Your Momma Jokes Novels & Stories

mom is still yelling at me. "Mama, yes, even if you still want it, we'll go there immediately," I said while still raising an eyebrow. "Oh? All right! Come home to us and get dressed. Then go to the university," said mom. "Mom! You're so bad?! You're just joking. It's not funny anymore," I said with a sneer. "Hey! What a joke?! This isn't the time for your j-joke time! We're talking about studying and then you're joking?! Maybe you just want to stop studying?!"

This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, right? I swear! That's funny. Wow! If you join to stand up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner." "Na," said Mommy quietly. Chiko still showing his smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit!

"Try to say one just and my hand will surely fly in your face without a warning!" "Don't be so killjoy, Sophia!" said my mom. "Laughter is the best medicine! Why don't you allow him to prove himself to all of us!" "Mom, I said I am not really into comedy so please stop insisting that!" I exclaimed for her to know that I am not interested in hearing any kind of jokes!

Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but little did we care. The ringing cell in Mamma’s apron pocket interrupted us. Mamma pulled it out and her brows creased.

I screamed at Mom, "What is wrong with you? I've told you over and over to stop running your mouth! Can't you think before you speak? Will you only be happy when you've gotten me shunned and abandoned by everyone?" Seeing me completely lose it, Mom lowered her voice considerably. "I didn't know she'd get upset. All I did was tell her the truth—who knew she'd be so petty?" Dad was angry too. He reprimanded Mom loudly, "Don't you know there's a time and place for telling the truth? You speak without any regard for who you're talking to or what the occasion calls for. Instead, you just blurt out whatever pops into your head! There's something seriously wrong with you."

Yes, and the fact that I was married before. “I know, it's just, oh, it shows how old we are getting!” “Babe, forty-eight aren't old. Now look on the bright side; at least we have a few more children to get through school before they get married.” Dad laughed but mom didn't find it funny. She was acting a bit strange these past few weeks. Making me wonder what is going on with her. Mom glared at dad, “You think you are funny? Well, let's see if you like this joke, daddy, to be!”

I groaned. “Mom, I’m really not in the mood for jokes. It was a long drive and I’m getting a killer headache.” “Because you are drinking too much,” she mumbled. Darting my line of vision to her I wanted to talk back. ‘Well you offered,’ my subconscious screamed. “This isn’t a joke,” Justin now had a thick accent like he was from bloody England. Ha, see what I did there? “Mother,” I chastised which had my Mom standing up. She gave me the same stare when she caught me coming home at 5 a.m. hanging out with my friends and soap bombing the town’s water fountain. “What?” I fiend innocence.

“Speaking of Dad. Where is he? I haven’t heard his voice since we’ve been on this call.” “It’s poker night so your dad is out with his friends,” she replied. “Oh, I totally forgot that still happened,” I said. “Yeah, you know old people and their habits.” “Mom, you guys are not old.” “I don’t feel twenty anymore,” she countered. “That’s because you’re not twenty, but y’all aren’t even close to old,” I replied, a hint of my Southern accent obvious in my words. “That’s my southern belle,” Mom said. “Good to know that New York hasn’t completely eliminated everything about you.”

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

She said as she pulled me in for a hug. “I thought I'd surprise you guys,” I replied while trying to breathe. “Mom look who's here,” My mom shouted through the house. “If it's that Mrs. Jones from down the street, tell her I don't give a rats ass if the dog shit in her garden again,” my nana shouted in reply. I giggled as my mom quickly pulled me into the house and slammed the door behind me. “Mom, shh, the whole neighborhood can hear you!” My mom shouted with embarrassment in her voice.