Yo Momma Jokes Dark Novels & Stories

Omar giggled while looking up at his mom, who couldn’t stop giggling herself. “He probably thinks your mommy is an alien, or a demon. I hope I didn’t give him a heart attack when he saw me.” Amy tried to stop herself from snickering while resting her small chin back on top of her son’s head. She regained her focus on steering the armored truck and making sure not to run into the back of another car. It was funny seeing the shocked expression on the old man’s face, and Amy was still giggling about it. “Hey Mommy, you remember when we went trick or treating last Halloween and we scared that old lady?” Omar giggled out his words while bringing the funny moment back to his mother’s memory.

Dad asks with a broad smile. Is this some joke to him? "Uh... My dad was a sick asshole who killed my mom and left us for dead." The table falls in silence. I laugh. "Forgive my dark sense of humor. Just joking..." They all laugh but my dad doesn't move a jaw. He's still, staring at me intently. I sip the red wine. "My mom was a great woman. But being a great woman didn't stop her from falling for a monster. He was the death of her."

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

I shouted and slowly approached papa who was lifeless. "Dark i said enough!" I immediately dropped the circle I was holding when I remembered how Dark killed our parents, suddenly the circle broke causing my head to hurt a lot. "Dark you're ugly you're really crazy!" Dark laughed and punched me. "Aren't you my twin? Aren't you ugly either?" "Iwww." . . . "Dark? Let's go." I said while lifting the teddy bear they gave us mama. "It's already crowded here." He said reason for me to pout.

She waved her hand lightly, the diamonds on her fingers catching the light. “Oh, heavens, don’t look so grim. It was nothing,” she said. “It’s an old joke, that’s all. You know how people say boys can be too much like being wild and dramatic, and how it is exhausting to be a boy mom. So the joke is about how a mother knows she needs so much help to raise them. It’s just something the older generation repeats. Nothing serious.” Her gaze shifted amongst the crowd. “Don’t tell me you don’t know it.”

I smile. "Yeah, congrats" her expression darkens. "Any problem mom?" I stare keenly at her. "No son nothing,the news was unexpected" she force smile. "Anyways congratulations,I'll prepare best personnel's for the marriage preparations" she maintains the forced smile. "Yeah mom, thanks alot" I smile up the stairs. "Something's up with your mom" Ryder chips. "A bad day I guess" I conclude the conversation. **** Mrs darks (Roselines) POV "We're doomed" lydia whimpers.

It was soaked and smelled of woman musk. No talk til we closed the doors of Mom's truck. I looked straight ahead as I asked, "How?" Mom started the truck and put it in gear as she answered, "Reddit, incest group. We chatted, no names, of course. It was a mutual fantasy. She has sex with her daughter, and no, there are no pictures." Mom turned and gave me a whimsical smile. I smiled back. I love bad mom.

Ramon says pitifully to Xavier who's sitting next to him. Xavier who saw his mother's umpteenth rejection, only chuckled amusedly. He assumes that is only a joke that is often thrown by Ramon to his mother. Besides, they both know that his mother will refuse it, and it's not rarely she will throw scathing words to Ramon. That is their daily life, full of jokes and laughter, even without the presence of a father figure. *** "Did you met that bastard?" Ramon squeals histerically of hearing Lucrecia's admission.

I'll kill mom and hang myself for being a fool. My palms flatten, spreading the pictures across the sheets. Blood thrum in my ears. Tristan's laughter is all I hear. Not joyful. But mocking, angry, pained. More and more. Images of dead massacred bodies, occultism with Mom at the head seat like a queen, weapon houses, and money crates like piles of trash. I thought Mom was just a millionaire influencer. Thought she was selfish. Thought she couldn't harm a fly. But this — I turn to Damon. “Can these be faked?”

"Daddy, I kind of miss Mommy." Lucian frowned, realizing that the tight, suffocating weight in his chest was because he missed me. He picked Ryan up and asked gently, "How about we go home and find your mommy?" From the couch, Chloe pouted, still playing with her Barbie doll. "But we agreed to stay a whole month. Why go back after just one week?" Lucian's face showed hesitation. Then, Ryan burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "No! I want Mommy! I want her now!"