How Old Is Yo Mama Novels & Stories

I wanted to ask if I were its father, but I was afraid of the answer. It glowed again. I chuckled softly, my eyes watering. I need more proof that the glow was a yes. “Is Adora your grandmother?” I asked. The mist vanished, and there was nothing. And then, after approximately ten seconds, it returned and started dancing around her belly again. “Mommy is thirty years old.” Nothing. It didn’t glow. Of course, Althea was only nineteen. My smile got wider. “Aren’t you a smart little thing?”

[Axel] “Okay, hold up,” I stare at Gideon, my face frozen in shock. “You can’t just drop something like that on a person. How on Earth can my grandmother be alive? She was old when I was a kid. AT least 65-70 years old. She died 20 years ago. That would make her around what, 95? 100? No way. She was a tough old wolf but no.”

“You’re getting older. Consider it a present from me.” “A present?” Emily whispered. “You’re signing me up to be humiliated on national television.” “I’m tired of being a laughing stock here,” her mother snapped. “I need grandchildren too. At your age, I had already given birth to all my children.” “Children you could barely feed,” Emily muttered under her breath. “You are twenty-eight—” “Twenty-seven,” Emily corrected automatically. “The same thing,” her mother said sharply. “And you’ve never brought a date home. I’ve left this in your hands long enough. Now I take control. No excuses.”

I spewed the milk I was drinking and Mama laughed as she handed me the towel I wiped my mouth and nose with the towel. "Mom, I'm still young." I walked to transfer the buttered toast to the bag and the last one was the sweet and sour chicken wings that I just finished cooking. "You are twenty-nine children, and it's hard to get pregnant when you're thirty." Mama raised her eyebrows and I laughed at her, covering the tupperwear that I switched to the chicken wings.

“I love him, Mom.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You can’t love a man that old, Chelsea. And he doesn’t love you. He just wants your youth and how naïve you are. He is playing with you to get under your pant—wait, you haven’t had sex, right?” “I’m twenty-four years old, mom.” I pursed my lips. “I am not naïve.” Her face changed and my skin prickled with the way she looked at me. As if she wished I wasn’t her daughter.

“Come on, tell me. I'm your mom. I should know what's going on in my daughter's life. Besides, it's high time you got me a son-in-law.” “Whoa, slow down,” I laughed. “There's no boy, mom” “Amara, you're not getting any younger. You should have fun. Give yourself a break.” I nodded. “Okay, what about your sex life? Have any guy give you the best orgasm or your life?” She winked. “Christ, mom!” I cringed. “You're unbelievable.” She laughed. “You're 23 not 15,” she said. “Yeah, tell me about it,” I stood up to leave.

Seeing Jay and the others, Noah was taken aback for a moment before grinning and saying, "You’re here. My mother's illness has just improved. I was just thinking about informing you one of these days." Jay was a little startled. Did this Noah actually mistake them for the ones before? It seemed that those before them had not revealed their true faces! Jay left the mistake as is. He nodded and said, "Can you take us to meet the old lady?" Noah stretched out his hand. "Please." Several people moved into the old lady's bedroom. Noah began talking about his mother to them, "My mother is nearly 80 years old. While she has some dementia, her eyes and ears are pretty good."

"Why on earth did no one tell me what happened to my son?!" My mum rakes, burning in annoyance. I wince at every high pitched syllable of her outburst, her green eyes blazing with an erratic fury I know she is only feeling because of what happened to me. Her green eyes belong to a flawlessly beautiful face that never wrinkles. I swear this woman never ages. Her skin and celebrity spotless face are porcelain smooth, her gait is still as strong and straight as I have always known them to be, and she still retains first place at being her own bossy fashion goddess. Back then and even till date, Sandra and Lisa still taunt me about my mom being a sexy immortal vampire who cheats the hands of tim

“Mom, I met Owen. He said you’re a succubus? And that I am too?” I lay on my bed, swinging my legs as I video-called my mom. “I thought you knew. I mean, I haven’t aged at all these past years. Didn’t that strike you as odd?” She shrugged helplessly on the screen. I flipped over and sat up, emotions surging. “What the hell! I thought it was because Dad had money and spent it right!”

“What does that have to do with me?” “Damian, you need to get married,” my mother said calmly. “You’re thirty-four. Time doesn’t wait for anyone, and neither does tradition.” She studied me for a moment. “I believe you’ve seen the video circulating online by now.” “I did,” I replied evenly, meeting Grandpa’s gaze. “Now I want an explanation.”