How Old Is Yo Mama Novels & Stories

She dabs at her eyes with trembling fingers. My stomach twists. She knows I can’t stand seeing her cry. “Hey, Mom, remember I asked you to give me some time?” My voice is calm, but unease simmers underneath. She nods quietly. But her face says she’s not convinced. “Time is flying by already.” Her voice is low. Weighted. “I’m about to turn 51. Your dad is hitting 60 by the year’s end. And we still don’t have a grandkid. That’s just not cool.”

Mum looked at me with piercing eyes but seeing how calm I was, she snorted then stood up and walked toward me, “Adams you are old.” My hand was still and somehow I felt the word sounded strange. Am I that old? I gritted my teeth, “Mrs Nart! I am just in my late 20’sand not old at all!” I said with annoyance. She looked at me with feigned shock, “Oh! I thought you were in the same age group as your dad and me as you are more old-fashioned and rigid than I, your mother!” She said then shook her head in regret. I looked at her speechlessly then closed my eyes to maintain my temper. I am tired of her, and only I can control her.

I don’t want you to feel bad if you should hear that I wasn’t just lucky enough to marry your father and give birth to a wonderful child like you at a young age, but also have a boyfriend at my old age. I burst out laughing, taking her by surprise. It took a while for me to get over my laughter, but I did. ‘Are you kidding? Did you just refer to yourself as old?’ another round of laughter bubbled its way out of me, causing Mom to join me. ‘Don’t say this outside, Mom, or you would get weird looks from people,’ I giggled. ‘You are only forty-three. That doesn’t count as being old.’ ‘Whatever,’ she scoffed. ‘What I am trying to say is that I didn’t want you to feel bad about yourself.’

--- I imply to her. If there's one thing my mother hates in this life, it's being called a crown. Even though she is in her late fifties, she insists that she is not that old, and to be honest, she is not wrong. Mom is still beautiful, with everything very much on her feet. The stamina she has leaves many a young girl on the floor. "She says, throwing the pillow at me, and without much difficulty I grab it. Get out of my face before I hit you."

ergo it beats me too how she's able to rapidly summon them when she needs to. "Why are you doing this Mia?" She wailed. "What have I done to deserve this? Don't you want me to be a grandmother?" I scoffed at her statement. The woman was already a grandmother for God sake. I had three siblings; Michael, Anastasia, and Brandon with Ana being the eldest at thirty-two and Brandon, second at thirty. I came in third at twenty-six and Mickey was fifteen years old. Ana and Brandon were both married and Ana had two kids already. Brandon's wife was expecting so I definitely didn't know what this woman was talking about and I made it known to her.

I stood next to my mom and walked along side her. "Mummy I'm so glad you here." I professed smiling profoundly. "Me to honey, I had to do a lot of begging to come." she insinuated with a little smile on her pretty face. My mom isn't that old, she gave birth to me when she 16 years old, so she's 36 years old at the moment. "What?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Mom I can't believe you had to beg to come to your own daughter's graduation ceremony." I fumed in anger.

"I was going to stay mad at you forever if you didn't show up tonight." Grace, Jayda's mom smiled before pulling her daughter into a hug. "Good evening Mom." Jayda chuckled. "I missed you, Princess" Grace mumbled before she pulled away from the hug. "Mom, I'm 29." Jayda groaned playfully. "I'm aware. Even when you're 90 you will still be my little princess." Grace smiled. "You look different." Her mom commended her.

"Your mother-in-law says that she's not allowed to have babies before the age of eighteen." I felt myself pale at the implicit threat in his voice. My mother in law? I had heard some beliefs regarding the children of the moon, but I never believed they were true. The moon mother laughed loudly, just before she disappeared.

I asked crossing my arm, but remembering he said his birth mother was The Madam Hiliana, The first dark witch mother. Bahm didn't look no older than 30... Just then, I see Bahm walking around the kitchen and towards the parlor area. "I'm 1,527 years old. I met him when I was 1,500." He blurted out with a bowl of cereal in his hands and the milk drizzling down his chin. He said he's how old? Holy Shit! I shook my head in disbelief and plastered a nervous smile on my face. My body shuddered a bit. I was in denial. He looks younger than I do!!

She stopped in the middle of the living room and stared into space before asking, "Am I so old and used up that your father would so casually toss me aside for some young bimbo?" I was there in a flash, looking into her face, and said reassuringly, "Hell No, Mom. My Father and Grandfather are fools. They both literally screwed themselves out of the best women I know." She sighed and collapsed into my arms but didn't start crying again, just gave deep sighs. "Do I still look good for a woman my age, Jimmy?"