Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

“Future Daddy, my mommy is a super good cook! She is fair, beautiful and she also has long legs. She is very kind and has a very good character and personality too. You should hurry up and try the food.” Zivon raised his brows. “Are you sure that the person that you’re talking about is your mommy?” What did this man mean?! Was it that she didn’t cook well, didn’t have fair skin, wasn’t beautiful or that her legs weren’t long at all? Xavia said angrily, “Why do you care about how I am?” She sat down on her seat and ate by herself. Zivon looked at her grumpy posture. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he asked Yulia in a soft voice, “Did you see that? Your mommy has the worst temper

Yara said giving a shirt and a short to Kenzo. “Who owns this?" Kenzo asked looking at the clothes. "That's mom's. She likes to wear big sized clothes. She said it's comfortable though she looks like a clown." Dream said that made her mom looked at her with a warning. Dream hid at the back of his dad and Yara rolled her eyes.

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

Jenny is muttering while walking here and there in the room. Anna is with her, and Jenny is complaining about Austin to her. "Am I short?” Jenny pointed her finger at her. "I am short." Jenny looked at Anna with big eyes. Anna is actually eating chocolate while listening to her. "No, mumma, you are not short!" She chewed the chocolate while looking at her. "Then how could your father call me short?" Jenny growled while feeling crazy. "Hehe, if we compare your height with his, you are short." Anna gave her a sheepish smile.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Mamãe scolded, standing up with her hands on her hips. She’s not the most intimidating person. She’s barely 5’5,” and compared to dad, Clay, or me, she looks like a child. But don’t let her height fool you. That woman can be scary when she wants. There is a reason dad’s pet name for her is a firecracker. “Okay, mamãe.” Clay frowned, handing me my phone back. “I was messing around. It isn’t like I was going to read her texts. I don’t need those kinds of nightmares.”

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!"

She hates flying. “Thanks, momma, for coming.” I told her after giving her a giant hug. My mom gives the best hugs. Maybe because she’s so soft and big. Although if I tell her that, she’ll probably whoop my ass. But who wouldn’t be a bit bigger if they could eat her cooking every day? Momma always says she’s not fat, just curvy. But her doctor told her last month she needed to stop putting so much salt in her food or she’d be at risk for a heart attack.