Your Momma So Short Novels & Stories

Looks like my mother was not in a good mood and it turned out to be a big understatement when we reached my office. At five feet two, my mother was on the shorter spectrum but her personality more than made up for her short stature. She had her clan’s signature red hair only hers was a bright apple red that reached her waist. Today she had it in a tight braid down her spine and she wore a black form fitting dress that was full sleeved and reached her knees, making her hair stand out even more. She had delicate features in a heart shaped face but her presence was just as strong as I remembered when I was younger.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

Chapter 62: What it Takes to be a Mommy Kathleen’s P.O.V As the awkward silence continued, I moved my gaze away from Arthur, and turned back to Hayley, hoping that I could talk some sense into her, but what she said next nearly broke my heart. "Aren't you going to say something, Miss Kathleen? I want to stop calling you Miss Kathleen, it just doesn't feel right. I want to call you Mommy."

She's dejected, Lucrecia changes the bathrobe into a casual clothes in the form of a white t-shirt and shorts covered her thighs. Then she goes out of home right away which before that she grabbed a whistle to summon Boob and Moob. When she's outside the Villa, Lucrecia blows the whistle in her hand while stepping carefully, she's afraid the downhill road is slippery.

I whined, my stomach growling at the smell of syrup and bacon. “Because your skirt’s too short, and we need to get you a new one,” Mom sang. I slumped onto the counter, elbows down, palms pressed to my red-hot cheeks. I could feel Carmelo’s eyes burning through me. “It’s *not* that short,” I grumbled, sneaking a glance at him. Big mistake. His stare was sharp and unblinking. I looked back at Mom instantly. “If you bend over just a little, I’d be seeing your butt,” she pointed out.

Bryan stood up straighter but he didn’t reach my height. Chuckling, I shook my head. “I’m just lucky that’s the one thing I didn’t get from Mom. I think I would have had a complex being 5ft 6in.” 'Hey! I’m a pocket-sized Luna!' I snorted and glared back at her but there was such a huge smile on her face I couldn’t even pretend to be mad. My mom pointed out Hector and used the same attack motion. He huffed but pulled his shirt off and walked towards her.

Mom's and Rodney's reputations were totally destroyed. Mom was fired from her company, gossiped about by neighbors, and eventually evicted by her landlord for harming the community's atmosphere. The relatives who'd once fallen over themselves to curry favor with her now avoided them like the plague. On a stormy night, Mom and Rodney showed up outside my upscale apartment building. Through the glass door, the moment Mom saw me, she dropped to her knees. Then, she frantically slapped her own face, wailing with heartbreaking desperation.

my mum said to me with a smile, before she looked at Jessalyn, "and you, of course. I love you too." My dear French mother who never let’s anyone forget that she’s from France and that my dad is from England, is a lady who strongly resembles the likes of supermodel Naomi Campbell. My mother’s features are soft but her bone structure can’t be missed. She’s got cocoa coloured skin and her face is often seen without a smile. She’s tall too, she stands at 5’7 and her legs are pure leg heaven because when the woman puts on a short dress or short skirt, I swear the entire world stops and stares.

The screen shattered, but I simply looked at her with pitiful eyes. “Seven hundred dollars? Are you trying to tip a panhandler? “If you don’t have money, sell your body! “What’s a face like yours for if not to catch a man’s eye? “Wasn’t there some tycoon who wanted to be your sugar daddy before? Go look for him!” The entire room erupted in gasps. In my mind, I thought that no other mother in this world would probably force her daughter into prostitution right in front of a crowd. I bent down and picked up my phone. It was totally shattered.

The Asian looked at his Mum with dark, calculating eyes. "Oh, no, Jim, I couldn't." Mum protested. "No, Mum, go ahead. Its fun." The Asian stalked over to them. She was quite short, shorter than Mum. She was very thin, with small round tits. She looked up into his mother's face with her flawless cold visage. Her delicate white hands cupped Mum's tits through her sundress, making her stiffen and moan.