Mind Control Mom Novels & Stories

A grin split her face when she heard her petite friend undressing. "Oh, she's going to do it!" Mom whispered gleefully. "I can't wait to watch you fuck her." My eyes shot open in surprise, and I had to wonder if my mom was drunk. Then she shooed me away with a wave of her hand, and I retreated to the living room. Because I was wondering about Mom's sobriety, I glanced over at her glass and saw it was more than half full. A moment later, I recalled it was still only her second mixed drink. So, she was sober but horny as she manipulated poor Monica. I felt like I should do something, but I was too turned on at the prospect to put a stop to my mother's scheme.

I didn’t believe them at first, but then I had seen Mom gouging her fingers into her own arm, had seen her hitting herself so hard she had to be sedated. “Mama, I know you did that to yourself. They don’t you hurt you here. I promise.” “You would promise, wouldn’t you? They make me hurt myself. Mind control. It’s in the medicine they give me. Mind control, to make me hurt myself. You’d say anything to get rid of me. You hate me. That’s why you’ve got me in prison. You hate me. You’ve always hated me.” Her lip curled, and her eyes took on a frantic gleam I knew all too well. I braced myself for the inevitable.

Her shrieks echoed through the room. Dad, who had been frozen in place, finally snapped out of his daze. His eyes, bloodshot and wide with horror, locked onto Mom. "Nicole, please, don't do this! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm begging you, please don't do something so reckless." But Mom had become like a wild beast, driven mad by grief. She raised the syringe, already stained red with blood, and plunged it yet again into Denise's back.

The hospital staff handed the phone over to Mom. Mom's hoarse, weathered voice came through the line, "Brat, so you're finally calling me back, huh? I could be dead for all you know. "When are you coming back? Let me tell you. If I find out you've blown through all that money, I'm going to teach you a lesson when you get home…" "Mom," I cut her off. There was a brief silence on the other end as I continued, "You must be mistaken. Do you really think you can still control me?

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

I’m not sure how Mom managed that, but she was the one leading the vampire mafia army. I’d tried to convince Zeke not to come but the moment I opened my mouth, I received one of the hardest slaps across my face. I hadn’t even said anything. It shook my brain and after the stars finally cleared, Zeke wasn’t even in front of me anymore. That was my answer and I didn’t bring it up again. Mom was untouchable. She’d settled a bit after killing that guy but it wasn’t enough for her to be approachable. However, some interesting characters had been showing up over the past few days, saying that she had called them here. So even she was gathering people.

“Oh yeah? What kind of family are we talking about here?” “The highly dysfunctional, intensely rigid kind,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs with practiced ease. “My dad, Mercer, is a total control freak. He and my mother divorced because he literally could not turn off his management brain. He treated our childhood vacations like high-stakes tactical deployments. I'm not even joking. He briefed us with printed maps and emergency exit strategies before a trip to Disney World. The final straw for my mom was when he tried to give her a structured quarterly performance review on their tenth wedding anniversary.”

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "Mom, I can't tolerate it anymore. Don't wait until tomorrow, do it now, find someone to get rid of her!" Flora patted her back, "Last time at the cemetery, that wicked woman became more cautious. We need to carefully plan this, take it slow."

CHAPTER 50. DREAMS 2 A bitter laugh slips from her lips. “How funny. We work our asses off,stand by him all through… and then our so-called brother dies, and some random girl ends up controlling everything.Every fucking thing thr harrington have.” She drops her hand from my chin. “Well… since we can’t get to her the right way,” she continues smoothly, “mum has decided to use other methods.” I blink, alert instantly. “What does mum plan to do?”