Your Momma So Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

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!

“What?” “Her exact words.” For a moment she just stared at us. Then she burst out laughing—loud, genuine laughter that I was sure Dad could hear from wherever he was in the house. Alec looked unimpressed. I wasn’t much better. “You’re enjoying this far too much,” I grumbled. “I really am.” Mom wiped at her eyes, still grinning. Then her expression turned thoughtful. “Have either of you considered simply *telling* her?” “Telling her what?”

my mom said sarcastically, rolling her hazel brown eyes. "Boy, you roll your eyes way too much mom," I said trying my best not to roll my eyes and keep my lips from twitching into a smile. "Well, it's a contagious disease," she smiled. Pft! I rolled my eyes. She chuckled and I felt myself hiding back a laugh myself. This lady really knows how to lighten the mood. "Point taken," I said folding my hands across my chest and sat across from her on my loveseat. "Very well. Now that we have got that out of the way, we can get down to business," my mom paused for effect. I raised a dark eyebrow at her. "As you know, the Black Diamonds Pack were planned to come here, but-"

My mom greeted with a blooming smile which was fun to see from her but then I hated that she even called me son right in front of this young guy who she just fucked. “Shit, you ‘bout to catch a flight?” The guy named Jackson asked when he saw my mom in this tight jeans. “Huh?” My mom appeared to be confused. “Cause that apple bottom makes me wanna take a bite!!” “Oh, you silly, silly boy.” My mother, a woman in her forty’s jumped on the guy who physically looked like he’s just five years older than me. Is my mom even okay? I know she still got those pot smokes in her head, maybe some coke powders too but that Jackson guy could be her son.

KEVAH'S POV JULY 9TH, 2016 Let me tell you something about myself; I am fat, there I said it. I am a 300lbs, dark skin beauty. You don't have to remind me; you don't have to gawk at my huge ass or frown at my Pudge. It's just not nice. I know I'm motherfucking big, and guess what? I don't motherfucking care what a motherfucker has to say about me.

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 do love him so. I had joked a few times about being a 'Bad Mom,' hinting at my actions that night. He laughed it off or ignored it. Then, yesterday, in the living room, watching a movie I joked about it. Carl leaned over, nearly putting his lips on my ear, and said, 'You can be bad mom anytime you want.' My whole body shook, my pussy flooded. I said nothing, but in my bed that night, I masturbated furiously. Carl Mom and I were cool. She stopped joking about bad mom. Maybe I went too far. I'm not that good at reading people.

mom said half jokingly and half seriously. "Don't worry mom I'll keep snow in check.And ooh I better go get ready he comes ."I said going upstairs when I heard mom say"it's a they not a he."I stopped in my tracks when I heard that."what the Fuck mom? how many men are you engaged to?"I blurted out as mom started laughing."these isn't funny mom."I said giving mom an am not joking look "oh dear,am only marrying one man and his is coming with his son.you're gonna a big brother baby."mom literally squiered.i just stared at her just dumbfounded at what she just said

The only thing keeping them going was the need to clear my name. I was not a liar. I was a good kid. When the relatives saw them, they immediately crowded around. “How’s Anna? Where is she? Why didn’t she come back with you?” “It was just a fishbone, right? They took it out, right? There’s no reason for her to sulk any longer!” Mom dropped to her knees in front of everyone and told them I was dead. As she spoke, she slapped herself.

Mom looked at me with nothing but disappointment in her eyes. I remembered how she used to stand up for him fiercely in public whenever relatives made cruel remarks about him. At charity galas, the mere hint of an insult, labeling him a country bumpkin, was enough to make her spend exorbitant amounts of money just to stand by him and put an end to the ridicule. No matter how busy she was, she always came home on time because she never wanted him to wait an extra minute. I stared at her, unable to look away. When did Mom become this stranger?