Good Yo Mama Jokes Novels & Stories

mom said. “Justa week? Two years is longer than a week.” I whispered but made sure that they can hear it. “Is she Sunny? Oh my gosh she is so pretty.” “I know. No need to mention.” “My mom is the joker of the year.” the guy answered. And I guess he almost the same age as me or older. “Really? Well, I am the joker of the decade. So, yeah.” as expected, I can see my mom already kiling me using her eyes. Hahaha.

}} [[ haha ]] (( Explain )) {{ it’s nothing mother, she just kind of hit on me a little }} (( that tramp! I’m sure she’s old enough to be your mom )) {{ no worries, she got no where and never will }} (( Good because I still do know how to slit throats and shoot arrows sonny boy )) {{ yes mother }}

I said, picking up the call. “Finally I get to hear your voice. For a second there I thought you were dead,” she joked. That was my mother. A woman who loved dark humor to its core. “How is the weather over in the states treating you? Are you okay? Do they serve some of those hamburgers that give cancer?” “Mum, that’s fake news. You don’t need to say that again. Maybe some time you can visit here.” “Sure, maybe when I’m dead,” she laughed as I rolled my eyes.

Mama nodded in affirmative. "Noooo Grandma, I like only golden morn." Mama’s nose twitched. "Golden morn, ke? Are you a tata? Cause only newly born babies eat golden morn." May laughed. Mama then raised her two hands like she was about to flap it like a chicken. "You need to swallow Eba. It makes you strong. That's what Grandma has been eating." Maryam laughed and Grandma laughed too. A figure entered the room, disrupting their giggles and Mama looked up at her son with disgust.

Deal😀 Goldie»» God, you're such a food lover😂😂😂 So why are you texting me by this time? Goldie»» Can't sleep. Aww, does little goldie need a cuddle from mama bear? Goldie»» Yes, little Goldie does😳 You're so shameless😂 Goldie»» I'm omw Right, joke all you want.

Fucking family unity. I didn't work like the stories. Jenn couldn't keep her balance and Dad and I got distracted. Jenn got off and soon after, it was me. "Mom, I'm cumming in your ass." She groaned, "Oh yes, fuck my ass, fill me, baby." Oh, I did. That tight fit and Dad's cock sent me off. I exploded in my mother's butt. Dad moaned, "Oh fuck that's hot. Cummin' baby."

She paused "Our time is in the past, Maureen. Let the young ones find their own way.” Maureen looked at her mother with pure admiration. “Mama, can I ever defeat you in an argument? Just once?” “Only when you’re at rock bottom,” Mama Eunice joked, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Or when you’re being used as compost for my prize-winning tomatoes.” Another round of laughter filled the room, longer and louder this time, and it felt really good.

The ring struck the marble with a clean little sound, sharp enough to cut through the laughter. “Wilson,” I said, “we’re done.” His smile faded into annoyance. “Don’t make a thing out of this. It was cake, Viv. I’ll get the dress cleaned. Chloe has pulled way worse stunts, and honestly, she went easy on you tonight.” Chloe lifted both hands, all wounded innocence. “It was a joke. If you didn’t like it, fine, we won’t do it again. Why go straight to breaking up?” Someone at the back snorted. “Told you she couldn’t take a joke.”

"A GOAT got into Mom's building this morning. It ate someone's name plate. This is the funniest thing that has happened all year." I looked at the photograph for a long moment. The goat looked entirely unbothered. The security guard looked like a man processing something that was not in any manual he had ever been given. I typed back. "How do you know about this?" "Mia told me," she said. "She said Mom actually laughed about it. Like properly laughed. She said she hasn't heard Mom laugh like that in years." I put the phone down on the kitchen counter and stood there for a moment.

She waved her hand lightly, the diamonds on her fingers catching the light. “Oh, heavens, don’t look so grim. It was nothing,” she said. “It’s an old joke, that’s all. You know how people say boys can be too much like being wild and dramatic, and how it is exhausting to be a boy mom. So the joke is about how a mother knows she needs so much help to raise them. It’s just something the older generation repeats. Nothing serious.” Her gaze shifted amongst the crowd. “Don’t tell me you don’t know it.”