Your Momma So Short Novels & Stories

I shook my head and glanced at my Rolex watch. "It's time to go," I told my mom and looked down at her. I'm feet higher than her where she stood like a shortcake not more than 5.6' but wearing a 3' heels made me look like the tallest person ever but I'm just 5.7'. "Bye Miss. Shortcake." I kissed her forehead, my dad used to call her 'shortcake' while he was alive. "Mom I'm not going to di.." She slapped her hand over my mouth and shook her head. "Don't." her voice was broken. I hugged her tightly and tried to blink back my tears.

It's all about getting Mom to expose her pussy to her. "Hold on," Mom says, standing up and untying her robe. "I'll let you see what I'm talking about, just be a little patient." When Mom opens her robe she's facing the window and I get a clear view of her neatly trimmed triangle of hair. I watch Lilly reach her hand out and run her fingers across Mom's patch of short, trimmed pussy hair. Mom takes a deep breath, but doesn't say anything.

Her voice was sharp and urgent. As I listened, old memories came rushing back. Back in high school, money was so tight we lived off discount food. To help out, I ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every single day. Then Mom went and signed Zoey up for a three-thousand-dollar dance program. Said Zoey was talented and couldn't be held back. When I got into a top university, Mom barely looked at my acceptance letter. "What a lucky break. But with your personality, you still won't go far."

Wonderful. So, I crawled back to that nightmare of a house after making myself scarce for a year. My mother was scrolling on her phone. She saw me through the corner of her eye before turning her attention back to her phone. She assumed I was here to beg for money, so she swiftly blurted, "Be grateful. I had only 60 dollars a month when I was young. 100 is more than enough for you. I even doubled it." My lips thinned into a line as I mustered my courage to speak up. "It's not enough, Mom. I'm sick…"

Ella said "I don't know. You should try this dress on. You would look hot in it," My mom said and she held up a short red dress, way shorter than I would be comfortable with. "Don't you think that's a little too short?" Stacie said "No, it is perfect. Try it on, Sof," My mom said. "Okay," I said and went into the dressing room to try it on. Just like I thought it was shorter than I would be comfortable wearing. It barely covered my ass and chest. There was no way I was wearing it.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

] Mom: "God, Pete, I never noticed that you are so different from your daddy. What muscles. Oh, looky there, in your shorts. That thing is gigantic. What a man! I think that little Pete wants mommy, doesn't he?" ---------------------

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

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"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.