G Eazy Mom Novels & Stories

During meals, Kaya occasionally serves Mommy with vegetables, while Max only serves Amy with vegetables. Mommy Mo saw this and said to Kaya, "This daughter is just different from her son. Yiyi, you are so good. If you marry someone in the future, you will definitely be a good wife Kaya chuckled and said, "Godmother, you're really good at teasing me Max said coldly, "If you like your daughter, you can work hard with my father to have a second child. Now that the policy allows it, you can all work hard Mommy Mo's originally happy face was instantly stained with Xuan Han.

Mom asked then she gasped and a huge smile came on her face. "Oh my! Is it... "Save your joy for later Mom. I'm going to bring my girlfriend at dinner tonight to meet you." I announced. ### "Oh Ayesha! I'm soo happy beta! So you finally found your love." Mom said holding her hand at the dinning table. Ayesha just blushed. "Yes I did." She said looking at me and I couldn't help but smile. "I couldn't think of anyone better than you for my son. Now I hope my Amaal could find someone soo special like you too." She added.

"Call your mom, I mean." Jamie snorts. "She tried. No luck." "I wish my mom was more like your mom," Grace says, tucking a dark blonde ringlet behind her ear. Jamie just snorts. "No, you don't. At least your mom gives a shit." "Don't say that Jamie," Zee says softly. "Your mom does... give a shit." Her cheeks flush red at the curse word. Jamie has a mouth like a sailor, but Zee and Grace definitely don't fall into that category. It might actually be the first time I've ever heard Zee swear.

Niyler Rostov As soon as I descended the stairs I was greeted by Mom who just returned from work. She was dressed in her tight pink scrubs, her brunette hair tied into a neat low bun and her work bag hanging on her shoulder. My mom is really beautiful and did not look her age, she wore forty-two so well that people mistake us for sisters. “Hi Mom, where’s Hazeem,” I say taking her work bag from her. Mom gives me a side hug and kisses my head like she usually does.

she screamed like a madman. People were already looking at them so Evo quickly covered her mouth. "B-Babe . . . Don't badmouth the old woman anymore . . . It's embarrassing. You're known to be highly educated and sophisticated, don't ruin your image just because of that grandma. Just let her go." She is not a hot-tempered person, but maybe because of her pregnancy, she becomes hot-headed. "Let's go! Wishing that skinny old woman could have stepped on shit," he said, still aggravated while pulling on Evo's arm.

I say with a trembling voice. “What?” Asks Zack beside me narrowing his eyes. “What did you say?” I do believe he didn’t hear me due to the explosions and shouting, the racket around us makes it even hard to hear our own thoughts. I take a step forward. That’s my mom right there… but… why is she acting like an Eel? I gasp. Is she an Eel? Is that why she abandoned me? Suddenly, I stop hearing the noise around me. I keep walking towards my mom like I’m hypnotized. I am vaguely aware that Zack is calling my name behind me, but I ignore him. My mom is all that matters right now.

My mom cuts me off, “Moonlight Jade Gomez!” “Oh, I'll be right there then. Bye, mom, see you later.” I sang. “Wait!!! Actually, I will be waiting for you in the office...." "Alright." "Ok, bye honey.” Mom says before she hangs up. I gave the phone back to the secretary, Ms. Maureen. She put down the phone and with her Visayan accent, she said, “Oh sweetie pie, I think your mama is going to pick you up soon! You better hurry and get your things packed!!”

“You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I want to find Mommy now!” Grandma Granger could not help liking this child more. “Good child. What’s your Mommy’s name?” she asked. She could help her find her mother. Momo was speechless as a look of panic flashed in her eyes. Why did she forget to come up with this? She rubbed her eyes and took in a breath. She finally thought of one. “Her name is Armine.” “Armine? Which Armine?” Momo said with a serious face, “The director said it’s A-R-M-I-N-E. The director also said that Mommy lives on Corporate Street.”

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

A woman, elegantly dressed but with an air of anxiety etched upon her face, approached Gia tentatively. "Gia?" The woman's voice trembled slightly, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "Yes?" Gia turned to face her, her expression guarded yet curious. The woman took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "My name is Hellen. I... I'm Ejay's mother." Gia's initial surprise was quickly replaced by a cautious wariness. She had heard about Ejay's mother in passing, a figure shrouded in mystery due to her scarce appearances in public.