Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

Not like I can't tackle them if I need to but, I still resort to staying away from them. Blake taught me that. Shaking my head off the thoughts, I got up to take a shower and went to the kitchen to see what my mom was up to. My eyes lit up when I saw that she was cooking steak with her special red sesame sauce. And let me tell you it's the best. "Mom, I'm hungry!" I'm pretty sure you can see the hearts instead of my eyes right now, just like those cartoon characters who see the things they like. "Just wait for another forty minutes, sweetheart." Bumming! Just like that it felt like a pin stabbed in the fully pumped balloon.

On the tray was a plate piled with braised pork ribs, collard greens, mashed potatoes, a bowl of bean soup, and some grains. A young lady with heavy filters and carefully done makeup prodded at the pieces of braised pork, looking disgusted. "Look, everyone. This is what they call the dollar charity meal." The woman's voice was sweet and syrupy, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. "One dollar for a meal sounds cheap, but look at the food. It's more fat than lean, and the greens are overcooked. My grandmother eats this every day. I offer to get takeout for her, but she insists this place is cheaper and doesn't want to spend the money.

Roxy coughed one last time, clearing her throat as she peered down into the basket at the blackened, unrecognizable remains of what was supposed to be our fried chicken. She turned back around to face the room, her cheeks still flushed, but she forced a straight, unapologetic face as she looked directly at my woman. "Don't worry, Sienna, we're safe..." Roxy announced, her voice deadpan as she held up a piece of smoking charcoal with a pair of metal tongs. She gave a small, weak shrug, ignoring Ma’s horrified, judgmental expression behind her. "It's just a little… crunchy." The absurdity of her words echoed through the silent kitchen.

Grandma can carry us together but you can't not. Nathan also supported his sister. You would have at least thought that he would defend me but instead, he said. Grandma is strong and has a lot of power, while Mommy is lazy, so she doesn't have any power. Everyone in the room started laughing at the funny words that came out of Nathan's mouth. Thelma also added, guys I think mommy is lazy because she is always working all the time. How about we give Mommy some free time today while she rests so she can get all her power back?

Axel told me that you're a picky eater that loves just Italian food and a dash of Roman as well so I had the chefs prepare Italy's Focaccia and Rome's Spaghetti Carbonara. Oh my goodness… I may not like this lady but if she was offering food this delicious, who was I to reject such an offer? “Wow! You really outdid yourself ma'am also I'm not really picky. I can eat just about anything ma'am.” She turned to Axel with a confused expression. “What did you tell me, Axel?” “Mother, she really doesn't eat much and has Italian and Roman recipes all over the house.” Just what was this sneaky brat trying to do?

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

“Dinner’s ready! Mama and Mama Red went full feast mode. You miss it, you cry.” Kat scooped Koda up, who immediately started babbling about noodles and cookies and “big bread like a pillow.” We walked into the dining room together, the warehouse warm with smells that made my stomach growl—garlic, roasted meat, something sweet baking low and slow. Mama Red was plating lasagna like she was feeding royalty. Mama had a tray of rolls that looked like clouds. Everyone was already gathering—club brothers, strays, family. The kind of crowd that didn’t need blood to feel bonded.

Rod laughs, "Yeah, that was hot. We came at the same time. But back to the other day. I start stroking my cock and mom settles into my arm chair, throws one leg over the arm and starts playing with that furry pussy of hers. She sees me staring at her fingers and says, 'Don't get any ideas. You can look but no touching and certainly no fucking. That's my rule. Now, come for mommy.' I'd never seen a real pussy, and there's mom spread wide. Hers was so red and wet and open. She slid three fingers inside and the juice just ran out. 'I love watching my son masturbate', she says. I was so turned on. 'Oh mom, I'm gonna come', I said. 'Come here, shoot all over mommy.' I had to stop stroking or I'd

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

My body was transparent. When no one responded, Mom grew even angrier and swept everything off the table onto the floor. "That wretched girl has no heart! What did I do to deserve a daughter like this? "All she does is braid that stupid hair and fuss over herself. She's only eight years old and already so vain. I don't know who she takes after. "First, she kills her own brother. And now, when it's time to say goodbye to him one last time, she's hiding somewhere. When I get back, I'll kill her myself."