Your Momma So Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.

Hahaha, did I forget to say that mom is endowed in all ramifications? "Yeah! From beneath the sea, I heard your rhythmic cry, and I couldn't float watching a pretty land walker like you in pain, so I had to do something." He said. "Oh my God, you are so funny, you must be a comedian, a sweet one." Mom said, laughing in her sexiest way. "Really? You think I'm funny?" Dad asked, giving her a look that almost seems like a surprised one. "Hmm. Thanks for the compliment, I never imagined anyone could ever see me as anything near funny. So, thank you for the compliment, land walker."

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.

Her tone dripped with disdain as she said, "Being a business owner doesn't prove anything. Looking the way she does, maybe she's got some kind of kleptomania." Her words hit like a slap. My hand beside me curled into a fist before I could stop it. Whispers and muttered comments floated around. Someone even snapped pictures. "Wow, she looks so old! Even older than my mom. Does she not take care of herself?" "Maybe she really has some weird habits." "I thought the woman beside her was her daughter. Turns out that's her mother. What a plot twist! The mother looks younger than the child." Memory after memory of those same judgmental stares began to needle at me again. I could barely breathe.

She made it sound more sarcastic than her usual sarcastic tone. “Well, I’m sorry I didn’t reach your expectation, Miss Chess-Player-Champion-Since-Birth.” I tried to imitate her tone, but instead of us fighting, we laughed so hard. “Aww,” Mom grunted. We looked at her and saw her holding her belly. “Are you okay, honey?” Dad asked her. “Yeah, I think I laughed too hard. I was happy we’re able to have a dinner like this,” she said and was about to cry.

my mom shares. "Come on. Don't be so conservative. I'm seventeen, I got to make the most of it." I say eating a pancake " yummy stuff mom." A knock on the front door. "I'll open the door to your... friend." My dad says getting up. "Mom. Am I fatter?" I ask getting up. "No baby. You're the same. Don't stress over eating more. It's good for you. You're still growing. Ok?" She assure me.

Mum complained. Translation - "Look at you, You've become so thin!!" Sam giggled and said, "Main thik hu bade papa (father's elder brother/uncle). And my studies went well. And to answer you badi maa, no I am eating my diets properly and I am fit now." Translation - "I am all right uncle." Did I tell you Sam was so chubby and cute in her childhood! And now well she's looking pretty and lean. But I liked my baby sister as chubby and cute she was.

I turn around to find Toffer next to her, carrying dirty plates to the sink area. "That's a good one, Mom." She compliments her mother who is still watching me. "How big are we talking?" Oh my God, she's not letting this go. "Mom, it's not the size. It's the move that-" Mom is just like May. "Nahh, I've had my fair share of cock during my time. This is the hulk we're talking about." Again, Mom is laughing hysterically as Toffer is trying hard not to laugh. They are both putting plates into the dishwasher while Grandma is tapping foot in front of me, waiting for my answer.

“I’m not Eliza, mom! Stop treating me like it.” “I’m not treating you like you were Eliza, Emilie. I never have and I never will. But I do not appreciate you going around and telling everyone that I’m not feeding you enough!” “You think I’m walking around and sharing that information?” Emmie laughed through her tears. “Why would I, mom? I was fat-shamed by you my whole life, and now that I’ve finally lost a lot of weight, everyone seems to think it’s okay to comment on my eating habits. I would never tell them!”

Moms' pussy. "Mom! You nothing but a common fucking slut. So are you Jennifer!. A slut and a cunt eating dyke." I said it all with a huge grin on my face. This got Jen and she was out from under the table in a flash. She stood up and took off after me. She was naked and her face was covered in pussy cream. I was laughing , keeping a good three steps in front of her when I made the corner. There I bumped into an equally naked mom, arms folded across her breasts..