Your Momma So Short Novels & Stories

"You know, if you had only dressed like this—if you had put half this much effort into being a wife instead of a shivering martyr—I wouldn't have had to seek entertainment elsewhere. I wouldn't have had to cheat if you weren't so... boring." From the stairs, Meredith let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Exactly. You see, Thaddeus? She was holding out on us. All that 'innocence' was just a marketing tactic. She was saving the good parts for the highest bidder. Tell me, Veronica, does he pay you by the hour, or did you have to sign a long-term lease on your dignity?" "My dignity isn't the one currently being auctioned off to pay for a gambling debt, Meredith," I countered, my voice a calm, lethal v

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

Surviving on takeaway was a bit crap. “You’re home!” Mom said spotting me as she came over, and pulling me into a hug. She was a short woman with brown hair now streaked with grey. Her tired blue eyes looked me over. “Have you been eating well?” “Bella, leave the boy. I’m sure he’s eaten fine.” Robert my dad said grumpily, not bothering to look up. “Dane!” Amanda, my 22-year-old hot-tempered sister, said running over. I gave her a small smirk, kissing her forehead.

*** **** **** ***** **** ***** **** *** ††† "You know next time you show your mother what you're wearing before going down the staircase let alone outta the door." " What?!" she stopped flung her head and hair around to get a better view of this gawky guy. "in case you don't get the memo, what we're trying to say is what you're wearing is too damn short. Mehn you look like a baby pornstar!" the short one interjected. " Oh, bunch of gluttons." The two guys laughed. " Pray they don't waylaid you hugged up in that outfit." " shit! you're so despicable." she gaunted out strutting out of their hearing distance.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

Here’s the part where I tell you about my smoking hot mom and Aunt Valerie. Mom is a little on the short side being 5 foot 1, but her killer features make up for it, especially her tits. She has 38C tits that get a lot of glances from men at the mall and a nice round ass. I discovered her tit size just two months ago when Mom left her bra on the bathroom floor. Her bra left that bathroom with two giant cum stains in each cup. Later that day I saw Mom in nothing but some booty shorts and a shirt that reached mid thigh. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were hard and her tits were bouncing more than usual with every step she took. I cummed at least twice that night in b

Harper I can’t take my eyes off my momma. It is like seeing a new woman just off the catwalk or from a magazine cover for one of those mags that is like, oh, I don’t know – Homes & Gardens or something. She doesn’t seem to fit in a rehab center. “It’s really me, sweetheart. Come here, let me cuddle you,” Momma says. Damn even her voice sounds different. It’s not hoarse or brittle or angry anymore. It sounds soft and gentle, full of love.

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

We've got all weekend. Mom greets us at the door wearing tight shorts and a thin tank top, which barely contains her bouncing tits. Susan glances at me as mom embraces her, pressing her body against Susan's and kissing her on the cheek. Mom holds the embrace, pressing her tits against Susan's and running her hands up and down her back.

she cupped my cheek and I nodded "It really hurts that I wasn't there for you. When you started growing boobs.When you had your first period.When you...are you still a virgin¿?" "Jeez, yes, mom, I'm a virgin..you haven't missed it all yet" I giggle "I wish your dad was here to see just how much our little shorty has grown" she whispered "I miss him so much" "I'm not that short anymore, mom" I whined "I noticed" she giggled "But you'll never stop being my little Shorty"