Yo Mama So Short Novels & Stories

I don't know how life would be without these fools. "Quick question honey but did you use protection." Lena asked. She is the mama bear of the squad. "Yes, mama. We used protection." "That's great I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to become an aunt any time soon." "What you hate kids?" Chelsea asked playfully shoving her. Lena slapped her hand off her shoulders and looked back at me giving me that serious scary mama look the one that my mama even never gave me. "Don't get me wrong barbie doll. I love kids and all kids love me.

pointing at me, “you are free to change to another one from their family.” “But they only have two daughters,” Kiara noted. “Really? Then you can switch to their mother,” Camille suggested with a sneer, giving him a wink. Mary's fists tightened as she bit her lower lip. She was trying so hard to hold back her anger, but I think she was doing a poor job of that as it was quite obvious to everyone. Camille stood up from her seat, bid everyone goodnight, and headed upstairs while Edward quickly followed her.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

It was a hot day and mom had been wearing a pair of denim cut offs and a white tank top. The shorts showed off my mother's long legs and the shirt looked as if it were straining to hold her tits which even back then I couldn't help but notice were pretty damn impressive. Rob and the other kids couldn't help but notice either and were ogling her every time she passed by. Mom had also had her long blond hair down and whenever she would come in to see if we needed anything was laughing and joking. Her big blue eyes and huge smile added to her killer body, made her even more difficult to ignore. Even Rob who had known mom since we were back in kindergarten had been commenting to me about how fuc

Mama G added. She was a tall slim young lady of about 6ft. A medium amount of make-up with thick red lipstick on. Her hair was long, dark and smoothe. She had a long glittering red dress on with side cuts and splits at the sides. This woman was gorgeous but I could also tell she was equally or even more dangerous. With her dark smokey eyes, she watched my every move. "So tell me, why did you come here?" Mama G finally asked. "I thought you knew everything." I said, trying to get on her nerves.

The little one lay on Madam Martínez' lap, speaking softly, "Angela only likes to eat Mommy's food, she has lost weight since being at the Martínez family these past few days." Madam Martínez laughed. "So if I don't let your mommy cook, I'll become the bad person?" "No, I just want to..."said Todd with a playful wink. "Todd, you're such a good child!" Madam Martínez affectionately ruffled Todd's hair.

she spoke up. "Mama Kate!" the female voice shouted happily. "You need to break up with your man. He's making me fix his beat-up truck while I'm wearing heels. Run, woman. This is how he treats wom—" "Can you shut up, you little rat?" I couldn't help laughing at the familiar words. I believe, once upon a time, my father called me a little rat. "Mama Kate, dump his ass. I'll do it for you. You are hereby declared single, you black giant bit—"