Mama Botak Novels & Stories

PART SIX: TROUBLE Recap: Hello, I am boma hart and there are a few things you know or probably just forgot; so mom decided to give me a surprise visit and it's not been even a day, she has started playing Cupid with a stranger inside the shopping mall.

the bot replies, well don't need to edit his software after all. "I'll talk to my mother, we'll get her in by next week" I say happily skipping to work, he got me my breakfast ready while I messaged my mom, she was suspicious when I first asked her to send me a female robot. "I learned form you after all mother" was my last message, that must have worked, her robot lovers aren't really a public matter but I knew it, genius like I said. She agreed then to send me a bot, I asked for a brunnet model, nice body, taller than me since I didn't mind the height difference. The dominant mommy program Damien suggested, I'll have to add that one on my own, but I'm sure I'll find it in the kinky section

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

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.

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

Mama relentlessly continued her consumption of the delicacy while attempting to articulate a response, rendering her vocal output completely unintelligible through the obstruction. "Hah? What exact vocabulary are you attempting to deploy, Ma?" I questioned, seating my frame directly adjacent to her position. Mama executed a deliberate swallow to completely clear her oral pathway before finally resuming her speech. "Weren't you locked in a state of profound, debilitating intellectual stress? It departs completely from your recent routine to suddenly volunteer an evacuation from the house."

Bianca questioned, her arms folded as she stared at her mother. “Yes mom, what does she look like?” Noah added, rage eating him up from the inside. He was greatly disturbed just by the news of his baby mama being in the same city as him. He was not going to leave any stone unturned now. “She's a lot more different than she used to be. She's bulkier, probably because of childbirth. But damn, she still looks like the thief that she is!” Mrs Janice scoffed, staring into Noah's calculating eyes.