Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

I joked as I set up my computer. "Says the one who wanted everyone to watch with her," Rosa rolled her eyes. "Haha," I nervously laughed. "Hey!" Rosa nudged me forward. "I can hear your breathing through my headphones." "I brought popcorn," Mamma Lia announced cheerfully. "For what?!" I exclaimed. "Aren't we watching a movie?" "What?!" I whispered in annoyance. "No!" "We're checking if she gets in today or not." "Mamma Lia dropped the popcorn." "Just great."

I shut my eyes slowly to take in a deep breath, but open them immediately as the image of ny mom's bleeding corpse flashes before my eyes. In shock and surprise I move my hands away from the red stain to gain composure, but end up leaning my hand against the gas heating area. A scream escapes my hand because it was still freaking hot. I stumble a few steps back, the rag falling out of my hand as I use my now free hand to clutch my burnt hand. Moments later, I hear rushing steps and look up for a second to see Mr. Ron's daughter's panicked expression. Dropping the now empty tray on the kitchen cabinet with a bang, she rushes over to inspect my injury.

When it seems like she’s not going to drown, I pull on a robe and head to the kitchen. The smell of loukoumades nearly lifts me off my feet like a cartoon character. I float in to find Mama at the stove. More alarms blare upstairs. “Morning,” I say over the noise. “Zouzouni!” Mama whips around, abandoning her food for one of the first times ever, and bursts into tears. “You look so beautiful.”

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

Rae’s POV Katy and I make it back to our house in time for dinner. The house smells heavenly as I step through the door. It seems that Mama wanted to make my favorite meal; chicken alfredo with broccoli florets. I nearly forget about Katy as I, all but, drag her in through the house. “Look who I brought with me, Mama!” I sing out.

said the momma as she unzipped the friendly neighbor's pants. "I think you will like it," said the friendly neighbor. The momma had the friendly neighbors cock in her hand and it was growing. "Oh, it is a very nice cock and it is bigger than poppa's" the momma said as she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. On the roof the poppa was busy checking out the shingles and making a list of what he would need to do to fix the roof. In the kitchen the friendly neighbor had the momma bent over the kitchen table and he was fucking her from behind. "Oh yes" the momma cried, "You feel so big and it feels so good. Fuck me, please fuck me hard and make me cum."

"I want your best seller." Bestseller? Was it a synonym for expensive? "A-are you sure?" "You're paying for it. I'm sure." I laughed nervously. "Yeah, sure. What about you, Wyatt?" Wyatt muttered something unfamiliar while pointing at the menu. I no longer asked about it since the waiter had started jotting notes on his pad. "How about you, love?" I asked. "Steak, Mommy," she responded while kicking her legs under the table. "S-steak?"

she open her night gown slightly in the breast region hoping her cleavage could win him over. On getting there she saw him turn his back to her while working on the dish he was making. And she crept up on him and grab his hard firm butt " hmmm that smells nice baby, what are you cooking for us " she said as she sat at the kitchen stool Nate turned back to stare at her and shake his head. "These are not for you, If you are hungry, make yourself a breakfast or you order for something online after all that's what you are good at right?"

Mama began to laugh and shout while still aiming the gun at Smitty in what sounded like a native chant, “NO FUCK YOU, SMITTY JOE, MAY YOU BURN, BURN, BURN, BURN, BURN IN HELL. LET THE GATES OF FIRE OPEN UP AND RECEIVE YOU….BURN SMITTY JOE GRAHAM, BURN!!! Mama laughed while breaking into tears. I hadn’t heard Mama speak like that in years. I believe we were all mixed up about Mama’s tears. The uncanny added laughter is what I think did it. Uncle Ross took the gun from Mama as she broke from her trance and went to embrace both Isa and Me in her arms.

"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