.” Jeremy moved instantly, but I stayed rooted to the spot. My mother’s gaze narrowed, softening “Killian,” she said quietly. "please.”

To her, she’s a success as a mother. I’m jolted out of my head by Jake’s warm hand on my back and I glance at him, he’s studying my expression and frowning lightly. I realize I’ve been silently staring at my empty fork, probably with a blank expression as I mulled things over. My mother is chatting about nothing of importance, unaware that neither of us are listening. Jake strokes my back gently, relaxing his hand when I continue eating and returns to his own food, a silent little message between us that he knows I’m not okay being here. He smiles softly at me and a small look in his eye tells me he loves me. I inhale slowly and pull it all back down to the calmness he gives me. That peacefu