How Old Is Your Mama Novels & Stories

There's nothing wrong with that, I could be your sugar dady," I couldn't stop myself from laughing. —No, it's because you're my ex's father. He'd be disappointed in me and besides you're too old for my age. —I'm not old," he frowns. I asked him his age, "I'm 35 and you could be 21 or 20, right? It's not much of a difference I stood in thought as he spoke and as I did the math I was overwhelmed to learn that he got Lucas' mother pregnant at fifteen "But what the hell..."

"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.

"Okay, you can take some credit for this. If it weren't for you pushing me to go out, I would have spent the night in my room, sulking." "Exactly," she said with a triumphant grin. "Just remember, life's too short to play it safe all the time. Live your life my child." "Thanks, Mom," I said, feeling genuinely grateful. But then I remembered something about the mysterious woman, she looked a bit older than me. I mean she was sexy and she took care of herself but she definitely was not 29 years old like me, worse since she said she has lived in the US for 30 years. So, I decided to give my mom a little bit of a heart attack, "Oh mom, she's actually 40 years old."

If I am correct, during my stay she spoke to me only once. I noticed she didn't have any close friends as she was always on her own, and she probably should be in her late thirties. Mateo had told me that his mom is 37 years old. Could she be the one? Maybe I have met the mother of the one I love without knowing it. "I can't wait to meet his mother," I muttered while my eyes squinted.

It was as if she couldn't believe I was capable of proper self-care. "Of course, Ma..." Mama tilted her chin up, playing the judge. "Come now, confess. Dita forced you into this look, didn't she?" I gave a wide grin and twirled around. "You caught me, Ma. Do I look beautiful?" Mama crossed her arms and huffed, though she couldn't hide her smile. "Hmph... it’s no wonder you look different. This is the look I’ve always wanted for you." She leaned in, whispering into my ear. "You are twenty-five now. Do you truly have no desire for a suitor?"

A different version of me begins — soft edges, slower steps, called Grandma. Then comes the quiet, when the door shuts behind them. A small crack appears inside me. Breathing feels harder than it should. The room stays still while everything shifts under my skin. “I’m not old enough to be a grandmother,” I tell Amon. “You’re forty-three. That’s young for a grandmother.” “My mother-in-law was sixty when David was born. Sixty! I’m forty-three with a toddler of my own. How can I be a grandmother and a mother of a toddler simultaneously?”

she said. I nodded. I understand her point. "If you were a professor? How old are you?" she asked. "31" I said. "Thirty? Well, my daughter is only twenty-three, maybe later you will have other women besides my daughter!" Mam said angrily. I laughed. "That’s not gonna happen, Myra is the only woman I love, from then until now and forever" I said. "Eh! Mama! Stop stressing yourself! Why didn't you say you had maintenance? Where is the money I give you? You should have told me if that was not enough--" Myra stopped speaking when her Mom answered.

~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.

She tied her hair into a rough ponytail and sat opposite Zane. "I haven't eaten something like this before. Thanks" "I'll do anything for you" he said. "Besides, how about your mother? Is she well now?" Paige asked, digging into her chicken laps. Zane furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what Paige was talking about. "My mom? She's dead..like three years ago" he said. Paige stopped eating and raised her head to stare at him. "You..you told me that your mom was in the hospital and she needs treatment"