Romans & histoires Mind Controlled Mom

I was about to reply to him when I felt Mom trying to mindlink me. "Smith Lucas Woods!!! I need you back at the house now!" She yelled in my head, and I groaned. This is the second time Mom will get angry at me today. You're having fun, Selene? I got home and met a fuming Mom on the couch in the living room. Dad was beside her, trying to calm her down, and I took a deep breath before I moved towards them. "I heard you found your mate, Smith. Why is she not with you at the moment?" Mom said suddenly calmly, and I almost looked away in fear. A calm, angry Mom is worse than the one who yells, so that means Ezra is the one in control.

I start a slow steady rhythm of easing my hard cock in and out of Mom's sweltering pussy while Susan sucks her clit into her mouth, and together we push our mom over the top. "Ohmygod! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Nick! Oh Susan!" Mom screams as her orgasm rips through her body and I keep pounding my hard cock into her spasming pussy. Mom doesn't know that Susan and I have used the transmitter to give us complete control over our arousal levels, and must be surprised as hell, not to mention out of her mind with pleasure, when I keep pistoning into her.

I told her. "I can help give her energy, if that's something you would like for me to do." She offered. She was trying to be helpful. "That's not all." Ash added, pressing me to tell her about today. "I've been hearing people's thoughts. I heard yours yesterday when we hugged, but I thought that was an accidental mind link. Today, however, I read a human's thoughts." Mom's face got serious and she started pacing the floor. She always did that when she was thinking hard. She's a genius so if anyone can figure this out it would be her. Mom did become a doctor after all, even after having Ash and I during her first year of college.

Mom dimmed her eyes at me, “You foolish girl. Had it been I knew you would be this foolish, I would have aborted you when I was pregnant of you. You are a total wasted fetus.” “Mrs. Brant!” Doctor Bill protested and widened his gaze at mom, “Why would you say such a thing to your daughter? Do you realize the gravity of what you attempted to do to Brian? You attempted murder…” Mom stamped her feet on the floor, “I don’t give a damn about a dead, mad man. How can I kill someone who is already dead? The mad man stole my daughter from me. I have no other child except Melissa. This is not the path I chose for her. She is too young for marriage let alone getting married to a mad, dead man…”

Over the phone, I had pleaded with Martin desperately. Martin, please, I'm begging you to come back! You have to come back... Mom is really dying! She needs you to sign the authorization, or we can't get the bone marrow match! You're the only one in the entire hospital who can sign off on this! If you don't come back, Mom is really going to die!"

I said with a sigh. "Alison don’t call your brother a psychopath," I heard he saying. "Okay okay, he’s not a psychopath, he’s just a control freak," I said, snorting. "When I get back I want the house polished, Alison, I don’t care what magic you invent, but if I find a pin out of place, we’ll do the math," Mom said this time. "Okay okay, you know I’m an angel. Have fun and say hello to Adam. Bye!" I said by hanging up the phone to keep them from continuing.

Mom sat calmly on the couch, sipping coffee as if she were enjoying a slow evening. I kicked over a wooden chair the moment I stepped inside. She didn't even blink. The coffee in her cup didn't ripple. She said, "With your temper, I'm impressed you managed to tolerate Sebastian for so long." "I'm sick! I'm a patient! I could kill him and still plead insanity!" Mom frowned, set her cup down, and spoke with that soft, dangerous gentleness only she could pull off. "You understand your behavior, and you can control it.

Aaron’s POV As I tried explaining to my mom, she was feeling reluctant to listen just because she was eager to get me out of prison and deal with the person who had brought her son to the police station. My mom was a no-nonsense person who always wanted to be at the top and would not allow anyone to take advantage of her. Mum always wanted to be in charge and wouldn’t agree to allow anyone else to control or be controlling her. I knew her so well, and I tried to calm her down.

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.