Your Momma Jokes Novels & Stories

She was smiling and laughing more… with Dad! In the last video, Mom sat up her own, unaided on the bed. And with a big grin on her face, she smiled radiantly at Dad as she thanked him for bringing her her best dessert…jello. Then looking into the camera, she smilingly said, “Look at me, conquering spoons, my darlings! Your Momma is surely the queen of comebacks!” she winked. The time stamp of the video read 1:07 pm.

Aaron saw the conflict in me, and told me to go ahead and make all the jokes I wanted. I couldn’t help the “yo’ momma” jokes that immediately came out of my mouth. Aaron’s situation was incredibly sad and tragic. Even so…the idea of Aaron’s mate leaving him out of fear that he was sleeping with his own mother… how do you not make jokes out of that???? When I couldn’t stop making jokes, Aaron decided to tease me that my mate story was only marginally better, having met my mate while wearing a wedding dress.

, I said, my lips almost tearing apart for smiling too hard. " You're welcome dear", mom said. " Mom?" " What is it?" she rolled her eyes, chewing what was in her mouth. " You're not dad". " Says who? I and your father are one", she said, mimicking the voice of the monkey priest in The Lion King movie. We burst out in laughter. The sound of laughter made the aroma of the pancake more pleasing.

"Duh, I'm not a complete dolt I know I can't drink." "Didn't say you were babe but when you get around this bunch you always lose your damn mind." I glowered at the table at large and got goofy smiles all around. Fuck were these women up to? "This bunch is your two sisters, your mother and her friends." "Uh huh, your point?" "I never thought I'd see the day, my son the bad ass is whipped." Ma and her friends whooped it up at my expense and then the male jokes started. Apparently we were all pussy whipped asses being led around by our dicks. I never knew ma even had those types of conversations.

Can you help us? Mum: Anything for my baby. CC: Mum, I’m too old to be a baby. Mum: You lack a sense of humor. I chuckled because she was true. Mum: She must be something special. CC: Who? Mum: I may be old, but I’m not dumb. So, see you soon then? You’re coming with them, right? CC: Yeah, I have to. And I missed my arse of a brother. Love you, Mum.

, I said, my lips almost tearing apart for smiling too hard. " You're welcome dear", mom said. " Mom?" " What is it?" she rolled her eyes, chewing what was in her mouth. " You're not dad". " Says who? I and your father are one", she said, mimicking the voice of the monkey priest in The Lion King movie. We burst out in laughter. The sound of laughter made the aroma of the pancake more pleasing.

Mom didn't notice anything amiss and continued, "You're my daughter. If you behave and follow the rules in front of other people, they'll praise me for raising you well. They won't ridicule me. Everything that I do is for our sake." I could feel myself getting triggered at hearing that word over and over again. I wanted to dig my nails into my palms again, but I was scared that Mom would notice. I could only clench my hands into tight fists to stop myself from trembling. However, I couldn't stop the tears that streamed down my face. Mom was stunned. She was just about to wipe my tears when I spoke in a hoarse voice. "Amanda told me that I'm a burden to you. She said that you'll be ridiculed

I hesitated, smiling comically before resting my head back on the pillow. "Ehen, even at that... Who are you shy of in this house?" my mom chuckled as she teased -- she was always fond of taunting me so she could have a good laugh. "Mmom!... Like seriously?" I exclaimed startlingly with a surprised look on my face as I laughed - throwing a pillow at her feet. "So mummy can not tell jokes again?" she concluded rhetorically while laughing and was about turning to leave when my room door resounded with brief knockes.

From: Mom [Thu, 9:39 pm] That's okay, you can laugh as much as you want even though you're sad for having a broken heart. I gasped. Mom can turn tables, doesn't she? To: Mom [Thu, 9:41 pm] I am your daughter, mom! I can't believe you can do me dirty! I answered, pasting crying emojis. From: Mom [Thu, 9:42 pm] I'm just joking, haha! I hope you're doing fine, we love and miss you so much!

Momma nudges me with her shoulder and my cheeks burn brighter. “No, I’m having a tropical moment.” I sass back, and she laughs, throwing her head back before she kisses my head and hugs me. “Yeah, right, and I’m the pope.” She says, and I groan at her. “Don’t let your dads or brother, for that matter, find out about your … Tropical moments. You know how they are.” I glare at her and she winks at me, smiling. “Hey Mav, how are you and little Melody finding it here?” Oh just great, did I tell you my momma is the biggest wind up merchant there is out there? No, well yeah, she is.