Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

Liberty pov Mary-Jane, or Roja, as she wants me to call her, has been playing the damsel-in-distress and grieving mate role perfectly. My mother fusses over her and my father feels obliged to keep her in the house as her father was his fathers best friend.

Sorry to burst you bubbles Mama. I am going to work. Not to work for people but be my own boss. I guess it's time for me to do that. With my new upcoming tittle as Mrs Black, things will be going more smoothly for me than ever and I can't wait for it. "Okay." "What are we cooking, Mama. There are a lot of people out there." " Let's make rice and sauce then." She said and I nodded my head. Rice and sauce it is. I placed a pot on the cooking stove and pour in some water then covered the lid.

“You... you should be proud of your boys for protecting this city. This city is your home. We need to fight to safeguard our home.” “Oh, Ween,” said Mama Ivy. She seemed very tired and frail, barely managing to stay upright as she bent down, tottering with one hand gripping the stick, the leathery texture of her fingers almost matching the gnarled wood, to pick up a fist-sized rock lying on the ground. “We’re more than capable of protecting our home. Especially from men like you.”

"Show me your lengthy enormous dick, baby." Quickly, he dropped his pants together with the underwear he was wearing, while Romana took the same position as the picture she sent him earlier. "Masturbate and scream my name, Baby..." she ordered. "Do the same, Mommy. I want to see you pleasing yourself." "Sure." He started masturbating in front of the camera while watching what Romana does. His horny sugar mommy inserted the dildo into her pink womanhood and then pressed the button to the maximum level. She was like being possessed when the vibrator turned on. She howled continuously while her narrow eyes stared at him.

'Men are monsters' I was eight when Mama told this to me. It was on a Sunday evening and we were seated by the fireplace. The evening was a little bit too chilly but I could adjust to it thanks to Mama's handmade quilt that was wrapped around me to keep away the cold. 'They will take everything. Bleed you dry and leave you to rot away'

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."

Our metabolism is high. My mom is starlet and slaps my arm playfully, “Seriously, Dira, can you be any more sneaky? You too, Allen. I didn’t hear you or even smell you coming downstairs” I laughed and kissed her cheek, “What are you making Mom,” I asked her, having a slight idea what it was since she always makes me the same for my birthday every year without fail, “honey you know what it is, its roasted pork with yellow rice, come help me prep to make the salad for later,” I jump around happily clapping my hands.

"I'll be leaving in a week and I'll be gone for a year. I promise I'll call whenever I can and check up on you guys every time." "Baby," my mom said as a lone tear flowed down my cheek. "Just promise me one thing, Mom and Dad," I said firmly. "Don't waste this one year. I'm pretty sure the mafia would leave you alone. So please, build your businesses again. Become the parents I am proud of." I couldn't stop the tears as they flowed uncontrollably now. "I love you both, so much.”

a poor girl like me wouldn't be able to pay for anything I dared spoil. I sat between Ryder and Debbie, across from their mother, who wore a navy blouse and that effortless calm that somehow made me sit straighter without being told. Everything about the room said watch your manners. I didn’t touch the bread. “I hope you like roasted turkey,” Ryder’s mom said kindly. “Our chef insists on doing things the old-fashioned way.” “It... smells amazing,” I replied, meaning it... but still afraid I might reach for the wrong glass and be exiled from the estate.

Enjoying the taste of her sweet juices on my tongue and flicking her nub with my tongue, knowing how much she loves that. “Are you both staying tonight?” Stepmother asks. No way, I think. I’ve got way too many dirty thoughts running around my head and being at home here isn’t going to satisfy this primal need and urge that I have to bend Roxy over with her ass sticking in the air and pumping her like a demon from behind. I can feel my dick growing proud in my pants and try to shift to accommodate. However, all eyes are on me now that dinner is over and we have had our dessert. Mom made an apple pie with cinnamon, my favorite.