Your Momma So Short Novels & Stories

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

5 inches still taller than me tho. "Seriously Nessa, you scream a lot dude" I heard Kova shouting back while walking down the stairs and standing in front of the dining room all dressed up. "Not her mistake, it's you that's late," Gracia Kova's mom said. I passed her a high five which she responds. Gracia Willson, my best friend's mom is funny and sweet, beautiful and awesome. Gracia is the same age as my mom, they sometimes have that WOMEN'S PARTY where they gossip about everything, she has light skin color, with black long hairs that are always in a bun, eyes color that is dark brown.

"My money can fix it so don't mind it." Romana takes care of herself. Only a few people know that she is already at forty. She is more beautiful, smooth, tight-skinned, white, and sexy compared to her age. "That's why I want to stick to you, Mommy! I can get a lot of milk to you." Milk is for money. She no longer understood the man and gulped down the contents of her glass. She focused her eyes on the stage that was there. The music is slow and melodious. A man came out from the entrance of the stage wearing only briefs and a necktie.

Chelsea teased. The thing with my mom is that she likes to think and to act like a teenage girl, the fact that she is about to hit fifty as never settled in her brain. "Well," I shrugged a bit and picked up my glass of tequila. "The only way I stopped her from following me is by making her think I was going to church." "Oh girl, you could have come with her. I like your mommy, she is so fun," Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now.

“Spending time with Mommy is not a waste, Sir. Mommy is a wonderful woman. You can talk to her about anything. She knows everything! If you two are talking, I promise not to disturb you. I can play in the yard by myself. Besides,” Summer took a deep breath.

I'm not starting a conversation with someone who doesn't want to talk to me. No way am I doing that. Girls code, I won't. I stood on my tiptoes, stretching out my hands to get the handle of the pan. Why would my mom agree to build this type of shelf when she knows she has a short daughter? Why would she do this to me? I don't blame her though. My parents and brother are all tall, I'm the only one with the short gene. My mom once made a comment about how I transferred my height to my hips and ass.

Do not mess with a latina woman. "Oh full name now,you are dead"I whisper tease "No one honey. It is...just..I mean.."dad says desperately seeking my help but I raise my hands in surrender. "Hi baby, I'm glad you are here. Come give mama a hug" she says with arms and I hug her. Today my mom looks different,for a forty five year woman she does look like a teenager. She literally slayed in the dress,you could think I am older than her. The blue dress hugs her body show off her curves and flat tummy and it was backless, don't even get me started on the heels.

Lisa said glaring at Dame. "What!! but it was fun!!! he sang. Admit it you enjoyed it he sang poking Lisa who was trying to hold her laughter which wasn't working. "Fine, It was fun." "Besides the cupcakes were for you mum". "Awwwwn, is it now?. "Yes". "Group hug? I love you guys so much" I said to the as tears welled up in my eyes. "Mum don't cry, we love you too". Damien said kissing my forehead. Did I say he was taller than me?. Yep, my son is taller than I am.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

Half of her ass cheeks hang out and she looks so hot I could just pull those shorts off and bang the shit out of her. My mother Deborah was an incredibly young looking brunette, almost blonde, and green eyes. She is thirty-eight and a woman with exceptionally long legs and very much a modern woman that still shows off her legs wearing shorter skirts than women her age would wear. I like to see my mom and high heels because her skirts or dresses get shorter, and I always try to get a peek up at her skirt or dress. I've gotten lucky several times and have seen her different colored panties.