Funny Yo Mama Jokes Novels & Stories

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

I hesitated, smiling comically before resting my head back on the pillow. "Ehen, even at that... Who are you shy of in this house?" my mom chuckled as she teased -- she was always fond of taunting me so she could have a good laugh. "Mmom!... Like seriously?" I exclaimed startlingly with a surprised look on my face as I laughed - throwing a pillow at her feet. "So mummy can not tell jokes again?" she concluded rhetorically while laughing and was about turning to leave when my room door resounded with brief knockes.

she added furiously. “Oh baby, that worked like a charm every damn time,” Alpha Zoe happily sighed. “But who thought that it was ok to wax me when I was fvcking pregnant and already so sensitive and in pain !!!” I could tell she was glaring at my mom by the tone of her angry voice. “Well you had it coming for making jokes while I was in labour,” Mom snorted. “I had no idea if I should cry because of the pain or because of your stupid knock knock jokes,” she added.

Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but little did we care. The ringing cell in Mamma’s apron pocket interrupted us. Mamma pulled it out and her brows creased.

Mom says, laughing. “After the second one, I don’t even care if Lorenzo confuses anything anymore, after all, what’s soap in your hair compared to a good cum shot…” My mother-in-law says and laughs. “Look at the madness! What a thing! Do you want to traumatize me? I'm going to start talking about bitching too! You bastards!” I say ordering the whole damn thing and continuing.” Let’s go in, we have a lot of things to do, and no talking about naughty things in front of me, crazy people!” I speak and they both come in laughing, it's each other in this life.

“Little things make me happy.” “I guess that’s what happens when you’ve experienced jail.” I attempt a joke in a lighter tone and I immediately feel chastened. I hold my breath for her reaction as she studies my expression carefully, but then she surprises us both by laughing. My mother has never laughed at my jokes before. Ever.

I burst out laughing, unable to stop the unnaturally ugly laugh that came all the way from the pits of my stomach as I laughed at the story that my mum was telling me about how she had a running stomach while she was attending to Jennifer Lawrence and she asked for the bathroom but she couldn't reach it in time and she had to take a dump in a vase, right in the middle of the hallway. My mother was laughing just as loudly as I was, "and I couldn't stop. The diarrhoea kept coming out and it was uncontrollable!" she spoke over the loud noise of our laughs and trying to get a word in between her cackles. "Oh, my God! My stomach!" I complained, wiping tears from my eyes as I shook my head at my m

She said amidst her laughter. Joahkim had been nervous but seeing his future mother in law laugh so care freely after pranking them, he found himself smiling. " Seriously guys. I should have given you a mirror to look at yourselves. You are too funny." Mrs Stella commented, stoping her laughing epic. " Mom! Are you done?" Vera was somehow pissed by her mother's tactics. How could she, her mother, derive happiness from making her daughter suffer, though momentarily. " What?" " It's not my fault you are such a scaredy cat." Mrs Stella defended.

Aubrey rolled his eyes but laughed along, grateful that money couldn’t buy these moments—the kind of ordinary, ridiculous joy that reminded them all of who they were. Even Mother, battling depression, found that laughter sometimes returned to her like an old friend she thought she had lost. One morning, she walked into the living room where her children were bickering loudly about who was the “favorite.” Without missing a beat, she cleared her throat and said, “It’s obviously me. I’m my own favorite.” The room exploded in laughter, the heaviness of years lifting just for that moment.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."