Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

“Spending time with Mommy is not a waste, Sir. Mommy is a wonderful woman. You can talk to her about anything. She knows everything! If you two are talking, I promise not to disturb you. I can play in the yard by myself. Besides,” Summer took a deep breath.

The woman was none other than Emily. Her hand stiffened in mid-air, and tears suddenly welled up on her face. "Owen, I am your mommy, how can you treat me like this... I carried you for nine months, went through a lot of hardships. Can't you speak to me more kindly...?” "Hmph!" Owen's face was full of disdain. He was still young and didn't understand what it meant to carry a child for nine months. But he was very clear that he didn't like Emily, he hated this woman who claimed to be his mommy.

"Ms. York, can you teach my mommy? Then she can make cookies that taste just as yummy as yours!" Those bright, trusting eyes were filled with nothing but reliance on Yasmin. That one sweet, innocent "Mommy" pierced me like a thousand tiny needles.

Me: "Oh, okay. So you don't mind?" Ann: "Mind? Why would I mind? I mean, she's your mom... my man's mom." Me: I was speechless. Ann: "So tell me, what do you call her? Mommy? Mom?" Me: "Well, I call her Mom when it's serious. Princess on normal days. And Mommy when I want something." Ann: She laughed. "Y'all must have a really good relationship."

"I don't really have much to show. Mine aren't as fancy as yours." "I hope not," she giggled and then sipped. "Now let's see it." Excited to show mom the long, thickness of my cock, I pushed my covers away and panned down to my black, cotton boxer briefs. My rod made an impressive imprint in the material that I heard mom gasp at. I was giddy. "Oh, damn! It's so big even through the shorts! Mmmn," mommy said, licking her lips like a slut, biting down on her lower lip and crossing her legs tight. "Shit, I gotta see this thing, take it out. Show me that big dick!"

he muttered audibly His mum rolled her eyes, "well, it's not like you've ever hung out any nice girls." "Sarah's nice." he defended. "Okay. Who else?" She asked with a triumphant glint. Definitely winning at her game. "Yara's nice too." "Who's Yara? "His mum arched her brows and he didn't fault her for not knowing Yara, "Our five feet apart neighbor, the Williams." he clarified. She huffed, "oh wow, the HEY DON'T FUCK WITH ME, IMMA CHOP YOUR BALLS OFF girl with the cigarettes whom you went on a date drive with?" she asked in a dramatic computerized tone that made him chuckle, shooking his head at her.

"Sir, yes, sir." They burst into giggles as the men groaned. "That's it. Get her out of here before I want to paddle all of you," Momma said from her spot at the kitchen island. She flicked a dish towel at us. Stabbed a finger at Ryker. "Ring. Finger. Two months. Or Momma steps in." "Si, Momma. Si," Ryker said. Momma's lips twitched before she got control and glared at him. A soft rush of Italian floated over the quiet room. She winked at me before turning back to the fridge she and Papa were trying to salvage.

Aunt Sienna’s annoying voice rang. “Melinda!” I screamed. “That’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. Melinda is rubbing off on you…” she paused and sniffled. “Please, do not become like her. If you begin to behave like Melinda I won't have anyone to exert my revenge on,” she cries, her voice overly dramatic. “Sienna leave my kids alone,” Mum yells from the kitchen. “They’re my kids too!” Aunt Sienna countered. “I gave birth to them!” Mum yells.

Do not mess with a latina woman. "Oh full name now,you are dead"I whisper tease "No one honey. It is...just..I mean.."dad says desperately seeking my help but I raise my hands in surrender. "Hi baby, I'm glad you are here. Come give mama a hug" she says with arms and I hug her. Today my mom looks different,for a forty five year woman she does look like a teenager. She literally slayed in the dress,you could think I am older than her. The blue dress hugs her body show off her curves and flat tummy and it was backless, don't even get me started on the heels.

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.