Yo Mamma Jokes Novels & Stories

EMMA “Your father has cancer.” The words echoed in my head like they were foreign. They sounded like something that didn’t belong in the conversation I was having with my parents. I let out a short, incredulous chuckle. “What are you talking about, Mum? Is this some kind of prank?” Growing up, my mum was excellent at pranking us and my dad. That had to be it. There was a pause on the other end. And then her voice croaked, “Do you really think I’m capable of joking about something like this?”

I just had to ask. "Now,Amanda what does your mom do again? Work for a Barbie doll making company?" She turned and gave me a "are you kidding me" look. "Ha ha,very funny. But I don't care what you think about this house. I've had a lot of fun memories here,some with you too. Yeah,you once urinated on this front porch because my mom did not allow you go into the house after you had broke her favorite glass jar. Yeah,all the neighbors were staring at you. It was so much fun."

Mom why are you quite I thought we are besties njena Mom: you know baby today we saw mxolisi's girlfriend they were cute you should've seen how beautiful she is. Dad: mxo and a girl.? Mom: yeah she's so gorgeous baby . Dad: you're also gorgeous moose mama just that . Mom:just that what.? Are you saying im ugly.? Dad: no you're not listen.... Mom started to cry amandla and mpilo laughed and go upstairs. Mom: Nana am I ugly.? Me: No mom you're cute. Dad: even if you were slender I would've loved you mama. Mom: even if I were a frog.?

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

I said, "I guess so. He's usually so serious, it just looks weird seeing him laugh this hard." I said, "I'm going to get ready for school, mom. His wolf is full of dad jokes. I really don't want to hear them right now." Mom laughed and said, "Your wolf is like Yara. She can talk to other wolves?" I said, "Yeah, so is his. It's weird seeing him laugh like this. I'm getting out of here." Mom laughed and said, "Okay honey. We'll see you in the living room."

Momma nudges me with her shoulder and my cheeks burn brighter. “No, I’m having a tropical moment.” I sass back, and she laughs, throwing her head back before she kisses my head and hugs me. “Yeah, right, and I’m the pope.” She says, and I groan at her. “Don’t let your dads or brother, for that matter, find out about your … Tropical moments. You know how they are.” I glare at her and she winks at me, smiling. “Hey Mav, how are you and little Melody finding it here?” Oh just great, did I tell you my momma is the biggest wind up merchant there is out there? No, well yeah, she is.

This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, right? I swear! That's funny. Wow! If you join to stand up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner." "Na," said Mommy quietly. Chiko still showing his smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit!

Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but little did we care. The ringing cell in Mamma’s apron pocket interrupted us. Mamma pulled it out and her brows creased.

I told mom, worriedly. If papu founds out that the news was all fake then he might end up collapsing in shake, hearing the news did not literally shake him because I remember telling papu that I'll give him a grandchild soon-- well that was supposed to be a joke since my papu always brought that baby topic on out conversation so I just joked to make him stop. "Do what's right." This is what my mother told me to do. And by my mom's word, my imagination suddenly flashes in front of me as if I'm using multimedia with my eyes.