Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

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

“You, you…are you trying to piss me off as much as you can?!” Lady Yaleman said as she waved the walking stick in her hand. “Mom, what are we going to do now? We are already halfway through our project now. Is the Long family trying to take advantage of all our preparations?” Yuma asked with a dejected expression. Slap! “You useless little thing! Don’t ask me that!” Lady Yaleman was so angry that she didn’t hesitate to slap Yuma the second time. She was so angry that she had lost all steam to proceed with her birthday celebration. Fuming from the ears, she stormed off into the building!

I didn't look at him. Mrs. Romero, his mom, prepared a lot of food for our dinner. She had cooked the other food which is her favorite food to cook. "Does it taste good, Rosa?" Mrs. Romero asked my auntie if it tastes good. "Yes. I'm going to rate it from one to ten, and I will give you ten. It tastes good. Very delicious," Auntie Rosa replied to her friend. "Thank you, Rosa. How about you, Kate Ro—" Mrs. Romero didn't finish her sentence when her son begins to speak. He caught our attention. He's always an attention seeker.

I didn't need to respond to her words; my Mamma reaction said it all. "You can say whatever you want, Amanda. You can throw around any accusations you like, but never in your worthless life call my son wayward! You can't poke a bear and expect it not to bite back," Ma fired back, visibly aggravated. Amanda rose to her feet, advancing toward my Mamma.