How Old Is Your Mama Novels & Stories

Miranda had truly messed me up. I pull myself from those thoughts when mom begins to speak. “Well he’s still asleep…I don’t even think he noticed that I had left, old age is starting to catch up” Dad was three years older than mom and they were now in their late sixties. “Okay, so, what really brought you here?” I ask her. Her face turns serious and I know that she means business. Mom was the most laid back person I knew except when she was about to get down to business.

“Well since I am your precious and good mother I thought of fixing a date for you. Maya, it is high time you get married. You are not getting younger. Very soon you will be thirty.” “Mommy…,” she gasped. “I am only twenty five for cry sake. Moreover this man looks at least fifty!” Her mother frowned crossing her arms on her chest. “No my dear. He is forty. How old do you think I was when I met your father?” “It doesn’t make me feel better mom,” she yelled in frustration. “I just came out of a toxic and bad relationship which still hurt by the way and you want me to jump into a relationship with a man old enough to be my grandpa!”

I asked. “ I can’t get much past you, can I?” dad asked. I shook my head and continued eating. He told me that this woman is younger than him and a single mom of five year old. I noticed he tensed when he said younger. “ How much younger are we talking?” I asked. I don’t think I can handle him dating a twenty year old. It would be gross to me. “ She is thirty five.” dad told me.

“Mummy misses your daddy dearly, but your daddy is not replying to my messages. I’ve given him a second chance, but it looks like he isn’t interested. “He doesn’t want us anymore. Don’t worry though. Mummy is filthy rich. I even have all your daddy’s assets. I’m fully capable of taking care of you all on my own. Maybe we can even look for a new dad for you. “I heard that men would look much older after they’re close to their 30s. Why don’t Mummy look for someone who’s in their early 20s? How about that?” Just as Maia finished, a terrifying voice came from her back, “Don’t you dare!”

he croaks, pushing her hand away. “Hello, Adonis.” My mother leans closer to my father, her smile warm albeit a little strained. Her dark hair is knotted in a bun, wisps falling around her oval-shaped face. At thirty-eight, she hardly has a wrinkle. Her skin is smooth, and her features are youthful, yet a permanent tiredness makes her seem older. “Are you well?” “Hello, Mama. I’ve never been better.” She picks up a tray. “I’ll make kare-kare tomorrow.”

I nod, holding the peas to my gut next. "I know, but I'm really fine. It's no big deal. I've dealt with worse" "I think there's more you're not telling me" her eyes narrow on me, giving me her best Mom, look. Mom's only like 35, they had me really young. Well mama is like 40, because she's older. But mom got pregnant with me at 18. I don't really know how it works, but I'm a mix of mom and mama, so i think I'm biologically both of theirs. No idea how, though.

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.

Despite Mama’s age, she looked like she was fresh out of jet magazine, the ’40 and Still Got It’ edition, although she's really peaking at 60. “Yes in this! News flash my darlings my husband is dead, I am free and single, you think Mama ain’t trying to nail her one?” I was a bit disgusted by her choice of words, and by the looks of Isa’s face she was too, as usual Mama continued her rant. “Besides girls it’s been far too long, your mother don’t know no man but y’all fathers.” I almost cut Mama off by her use of verbiage, but she was too caught up in her own world to notice.

Mia had just turned nineteen and was still living at home while she took online classes. Her mom, Rachel, was forty-two, divorced for five years, and still looked hot as hell with her curvy body and long dark hair. They had always been close, more like best friends than mother and daughter. One Friday night they were sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine, talking about men. Rachel sighed and admitted something she had never said out loud. “I miss having a real Daddy,” she said, cheeks a little pink from the wine. “Someone older, strong, who just takes control and tells me what to do.”

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...