Yo Mama Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

I said once I arrived at the dining table to join her. Mom had a scowl on her face, as if recalling an unpleasant past. She said, "Don't worry, my daughter. I can take care of myself, and it's not in my genes to become a chubby woman." Laughing, I suggested, "It's not in those other women's genes either, but staying at home and sleeping regularly could stimulate the fat gene, and you might become a plus-sized woman." Mom chuckled and said, "Alright. I'll resume my fitness training."

"Duh, I'm not a complete dolt I know I can't drink." "Didn't say you were babe but when you get around this bunch you always lose your damn mind." I glowered at the table at large and got goofy smiles all around. Fuck were these women up to? "This bunch is your two sisters, your mother and her friends." "Uh huh, your point?" "I never thought I'd see the day, my son the bad ass is whipped." Ma and her friends whooped it up at my expense and then the male jokes started. Apparently we were all pussy whipped asses being led around by our dicks. I never knew ma even had those types of conversations.

Even though I've tried to be quiet, they always have a way of bothering me. I also slapped Sonya for no reason. That time, Sonya made fun of Mom, who had been in a coma for years. She used to call me a motherless child. She also said that I was born from a mummy. I was so angry when she made fun of Mom and me.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

She pats his head, She did not want him to see her terrified face at that moment. "Today in class, our teacher instructed us to tell her one thing that we love about our fathers. Everyone was saying theirs but when it came to my turn, I had nothing to say and everyone laughed at me when I said that I had only mummy and not daddy. My teacher told me that it was okay to have one and also to have both so mum, do I really have a daddy or it's just you?" Tom asked, his voice getting drowsy.

But instead of acknowledging my feelings, she brushed them aside, insisting on her own version of reality. “I think you’re the one who’s living in delusions, Maddie. After everything we’ve been through, you’re just gonna drop it like nothing. Don’t talk rubbish, Maddie. You’re not that stupid.” Her dismissiveness grated on my nerves, igniting a simmering anger within me. "You think this was a joke?" I snapped, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "I am serious, mother." But Mom's response was a chuckle, "Enough with the jokes, Maddie," she said, her tone light and unconcerned as if my words were nothing more than a jest to her.

The feeling of nausea washes over me and I’m up and running like Usain Bolt to the bathroom. Momma and the family were in tears when we told them they were having another grand baby and momma went into full grandma bear mode. She kept telling me to sit down and rest. In the end it took daddy and aunty Rosena to tell her to stop being over bearing haha. I kill myself with my humour at times.

The fat woman laughed. “Did he tell you this?” Joana asked as she was surprised. Since when did Joshua became so high profile? He was understood now, she nodded and said “Yes, he is indeed the owner of this mall.” Hearing this, the fat woman startled. Ian was also stunned. “interesting! Even if you don’t want to call your boss, you don’t have to say that any random person is your boss. Do you think that I’ll believe you? Let me tall you, even a fool won’t believe you!” the fat woman laughed out loud and almost lost it. This joke was hilarious to het.

"Okay, soldier. Talk to you later then." "Wait, how is the baby?" "Making mommy sick." I chuckle to myself as I remember her hunched over the toilet, definitely not a pretty sight. "Soldier, are you laughing?" "No, I would never laugh at you. How is mommy doing?" "Mommy is getting fat." That chuckle has now turned into a burst of soft laughter that I am not hiding very well. "Now you are really laughing at me." "I am not laughing; I think it is cute."

I bring my girlfriend, Madeline Conway, back to my village hometown to meet my parents and discuss marriage plans. Mom and Dad grin slyly as they say, "You're going to have to be careful with your belongings after marrying Jasper, Maddie." My younger brother, Justin Norman, bursts out in laughter. He scoffs and says, "You probably don't know this, Maddie, but Jasper stole Mom's gold necklace when he was little. Dad locked him up in the storeroom all day and night and still couldn't get a confession out of him." The moment he says that, Mom and Dad smack the table and burst into laughter. My grip on my fork tightens as I fight to contain my anger and anguish. "I said I never stole it."