Oma Mama Novels & Stories

As we arrive at the kitchen,ma and mama are cooking up want seems to be mac and cheese. "Hey you two I was just telling this bimbo that you are expecting"Mama says grinning at Angel and I. "Is it true that I'm going to be a great grandmother" ma excitedly ask. "Yes" I softly reply while rubbing Angel' s belly.

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Asmy and Aamal but chuckles, Aamal knowing the reason why she said that while Asmy guessing the reason, is her Abba's mother's name, and since Umma and Abba left together it simply means she despise the whole family. "She is the daughter of my very good friend and she is here for a short while so am simply spending sometimes with her" Aamal explain hoping that Maa will buy her story cause the woman is old but she is still smart as hell, you can't easily fool her. Maa turn her gaze at the young girl, there is something compelling about the girl, her smile and the way her eyes wiggles.

"Gonna cum, Mommy!" James whimpered, eyes squinted in pleasure, but unable to stop staring at the wild sex monkey that was his mom bouncing up and down on his cock. She smiled/grimaced at him, both with an animalistic need and a sweet, loving mother's adoration. Jimmy was always amazed that those two expressions could coexist on her face, but there they were, prompting his orgasm.

Ahana Pov . My eyes went to Aarzoo, who almost got up. On seeing her, a big smile came on my face. But then my senses were blown away by hearing what she said. Both of these, daddy and daughter will drive me crazy. She said to me "Mumma" seriously. I am already insane towards his father and now if she calls me Mumma then what will happen to me? "Mumma", Aarzoo again called me but this time a big smile came on my face. Yes at first, I was shocked but now I love it when she calls me Mumma.

Aza, face turning the same hue as the lipstick on her lips, held no fear when it came to confronting Mama. "I know more than you'd like to admit, Alize. You gone get us all killed with what you're trying to do!" "It's more than what you've ever done for this family!" Mama screamed at her. "For any of us! You're lazy and you're loveless!" "Shut your mouth," Aza growled. "You care 'bout no one but yourself, waltzing 'round here thinking the Loa owe you something, using voodoo for your selfish shenanigans."

“OMG! OMG! This is killing me, Mom!” “Thank God you are here, Mother. Please, help me. Just this once, and I would never ask anything from you again.” I grabbed my stepmother's legs, but she kicked my hands off. “Mom, I didn't know I'm now sisters with a pig’s auntie!” Ama giggled. Then, she crouched, grabbed my hair, and whispered. “It's over now, Riya. I won. Again.” Ama started to stand, but I pulled her down, and she stumble and fell down on her back.

“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.” “I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—” “Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.

The little one lay on Madam Martínez' lap, speaking softly, "Angela only likes to eat Mommy's food, she has lost weight since being at the Martínez family these past few days." Madam Martínez laughed. "So if I don't let your mommy cook, I'll become the bad person?" "No, I just want to..."said Todd with a playful wink. "Todd, you're such a good child!" Madam Martínez affectionately ruffled Todd's hair.