Mind Control Mom Novels & Stories

I was planning to stop her, but before I could even say a word, her hands were already on my shaft, massaging it slowly, torturing me. I clenched my jaw even more and grip on the t-shirt I was holding to control my libido and my mind that was now starting to imagine sexual fantasies with mom. My breathing started to get hard and uneven, at the same time, my cock was starting to become stiff. Lust was already eating me up slowly, ironic as to how mom started to fasten her hands. Then, I remember the doctor's advice to me. "Control, Mr. Craige. In your mom's state, she surely couldn't control herself. But you, you can do it. Stop her and don't let your affair go further. Let us start through t

I could feel my teeth grinding together. “Well, hello.” As she returned to standing, she let her hands linger up his shoulders, then up his cheeks. He looked confused, but not concerned. Then her palms connected with his temples and everything changed. His face contorted in terror and pain. Brodie grabbed his Dictaphone and rewound it. It took a lot less time for my mother to manipulate his mind than she had taken on mine. She suddenly let go of him and brushed his shoulder slightly. “You had a spec of fluff.” She moved around him and sat next to him on the sofa a little too closely. “You were saying about why you are here?”

"Cara, can you tell Mommy what happened?" "I waited at school for a long time, but no one came to pick me up. So, I came home, but Grandma didn't let me in. Then an older man said he likes me a lot. Then, I was locked in the cage." I could feel my blood boil as I turned to Jack, who was watching from the sideline. "Even you won't trust me? How can you allow them to take Cara to perform a paternity test? How can you treat her like that?"

Madchen’s entire body began to tremble. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. Any second now, she would completely melt down, giving over to the one thing she had fought so hard to contain. Soon she would be nothing but a heap of bundled nerves on the floor. Soon, everyone would see her for what she really was, a pathetic loser, as her meth head mother called her, a waste of space and food.

It was as if I’d dug something in his mind, something he had promised himself to forget. “This isn’t about Summer,” I added. “It’s about that look in your eyes that I know too well. It’s about what you did. And to whom.” He scoffed. “Everything’s about Summer.” “Not this,” I said. “It is about control, you idiots,” Mom snarled. “Which neither of you currently have.” I glanced at her. Her hand folded over the edge of her desk. Not a single hair was out of place. It never was. She always appeared perfect.

They held her before she could make move. “Now, here is the new deal. You are going to send those forty chemical compounds and you are not going to say anything about it till I tell you too.” I said standing close to her. “You think you could manipulate me. Create a video of Madison, have our children see it and am just supposed to forget that.” “You think you and your family could kill my mother and I am just supposed to forget too. Right?”. “You are delusional. We didn't kill your mother.” I said to her.

“Let me talk to your mom.” Instantly, Brandon’s mood brightened, and I thought about how unfair that was. His mom was supposed to be the crazy, abusive one—but she was likely to say yes to this because she had already basically turned Brandon over to his dad. My mom was the one at headquarters where she could actually see how much of an enhancement the procedure created. And she would absolutely say no.

Simon heard what she said, noticed that she was in a daze again, and immediately understood what she was thinking about. The man's somewhat dry large hand reached over to hold her. His eyes were like deep pools of water gazing at her, and his tone was slightly solemn as he said, “Don’t let your thoughts run wild. You know quite well the reason why your mother became like this was that she was over-stimulated before this and became emotionally disturbed, so… you have to control your emotions.”

I called out toward the door, "Honey, you can come back now." The door opened. Charlie walked in, followed by a middle-aged man. The moment Mom saw that man's face, she panicked. "Selena, what's going on? What kind of game are you and Mom playing?" David asked, confused. Dad looked just as lost. I pointed at the man behind Charlie. "Have you ever wondered why Mom has spent her whole life trying to ruin me, why she can't stand seeing me happy, and lights up when I'm miserable? That man is the reason."

The whole "but we're family" routine didn't work on me, but Mom wasn't one to quit. Soon enough, she switched tactics. This time, she turned her focus to Rodney. One evening, I got a call from an unknown number. "Sabrina, where are you? Mom froze my card. I can't go to my prep course anymore." The moment I heard his voice, I snapped back, "I told you before that your problems have nothing to do with me."