How Old Is Yo Mama Novels & Stories

"How old's your Mom, Jerry?" "34." "34? Are you kidding me, she'd have to have been, what..." "16 when she had me. And stop reminding me it's my Mom." "Fine. How old is Danielle?" "Twenty, I think. Yeah, twenty since March." "That looks about right then. That's the smokin' body of a 20 year old if I ever saw one." Jerry wasn't paying any more attention to me. It was obvious he was a breast man, and he had his Mom's nipple in his mouth, suckling like a newborn.

She looks happy. My mother is a beautiful woman with her classic pin-up girl looks. You’d never think that she’s in her late fifties. Even though her life hasn’t been easy, she has always kept a good attitude. “You look good, mom. It looks like you had a really good time. Was it everything you thought it would be?”

I gasped and glowered at her. "Just ask what you want to ask, mum." "Sometimes, I wonder if you are just five like you claim. You act like an old woman all the time," I mumbled, bringing a smile to my angel's face. "Maybe I'm the mother and you are the daughter," she retorted and I burst into a fit of laughter. After laughing for a few minutes, I finally calmed down. And tried hard to make a serious face, but then Melinda kept giving me funny looks.

I converse with the young kids when I am at the counter“ "I need to let James know that you shouldn't be at the counter. It's bad for your health," my mom mumbled. “Why? I am as strong as an eighteen years old girl! “ She exclaimed, making me burst into laughter. Mama Martha was above fifty and loved to bake. She has been assisting my parents at the bakery for as long as I can remember. She never wants to admit that she was getting old and always claimed to be strong and fit as a teenager.

She might be the daughter of the seer. Her sweet soothing voice boomed across the room calmly. "I am the seer, not her daughter." "Did I say that out loud?" I mumbled, barely audible. "You don't need to say it before I know because it's written all over your face." "Mother, I thought you said she was there 400 years ago?" My daughter whispered. She chuckled. "Yes, child. I am over 500 years old. We don't age in my bloodline. We stop aging at 20, till the day we die. And that lady that led you here is my last daughter."

"You must be over 30. You look older than Mom. Is it because no one likes you, and that's why you can't find a husband and haven't gotten pregnant?" Jeana's hands clenched at her sides. She suppressed her anger and forced a smile. "Noah, I'm only 24. I'm younger than your mom by a few years." "What?" Noah looked at her incredulously. "But you look older than Mom! Are you bad at taking care of yourself? Do you want me to ask Mom to teach you how? "I always see on TV that there are no ugly women, only lazy ones. You'd better not be too lazy, or you'll never get married!"

“I-It's nothing. It's just the flu.” “Nothing?” The guy scoffs and playfully squeezes the side of my waist. “She's trying to impress you, Mamma. She could barely get out of bed the other night.” “That sounds terrible.” Mamma? Does he always call his stepmom 'mamma'? It sounds a little weird. Just because she looks only ten years older than him. This woman's already in her 50s, but she looks 40 even with minimal makeup. It's not the Botox, though. Just genetics. It's pretty obvious why people gravitate towards her, even winning her the local elections twice.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

Chapter 33 - Blow up Garren "Did Penelope cancel our meeting, and you just forgot to tell me?" My mother's soft voice filled the silence of my study. I stopped my pen mid-swoop. My head snapped up, unease filling me as I stared at my mother in confusion. Her blonde hair was down today, making her look younger than she was. To a human, she would look like she was in her mid to late forties. When in actuality, she was well over eight hundred years old, my father fifty years older than her.

~Hazel~ My mother and grandpa walked towards us and I could see the smile on their faces. My mother looked younger than the first time I saw her after seventeen years. The heavy work that she was doing here in the South as a slave made her look a little bit older than her age.She is only forty-five years old. I'm expecting her to live more than a hundred years since werewolves, Lycans and Half-breeds live long. "What are the two of you talking about?Do you mind your parents joining the conversation?"My mother asked and the corner of her lips curved into a smile.