Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

His mother speaks in Russian to him as I tighten my grip on his hand, I whisper, “is she angry?” She’s intimidatingly tall over 6’ and standing next to my Momma she towers over her. Momma looks at me and mind links, “calm yourself, she was worried about her baby and came to see if she could help.” I mind link her back, “she sounds angry Momma.”

Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again. But tonight, something was different. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting soft and quickly turning loud, unrestrained. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me harder…” Her voice carried clearly, raw and needy. My stomach twisted violently.

I raced out of the bathroom drying my wet hair as I called back to her. "Yes Momma, will be down in a moment." "Okay Diva, breakfast would be ready in a minute, hurry up." She shouted. "Alright Momma, will join you soon." I replied. Yes! I love calling my mom 'Momma'. It's pronounced this way: MOM-MA I picked up a neat set of undies from my drawer and placed them on the bed, I was done drying my hair. Next, I brought out a red turtled neck long sleeved top and a dark blue jean and laid them next to the undies. Then I dressed up.

“You’re the queen.” I laughed, warmth spreading through my chest as I leaned closer to the laptop. “She is the queen, Teddy. You got that part right.” Grandma Jo beamed. “And who’s this tall one with the long legs?” “That’s Mama,” he said excitedly, then added a stroke to the wonky crown on top of my image's head. “Mama’s a pwincess’ .” My throat tightened, as I hugged my son. “That she is, baby.”

*eye roll emoji* EMomma: Oh crap, I shouldn’t have said that last part. Please ignore it. I cringed as I realized the implications of what I had just told him. EMomma: I am not looking for a father figure for my kids. Nor am I looking for a sugar daddy or something weird like that. I frowned, hoping maybe I’m not coming off as weird as I know I sound. Because, of course, I managed to come off super cringe to the one guy who didn’t start with a line or proposition.

Mom is a twice-widowed middle-aged woman who is 5'4" tall. She is petite, but her figure is nicely rounded in all the best ways. Her breasts are a little big for her small frame, but that just makes them seem that much more alluring. Her hips are slightly spread, giving her a set of wide hips. This gives her a pleasing hourglass figure with a small waist but hardly thin. After having five sons, it's not surprising that she would have some lasting effects on her body, but Mom is far from fat, maybe what they used to call Rubenesque. Her blonde hair is cut short but styled with a cute perm, giving her a pixie-ish look. Her piercing blue eyes never miss a thing. After two husbands and five misc

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

As her head tilted upward, I could see a small streak of tears below her eyes. “I’m okay, Dad”, she said as she wiped the tears away. “You have a new boyfriend?” her dad asked as he sat down again. “Um, yeah, but it’s not very serious, Dad.” “Didn’t you say that you loved him, though?” I teased. Charissa’s head swung away from her dad and stopped when it landed in my direction. As she glared at me, I could see the rage dancing in her caramel eyes. It brought me immense happiness.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

"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.