Mind Controlled Mom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

However, her overture was deftly evaded, my mother swiftly sidestepping the attempted hug. My father, with the swiftness of a seasoned protector, interceded, his voice projecting a mixture of protectiveness and disbelief as he interrogated, "Who are you?" Undeterred by my father's authoritative presence, the mysterious woman, her expression an unsettling blend of possessiveness and determination, retorted, "I'm sorry, Mr. Man, but I'm speaking with my babe." The palpable tension, hitherto rippling beneath the surface, erupted into full-blown bewilderment. A palpable question lingered in the air, unspoken yet unmistakable: "Is this woman in her right mind?"

Mom required our home to be completely free of dust and water stains. We had to wash our hands three times using the seven-step technique, and we had to strip and disinfect ourselves before entering the house. Even the trash can had to stay completely empty. Once she started cleaning, she wouldn't stop for hours. I grew frantic and shouted, "Mom, stop cleaning! Grayson will be back in five hours! Once he returns, you'll never be able to save me." Unfortunately, no matter how loudly I yelled, Mom stayed busy with her chores over there.

"It's going to be dark. My mother will be worried about me. She will not allow me to come back tomorrow if I show up late today." She answered. "Ok," I answered in a low voice. I didn't want her to leave. I like it when she stays with me. Even though I called to be a mind controller, but I observe She is the one who was controlling my mind and my heart. She told me to focus on her heartbeat. Her violet eyes control my spirit very well, and she didn't know that. "Do you eat anything else?" She questioned.

My mom asked at the end. “She went to freshen up. Seriously mom I can't stand that woman.” I raked my hair a little still irked about my life and what dad made me do one year ago. My mom smiled devilishly before saying. “Once the announcement is made, you can have total control of your life as well as everyone in this toxic family. You'll be the head of the Italian Mafia and run things. And...you can get rid of your perfect picture wife.” She grinned afterwards and sometimes I thought she had a split personality.

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 felt bad about being so rude, but I just couldn’t get past anything without my mom. "Mom...WHERE ARE YOU?" I growled to myself as I tried one last time to mind-link her. I pushed so hard at the wall that I thought was my mother's mind. I thought that if I just pushed hard enough, my mother would KNOW it was me and let me in! As I focused in I suddenly passed out.

There was something about my mother, and it was the fact that she never let her disability slow her down and I could say she is the only person I am scared of. The cold shower ran down my spine and to my surprise it calmed me down, my fur laid back on me as the water washed me off and I could feel my claws retreating. Since I found out about Monica and Jason I have not been able to control my other half and it caused me a lot of pain. “William!, Williams!!!” The voice of my mum ran past the locked door. “Get it done with already, we do not have all day”. “I am here” with my towel wrapped around my waist and my mum seated right in the middle of my room. It seems so uncomfortable.

Petrified, my mom stutters, "T-The lady. The lady with the long hair! She'll get her if she's alone!" "What?" My dad scoffs and shoves her, saying, "Well, you brought her here, so you deal with it. I'm out!" Coming out of my daydream, I ask Ted, "Did my mom ever mention a lady with long hair to Aunt Irene?" Eyes squinted, he answered, "Yeah. How do you know that? Irene told me she'd never tell you about how paranoid your mom became before she passed." "Between you and me, I think I see her too. My mom wasn't paranoid or crazy. The woman exists."

Her lovely cunt I'm moaning like I'm wailing like a wounded animal as I've never had this feeling before. Why is mom so tight all of a sudden? I am just spinning in a circle and making noises that could be mistaken for sobs. I can hardly move in and out as I am. "Mo... mother? How are you treating me? The grasp was strong, and I wasn't sure when to stop asking questions of someone unconscious. "Mom, please come with me; you're driving me crazy."

“He hates me a lot!” Her eyes widened, worry flaring brighter. “Really?” she asked quickly. “So he’s making your job hard for you? Did he hurt you? Did he mock you or threaten you? Tell me!” “Mom,” I said softly but firmly. “Calm down. He didn’t hurt me and I can handle him.” She pulled her hands back slightly. “How can you say that so confidently?” she stammered. “Because he’s under my control now, mom.” Her breath caught. “What?! Why can you say that?” she asked, disbelief clear in her voice. “How can you be sure, when everyone knows Alpha Jaron is not a man anyone can control?”