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.”

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.

"Couldn't say a word, the little coward!" Mikayla ran a hand down her face. "Mum, how old was this guy?" "Oh, come on! You know age is just a number." "How old!?" "40? I think. Maybe," she answered. "He is 20 years younger than you, mum! At least you kept it to older guys in the past. Let me guess, he was a billionaire." "Yup," she nodded proudly. "You know me! I'll never settle for anything less. You need to have them bars to take of these bars." She wiggled her breasts.

My mom says. "Yeah but mom there are simpler ways to things." I say angry that she wouldn't just leave him. "Vanessa you can judge all my choices, but you can't understand my situation because it isn't happening to you." My mom says. My mother is in her late fifties but she looks actually very young, you would think she's in her forties or something not that there's anything wrong with getting old or being in her fifties. She's gorgeous and she could easily find someone else, move on but no she's completely and utterly in love with my father despite everything he has put her through.

Fuck you bitch I can’t believe I had 2 children to your shrimp dick ass, I tried everything in my power not to laugh. My mother has 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls. The oldest is my sister Izzy which is five years older then me, then there’s me Jimmy and my sister Viyola or yola for short which is a year younger, lastly is my brother, which we call DJ which is five years younger than me.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!