Yo Mom Novels & Stories

Imogen “Oh, Immi they’ve won isn’t that amazing and they’re saying that Cody is a record breaker and will go in the Hall of Fame. That’s marvellous.” My mom is saying, whilst my dad claps away. Of course he is ecstatic, his son, my brother, Atlas has done good too.

ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀsʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪʜᴘ “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ-- ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ.“ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʟᴏᴡ�

Right, my daughter? "Mom..."

Mom requested. ****

Chelsea teased. The thing with my mom is that she likes to think and to act like a teenage girl, the fact that she is about to hit fifty as never settled in her brain. "Well," I shrugged a bit and picked up my glass of tequila. "The only way I stopped her from following me is by making her think I was going to church." "Oh girl, you could have come with her. I like your mommy, she is so fun," Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now.

Mom just stared wide eyed. Shit

What the hell ? “Oh my God !!! You are soooooo pretty !!!!” my Mom- the great Alpha Zoe Stone screamed in her sing song voice like a fan girl and if Aunt Nyssa’s hugs spelt death then Mom’s were enough to kill you for ten lifetimes- not exaggerating. I repeat. I am NOT exaggerating.

Noah's_wifey Why do I have a feeling that everyone except me is the admin? I_pooped No u! Cereal_killer No u! Yes_you_suck No u! I_love_my_mommy (Liam) Since, everyone is doing it... No u! I_pooped Oh, hey, Liam! I_love_my_mommy Heyo, everyone, my mommy sends hugs, kisses and cookies. Yes_you_suck Wow, your mommy is such a sweetheart. I_love_my_mommy She sure is and I love my mommy.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

"Come home this weekend for Tara’s birthday party." Her tone was cold as though she were making a routine announcement. That was my mom, Margaret Salem. Tara, whom she mentioned, was my late aunt's daughter. My aunt had passed away when Tara was very young and so she had been taken in by my family. Over the past 16 years, Tara and Mom had seemed more like mother and daughter than I had ever felt with her. I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond.