Novel & Cerita How Old Is Your Mama

I liked that they were still going strong after so many years, not many couples made it to almost forty years in marriage. I had lost track of what mama had been saying for the past five minutes and I knew that if she caught on, I was in deep shit so I nodded and mmhmmed where I deemed appropriate, desperately praying for the conclusion of this meeting so I could go back to my beautiful king-sized bed and cozy sheets... "She's not even listening to me!" I heard Mama lament to dad as I jumped with a start. I didn't even realize I had dozed off.

She yelled, pulling me away gently from the still hot cake and I giggled hugging her as she lifted me up in the air. “Alessio is four! Hurray!” She said, before she hugged me again. “I’m four, mommy!” “Yes baby you are!” “How old are you?” I asked inquisitively as I touched my mother’s hair. “You probably should know this but I’m twenty-two.” “You’re old!” I exclaimed in surprise as my mother laughed. “I know. Come on, watch the tv, I’ll keep the cake in the fridge to cool down for a bit before we eat it. Ok?” She said, placing me gently on the chair.

I responded with a bright smile. Maddie is five years younger than I am but the bond between us made it seem like we’re of the same age. She’s sixteen and petite and to be honest, I envy her stature most times. I love her so much but she could be really annoying and knows exactly how to get on my nerves. “Shall we say a little prayer before we proceed?” Mother called out.

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?”

Lena laughs. “Wait until you find your mate, or mates, Lena. Other men won’t hold your attention after that,” I reply with a laugh. “Mom never found hers. I might not find mine. We are not all that lucky,” Lena replies. “Mom could still find hers, she is only forty-five! She isn’t too old to find a mate or even have pups if she was up to it,” I retort. “I have faith that you will both find mates.” “You don’t have to defend me, sweetheart,” mom says, patting my shoulder. “I know I am unlikely to find my mate and I am fine with that.”

But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. I never met my father, so I always wondered what he truly was like. I could only know him through my mother’s stories and it was a gap within my life that no one could fill. Maybe if I had a great father-in-law, that would help. Just then, the door to my room swung open, revealing my drastically aging mother trying her absolute best to show no pain. But it was all to no avail. My mother had me when she was about forty, but after losing her mate, her body started to give in much faster than an average wolf. It took its toll on her.

“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.

CALEB I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Maya. My father’s new wife. At 28, she was young enough to be his daughter, with a body that haunted every waking moment of my 22-year-old life. Those massive, heavy DD tits that strained against her clothes, wide hips made for breeding, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. How the hell did my 62-year-old father land a woman like her?

She got skinner the last time he saw her and he could not help but feel bad as she needs to work harder than before. The petite woman with shoulder length wavy black hair is their mother, Mika Sager, who just turned thirty-eight years old three months ago. She is the real definition of a strong, independent woman as she worked hard as a single mother to a twin at a young age of twenty-one.

I was intrigued by this woman, and somehow I wanted to know a little more about my friend's mother. " Addison, I'm telling you, I have a friend who would love to meet you. I can introduce the two of them, she's my age, if you don't mind the difference " Maeve commented, going back to the stroller. " I don't consider four years an age difference, Mae," my mother laughed, catching my eye. So she's forty two. She was quite young when Liam was born. Liam's father doesn't look a day over sixty. I didn't mind the age difference so much, Joshua was almost ten years older than me. But...