"No...no...no...no...no...no...no...no" Jon said as he flicked through the channels. It was 5am, he couldn't sleep, once again. "A source close to singer Jon Bon Jovi tells us that he is an emotional wreck" This caught Jon's attention, it was on E!, he decided to leave it on. He wanted to know what rumors people were spreading about him now. "Is Jon Bon Jovi healthy enough to go on his month long tour of Ireland, next week? A source close to the singer told us, E! News, that ever since his wife tragically died, nearly four years ago, he has been depressed. He met a woman, who shall not be named, who turned his life around, you could say they were in love." Jon was becoming furious, "Who the fuck leaked this shit?!" Jon said to himself. Whoever it was, when he found them, he would break all contact with that person. Pretend as though they never existed. "They broke up. He became an emotional wreck, doing everything he could to hold himself together, for his six, beautiful, children's sake. He has recently made contact with an old flame."
Jon turned it off, he figured out who exactly leaked that information. He would be more than happy to have her out of his life forever. His mother. He then realised that it was... his mother... that had been leaking everything to the press over the years. He was furious with her, he wanted to strangle her with his bare hands. He got his cell phone out and dialled 666, he had his mother on speed dial and what better number to put her as than that.
"Jon, do you know what time it is?" His mother asked answering the phone. "You bitch, did you fucking leak everything to the press over the years, and that story on E!News?..DID YOU?" he shouted down the phone. He heard his mother start crying, crocodile tears. "I'm sorry" So she did. "You're nothing to me now. You're not a mother, you're not a friend. I don't want to know you or what you do. I don't want to have any contact with you, I don't want you near my house. I don't want you to have any contact with my children. When I see my father, I'll ring a day in advance, so you won't be there. You understand?" Jon realised he was quoting the Godfather II, but didn't care. It seemed suitable at that moment in time.
He felt like crying and kicking the shit out of anything that moves. He buried his face in his hands and let out a deep sigh. Was it true? Was he an emotional wreck? "Jon? What's wrong? I heard you shouting." Jacklyn said sitting next to him. She was wearing a silk dressing gown. "I'm sorry I woke you up." She put a hand up to his cheek. and turned his head to face her. Jon closed his eyes and kissed the palm of her hand then looked her in the eyes. "Am I.. am I an emotional wreck?" he asked. Jacklyn sighed, "Jon, it's OK, your at a very rough patch in your life, right now. But don't worry, I'll be here for you, through thick and thin because I love you." She said stroking Jon's face. "You just need to feel loved, I can give you that." She said taking his hand and leading him upstairs to her bedroom. It was furthest away from the kids, the walls and door were thick, you would not be able to hear what's going on behind them.
He closed the door behind him. The morning sunlight was coming through the curtains but it was still quite dark. You could really only see stilloutes. Jon took off his clothes, Jacklyn took off her dressing gown. They walked closer to each other... closer and closer. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips locked. She's right.. I do need to feel loved. Jon thought. Jon's mouth moved down her neck, down to her collar bone. They moved to the bed. He fitted his lips around the nipple of her left breast and sucked on it for a moment. Jacklyn groaned, it felt so good.
He stood up, she put her long luscious legs onto his shoulders, a favorite position when they were married. He held his penis in his hand to allow it to enter her vagina. It went in easily.
Jon thrusted in and out, in and out. Jacklyn's breathing became heavy, Jon's did too. "Qui..qui..qui!" He started to go faster and faster, rougher and rougher. Then it happened, Jacklyn let out a scream of pleasure, Jon ejaculated, cum began to come out of his penis. He hadn't felt this good in a long time.
He lay on the bed next to Jacklyn, he put his arm around her and she cuddled into his chest. She stroked his fur, "I missed this" she admitted. Jon looked down at his chest and laughed. He kissed the top of her head, "I didn't realise how much I missed you."
They lay in each other's arms for twenty minutes, not speaking just enjoying being with each other. Then there was a knock on the door. "Shit!" Jon whispered and ran into the bathroom. "One minute!" Jacklyn said throwing on her dressing gown and spraying the room with her perfume. She walked over to the door, it was Christian. "Hunny, I thought you went back to your place last night?" she asked, surprised to see him there. "I did, I just came over two minutes ago. Do you know where dad is?" he asked. "Havn't a clue, sweetheart" she said shaking her head. Christian's nostrils flared, he was sniffing. "Jesus Christ mom, how much perfume do you need?" he said stepping back, "The.. uh.. I dropped the bottle and it broke" she lied.
"Can I use the bathroom?" he asked, "THE BATHROOM? YOU WANT TO USE THE BATHROOM?" Jacklyn said loudly so Jon could hear her and find a place to hide. He silently ran over, fully naked, to the walk in wardrobe. "Sure you can" she said opening the door to let him in. Christian gave her a confused look then walked to the bathroom, he spotted Jon's clothes on the ground. "Great... my divorced parents are fucking behind every one's backs.." he said under his breath.
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