Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

Lori yells almost deafening our ear drums. My mum don't act like causal mums. They just have to act like high school kids. One time when the kids in high school were using abbreviations to talk like 'ttyl' 'brb' and all other shits. Then I got home one day and mum was like ' hey pybotcacoh '. Wtf I was like huh?. She then said ' put your bag on the couch and come over here '. I was like mum you are a disgrace to social media and it's true, she was a disgrace to social media.

SELENA “See,” I sniffed, pulled away from him and flashed him a sad smile. “Mommy is okay now.” Liam nodded once, a lone tear dropped from his left eye and I chuckled, wiping his face with my thumb. “It’s okay, baby, stop crying.” I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Mommy,” Liam yawned, rubbing his eyes lazily. “I want to sleep.” “Alright,” I stood up from the floor, hissed when I felt a throb in the cut on my jaw. I grabbed my baby's hand and pulled him up from the floor and took him in my arms.

"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.

"Not bad for an old lady." "You are so beautiful, Mom." "Thank you, Carl." She said as spread her trim legs, giving me a total view of her. That night I didn't see much, now she was all there. Mom doesn't shave or trim, like Ashley. She's blonde and it's real cute, all tawny and furry. I could see her pussy, the lips big and wet. Fukin' A, man. I reached for my shorts, Mom put her hand on mine, stopping me and touching my bulge.

I whined, my stomach growling at the smell of syrup and bacon. “Because your skirt’s too short, and we need to get you a new one,” Mom sang. I slumped onto the counter, elbows down, palms pressed to my red-hot cheeks. I could feel Carmelo’s eyes burning through me. “It’s *not* that short,” I grumbled, sneaking a glance at him. Big mistake. His stare was sharp and unblinking. I looked back at Mom instantly. “If you bend over just a little, I’d be seeing your butt,” she pointed out.

We've got all weekend. Mom greets us at the door wearing tight shorts and a thin tank top, which barely contains her bouncing tits. Susan glances at me as mom embraces her, pressing her body against Susan's and kissing her on the cheek. Mom holds the embrace, pressing her tits against Susan's and running her hands up and down her back.

Half of her ass cheeks hang out and she looks so hot, I could just pull those shorts off and just bang the shit out of her. My mother Elizabeth was a very young looking light brunette almost blond and green eyes. Mom is 38 and a woman with very long legs and very much a modern woman that still shows off her legs wearing shorter skirts then maybe women her age would wear, but I am not sure about that. I like to see my mom is high heels because it seems her skirts or dresses get shorter and I always try to get a peek up her skirt or dress. I have gotten lucky a several times and have seen her different color panties.

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

Surviving on takeaway was a bit crap. “You’re home!” Mom said spotting me as she came over, and pulling me into a hug. She was a short woman with brown hair now streaked with grey. Her tired blue eyes looked me over. “Have you been eating well?” “Bella, leave the boy. I’m sure he’s eaten fine.” Robert my dad said grumpily, not bothering to look up. “Dane!” Amanda, my 22-year-old hot-tempered sister, said running over. I gave her a small smirk, kissing her forehead.

"You're about to walk into the lion's den." A confident chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm ready, Mom. Sienna Hamilton won't know what hit her." As Marjorie ended the call, a delicious sense of anticipation unfurled within her. She leaned back and fixed her eyes on the screen, ready to watch the spectacle unfold. She might be locked behind bars, but tonight, she felt more powerful than ever.