Dead Blondes And Bad Mothers Novels & Stories

Lipstick smudges on both rims—deep red, like blood. And there, sprawled across my couch—my goddamn couch—was my mother. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, extensions slipping out in frizzy strands, mascara already halfway down her cheeks in black rivulets. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, black lace bra on full display, skirt rucked up to her hips while some guy I didn’t recognize had his hand shoved between her thighs and his tongue down her throat. They were moaning like they were auditioning for a bad porno—loud, sloppy, drunk—her nails digging into his back, his hips grinding against her like he owned the place.

"That doesn't make you all that special though. Personally I think you are a horrible, bitter bitch and lousy company for any non-masochist. I'm going to help you in the same way I'm going to help everyone else here. This is despite me feeling confident that not a single A****n on this planet has a living father. They've never had brothers because their mothers murdered them. Your crappy attitude doesn't influence me one way, or the other. You are a horrible fucking person born to a horrible fucking race – my race, the A****n Host." "You kill your fathers and sons," Delilah mumbled as she looked from face to face, finding not a single bit of denial, or shame. "I thought that was so much Gree

Mother snaps, "Daughters aren't like this devil incarnate, she knows how demonic she is and she's multiplying? The world doesn't need another her." Her words sting, but I do what I've been doing for years, I let them slide, I let them tear me open on the inside without a word or a tear to validate her efforts to hurt me. "You birthed her, ma'am." Renata coubters, "And in case you're blind? You birthed two of her. They're both your daughters, you can't love one half and hate the other. You're a disgrace to mothers." "You don't get it," Mother bitterly chuckles. "You don’t know her, you don't know the kind of evil that she is cut from."

It was soaked and smelled of woman musk. No talk til we closed the doors of Mom's truck. I looked straight ahead as I asked, "How?" Mom started the truck and put it in gear as she answered, "Reddit, incest group. We chatted, no names, of course. It was a mutual fantasy. She has sex with her daughter, and no, there are no pictures." Mom turned and gave me a whimsical smile. I smiled back. I love bad mom.

He dropped without warning, gasping like the air had been punched out of him. His mother rushed to him. Then she screamed. Black veins crept up his neck. Fast. Too fast. Sipho stared. “No… no…” It wasn’t touching. It wasn’t feeding the old way. It was spreading through fear. Through proximity. Through air. Like a sickness. The Darkness wasn’t just hunting bodies anymore. It was infecting them. “We need more,” the child said calmly. Sipho grabbed him hard. “You’re coming with me.” The child didn’t resist.

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Caleb looks like he is ready to shift and tear this place apart. “Your mate, is this a freaking joke?” My mother’s words are scathing. “Who would want her as a mate? Do you realize she is nothing but a murderous tramp?” My face is flaming bright with embarrassment as my mother continues. Eighteen years of hate and anger are pouring out of her like a waterfall.

She tried to suppress her emotions, but she ultimately failed and said, "You won't be the judge on whether you had a hallucination or not. We'll be sending you to a psychologist." She then patted my head like how she used to in the past. She wore a strange expression when she added, "It's been three years. Truth be told, we've discussed among ourselves about how we wouldn't punish you anymore as long as you promise to never show your face in front of William again—" My other mothers, Tessa Charleston and Barbara, suddenly appeared before she could finish her sentence. "Gloria, Joanne, have you seen William?" Gloria and Joanne were stunned.

“Tonight I want to be your complete whore. Use every single hole. Stretch me. Break me. Fill your slutty mommy until I can’t walk.” They descended on her like wolves. Within seconds she was on her knees surrounded by eight hard cocks. Mom went wild — sucking, licking, gagging, jerking them off with both hands while rotating between them. The wet, sloppy sounds of her throat getting fucked filled the room as two guys took turns shoving their thick shafts down her gullet. Spit poured down her chin and coated her bouncing tits. “Fuck yes… feed Mommy all these big cocks,” she gasped when they let her breathe. “I’m such a dirty gangbang slut… my son would be disgusted if he knew his mother was an

"My daughter has vanished into thin air these past few days. That kid is a lost cause. You and I both have great genes, and I'm still in excellent health. When the time comes, we can have a new baby to take care of us in our old age." I let out a cold laugh. "You're absolutely right. You definitely can't count on your daughter." By the afternoon of the fifth day, I stopped replying to her entirely and skipped her evening live stream. That night, she was visibly rattled, spamming my inbox with several texts asking, "Are you busy?" On the sixth day, her condition deteriorated even further. She spent her entire live stream staring anxiously at her phone. When someone in the chat brought it up,