Your Momma So Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

I said and mom laughed. "What ?!, You want me to eat a lot what if I become fat" "Then so be it" "What!, No way , if I was fat would you have found me attractive" he said. "Ofcourse, I'd still have fallen in love with you no matter your size ". I replied. "Aww so cute" Mom said and we laughed. "Alright let's eat, and Dwayne listen to your wife you should eat more" she said. "Yes!" I supported while he just smiled and shook his head.

I lied, “The job in Ohio could only fetch me good food, so I have to eat to grow fatter. We burst into noisy laughter and almost choked on it. “But you have to cut down on your food. You are a woman. You should look curvy and pretty and not fatty. Can’t you see the how I looked? Would anyone believe that I have a grown up like you?” mom advised me, “You know you are yet to marry and have babies, so you must be careful of what you eat.” I shook my head firmly, “Okay mom, accept,” I chuckled and she did the same. “Hey mom, you look good too, I guess you have finished all the vegetables in your garden.”

Oh, I know she’s trying not to laugh at my suffering. Some friend she is—she should be mourning for me, not choking back giggles. "Well… he’s chubby, but not fat," Mom says delicately. "And he’s an accountant—" She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper like she’s about to reveal top-secret government intel. "And his mom said he’s never had sex!" She beams at me like she just told me I won the lottery. "WHAT?!" I screech, launching up from the couch—only for my injured ankle to betray me, forcing me right back down.

"You're scruffy!" "Oh," I said, a sense of relief flowing through me. "Sorry." "I used to tell you all the time honey, girls are soft, and we don't like scratchy skin." "I know, I remember." I nodded, thinking damn straight she was soft. "Yeah, those whiskers can hurt our lips." She winked "Even the ones on our mouth." "W...what did you just say?" Mom stared at me for a moment with her big blue eyes and laughed; "It was a joke; don't tell me they don't tell raunchy jokes over at the frat house!"

She mutters, looking away. "What do you mean?" The door swings open. Dad walks in and stares at my mom for a moment. He's clearly admiring her beauty and her figure. "You look fat!" He comments. "You need to cut some weight or you'll start getting sick." My jaw drops at the comment. I scowl at my dad, my blood boiling. "The only person that's sick is you for making such a fùcking sick comment towards your wife!" I snap. "You don't deserve mom. She's too good for you!"

mom said. “Justa week? Two years is longer than a week.” I whispered but made sure that they can hear it. “Is she Sunny? Oh my gosh she is so pretty.” “I know. No need to mention.” “My mom is the joker of the year.” the guy answered. And I guess he almost the same age as me or older. “Really? Well, I am the joker of the decade. So, yeah.” as expected, I can see my mom already kiling me using her eyes. Hahaha.

) she thought to herself. "Besides, both of you look similar. I can just give both of you to that old man and get twice the money!" her mother bragged and Fatima shifted in her seat in frustration. "Old man? Ew!" Hannah exclaimed. "You sick fuck!" Fatima exclaimed to her mother and she only chuckled in response. "That's not how you should talk to your mother, Fatima," she said with a fake yet sweet smile. Fatima stared at her before looking at Hannah again.

she went on. “We are both tired, as well, Mom. See? We aren’t your biological sons.” Josh couldn’t resist joking, earning him an eye roll from his mother. “Do you get as tired as women, though? They both wore eight-inched high heels the entire day. “Besides, what’s the point of telling me that? What, do you want them to give you a massage in return? In your dreams, maybe,” their mother said with a snort at her own joke.

"Okay, soldier. Talk to you later then." "Wait, how is the baby?" "Making mommy sick." I chuckle to myself as I remember her hunched over the toilet, definitely not a pretty sight. "Soldier, are you laughing?" "No, I would never laugh at you. How is mommy doing?" "Mommy is getting fat." That chuckle has now turned into a burst of soft laughter that I am not hiding very well. "Now you are really laughing at me." "I am not laughing; I think it is cute."

asks mom. “none mom, I have nothing more to add” my mom stares at me her eyes looking me up and down. “you need to stop taking that yoghurt of yours, it’s making you fat” she says as she picks up her very expensive customized mirror, and begins straightening her hair. “we wouldn’t want our model to look fat on any billboard, I don’t want an ounce of fat on you. Its bad enough that you have really wide hips.” The stylist even raises a brow at mom and then gives me a look of sympathy, I return the look with a look of, “I’m used to it”.