How Old Is Yo Mama Novels & Stories

"Enzo, how long have you been standing there? You scared me. Please do not do that again; I am getting old." She was not old; she was only in her late 30s. However, looking at her, one might mistakenly believe she was in her 50s. Even someone in their fifties appeared much better. Enzo could not recall the last time she had taken care of herself without worrying about his well-being or catering to her so-called husband. Enzo's chest tightened with rage at the thought, but he shook it off with a smile that seemed to soften his mother's heart and ease the strain on her shoulders. “Let me help, Mother.”

She said, more of a statement than a question. "Yes, Ma," I replied anyways. "So, how old are you?" She asked. "I think it is better if you do not know that," I assured. "I want to know," she said. I sighed and took a sit on the opposite couch. "I am one thousand and seventeen years old," I replied. "Is he serious, or is he just making that up?" She turned to ask Hope, who had been surprisingly quiet throughout the entire discussion. She watched us talk as she caressed her mother's hair. I wondered how her mother was blonde. Maybe she was a stepmother. Hope chuckled at her mother's question. I couldn't actually blame her because my age would be shocking to her.

"Yeah on that I --- I kinder lied. Well it wasn't really a lie but it was partly a lie and partly the truth, " "So what's the whole truth I want to hear it," she said making herself comfortable on the couch. "Well let me start from the first, but first of all, how old do you think I am?" I asked her "Um twenty five why?" "Well I'm not really twenty five, " "You are not? Then how old are you?" she asked, I took in a deep breath and said, "I'm 578years old," She burst out laughing an me, Annie and her mom just looked at her silently without saying a word.

She was already Fifty three and she looked like a thirty five year old woman. "Mom, I know you are growing old, just stop whining about it. What if you sure wake up one day and find yourself that old? Huh!" Flavian attacked. Mrs. Namu pouted. "You see, you really want that day to come when you will know that this old woman has lived to see the third generation of her family!" Mrs. Namu said, "Mom, are you already hooking up Dicky or Ricky?" Flavian went on "They are only twelve and you are already seeing their children!"

Zephyra told her, playing along with her dramatic tone. “You two sound like a couple of old women,” Billy Jean said. “You, I can get,” she said nodding to Ellie. “But you? You’re the same age as your baby over there? That’s a few years younger than me and only a couple of years older than your baby.” “Actually, I’m twenty-five,” Zephyra said turning to face her. She grinned at her surprised face. “You think that’s amazing? My mom is almost three thousand years old.” Billy Jean shook her head with a stupefied look on her face.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

She asked. "Yes." "So what are you dating for? Sex?" "Mom..." I groaned, rubbing my palms over my face. I did not need this kind of conversation on a Wednesday morning. "Leonardo you're my only son. I am not getting any younger, neither are you." She was going through the emotional blackmail route. "Mom, I'm thirty-one." I deadpanned. I was not a fifty year old or something of that sort. "Old enough to be a father. You're my only child for goodness sake!"

That was enough to shut me up as my mother stormed up to me and held my face harshly by my chin. “Catherine, please calm down!” Aunt Celine tried but was ignored. “I am your mother and I do love you!” My mother almost growled. “Do you even know how old I am, mother?” I sneered at her, unable to control my tongue. This might just get me killed but I ain’t going down that easily! “18 years 5 months 17 days.” She answered without even taking a second to calculate. “Do you need the hours and minutes too?” She asked.

Cynthia Age 22 “We are leaving for the movie, are you joining us Thia?” My Mom asked while combing her hair. She has a very chic blue and yellow dress on her and her skin is still as flawless as ever. Sometimes I have doubts about her mortality status. How come she still looks so young? sometimes I wonder if I will age just like her? Would probably help Aaron to look at me otherwise, he will always look in his twenties while I will be a grandma already. I even imagine him calling me his mate as I cough with a bend back and he is still standing all tall in his forever glory. The thoughts make me wince but I shoo them away. Now’s not the time.

Maria plopped down beside Adamo with a sly smile. “So, sweetie, how old are you again?” she asked. He chuckled. “I just turned 32 in July.” Mrs. Maria hummed. “And you’re single?” “Yes, ma’am, I am.” She smirked. “You don’t date older women?” He laughed. “Depends on how much older.” She waved a hand. “Oh, honey, your youth shines through. I wish I could date you, but I was talking about my daughter.” Liza, overhearing, sauntered over and perched on the arm of the couch. “Really, Mom?”