Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

Mom says not smiling. Life is about to get real.

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

Jessica complained in a sluggish tone while sitting next to Cornell. “It should not be a source of concern for you because Liam is available to solve any problem with minimal effort," Cornell gave his mum a cheeky look when he mentioned Liam. Cornell's belief in Liam was palpable as if Liam would be the first person to enter Cornell's mind whenever he needed someone in whom he could put his faith.

Like Mom and son had invented their own language that only they could understand. "Oh yes. So good," Pamela said, "My son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill it, baby. Fill me up. Please. Mommy... It's OK. Need it. So bad. Oh you're doing so good for Mooommmmy!"

momma Damn. Positive. I sag forward, whispering to myself: “Fuck. I am so screwed.”

“Where are you?” “Busy. Will need to reschedule.” I replied. I was not in the mood to deal with that today. “Or… I could take us all to Disneyland." I said. I’d probably hate that fucking place, but if it meant closing the deal sooner, then why not? Yeah, Ripley might be on her period, but how long do those last anyway? Mom used to have them. Really bad. She would lock herself up in her room for days. Dad would say she was being dramatic.

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.

"Shut up!" Alice was stunned. She clutched her cheek, staring at her mother in disbelief. "Mom?" "Don't call me that! I'm not your mother!" Cassandra slammed a DNA report down in front of her.