Your Momma Jokes Novels & Stories

“Ok, mom.” “What? Did I hear you say mom again?” Jina shakes her body amusingly as she severs into a loud sarcastic chuckle. Esther didn’t find anything amusing about what she had just said. There was nothing wrong with referring to her maternal aunt as a mom. She looked at Jina with a bemused expression on her face as the latter laughed her heart out in an offbeat manner. She reiterated the word mom often and elicited a toothy grin now and again. When she had satisfied herself with her present enchantment, her countenance changed immediately and she spoke vigorously and with much arrogance.

I can’t be too careful. God, I wish she was right less often. It’d make moving away and resenting her phone calls way easier. “Will do,” I say. “How are things back home?” She spits out a few rapid-fire anecdotes. Mom has the craziest ability to strip the humor out of even the funniest stories. I make it through one about a woman that apparently used to coach my soccer team throwing eggs at her husband during a town meeting without cracking a smile. “And you, Benjamin?” she asks.

Fucking family unity. I didn't work like the stories. Jenn couldn't keep her balance and Dad and I got distracted. Jenn got off and soon after, it was me. "Mom, I'm cumming in your ass." She groaned, "Oh yes, fuck my ass, fill me, baby." Oh, I did. That tight fit and Dad's cock sent me off. I exploded in my mother's butt. Dad moaned, "Oh fuck that's hot. Cummin' baby."

Maybe coffee somewhere else would have been a better idea after all… "Oh, hello ma'am. I am truly flattered.” Korina gave my mom a warm smile. “But I can’t take all the credit! You’re daughter is stunning. I mean, she doesn't even have to try to be beautiful." "Yes, well...” My mother gave me a once-over. “If only she would learn to act feminine, I'd be relieved. Maybe you should give her beauty advice. So she can learn and stop dressing like a thug." “Mom!” I protested immediately, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

she added furiously. “Oh baby, that worked like a charm every damn time,” Alpha Zoe happily sighed. “But who thought that it was ok to wax me when I was fvcking pregnant and already so sensitive and in pain !!!” I could tell she was glaring at my mom by the tone of her angry voice. “Well you had it coming for making jokes while I was in labour,” Mom snorted. “I had no idea if I should cry because of the pain or because of your stupid knock knock jokes,” she added.

Ryder accused. “That is not true !” Mom dramatically gasped while putting her hand on her chest to feign the expression of being wrongly accused. “I was not going to show her your childhood’s embarrassing photos,” she continued. “Oh really ? Then what were you going to do ?” Ryder demanded with his tone suggesting that he did not believe her. “I was going to show her your recent embarrassing photos,” Mom answered and I burst out laughing. “You are terrible, Mom,” Ryder mumbled. “You can’t even make jokes,” he sulked.

James gulped as he tried to deny it. “You little fucking liar. Want me to call Amy right now? Ask if you’ve ever laughed or called her names for her weight?” I slammed my hands on the table. James was withering knowing I had him. “It was just joking around. No one was getting hurt.” James was starting to shake under the gaze of our moms. “Just jokes?” Mamá sniffled. “No one was getting hurt?” Mom’s green eyes had hardened to emeralds and were glaring daggers. If she could make lasers with them, James would be ash.

Their eyes are full of hope, and their smiles make me strong. The ringing of my mobile stopped my daydreaming about those who had already left me. "Hello, Mom," I said. That meek old woman is my mother. On the other side, he always smiled softly at me. "You don't come home?" "You cook a lot, you know," said the mother. "Go home, Buck." "Bring mother-in-law or not?" asked mom with a joke that I already memorised. "Hey, it's not time yet, Mom," I said. making mom chuckle

I murmur, looking through the stuff, "Half of this won't make it past my ass." "Hey, I love your ass," Leo rushes to say, but his mom gasps so he makes a grimace, realizing what he said in front of her, "That was a joke." "Don't be crass, especially not in front of other people," she chastises him, "You are definitely not fat, Jolene and I'm sure we'll find something you love in your size." Huh. My mom would've called me an obese whale by now, but I guess not all moms are the same.

Mom scolded me and I watched her stuttering while yelling at me. They are talking through eyes, and I can notice the awkwardness flowing in the atmosphere. “Do you really think that i am joking, mom? When was the last time I joked around?” I stared sternly and their gaze constricted for a while. “Where are her parents? They must be worried for her? Or you both were together last night?” Mom bombarded questions on me. “Yes, we were together last night, but it is not what you are thinking.” Fiarra tried to speak but Mom cut her.