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I crave for fresh red. Blood? No. Fresh red I said. This is the only reason I killed my mother. And at that time I figured out that blood is more satisfying than red paint from my mother's lab. I was only 5 when I started to like watching psychopath movies. Their way in every move while hurting and killing people activated my desire to try it too. It was a cold night of December in it's thirty first, when mom came home a little drunk just like she is used to. It was unusual for today that she came hugging me from my back.

I asked out loud, my hand stopping inches from my pussy. "Oh, mom!" he whimpered, "Please don't tease me!" My mouth dropped open and I shook my head as she smiled wickedly, "Oh, don't worry baby, your mothers no tease!" She opened wide and in one motion took his cock into his mouth and began sucking it like it was sporting event. "Oh Mom!" The kid cried out, "Oh yes, please keep sucking my cock oh! I...." I clicked pause on the video and brought my hand to my mouth. My god that was disgusting! What the hell site was this? Looking up at the top of the screen I saw the name; "Loving Mothers"

During the Luna choosing ceremony, Veyra's boyfriend ditches her, breaks their promise and chooses her best friend as his Luna and mate. In an attempt to get back at him, she hatches a plan; seduce his father. What starts as a dirty game of lust turns into love. Is there a chance for this forbidden relationship to bloom to something beautiful?

“And Ciara? You think she’ll just let this happen? Listen, guys, I’m not having my child living based on a ‘what if’.” Melody holds a hand up, “You don’t really think Ciara would do anything to . . .” she trails off, not able to finish the words. I think of Ciara’s words from earlier, the cold look creeping into her eyes when she said; “Anyone can get violent for the one they love, Tiara. It’s instinct.” And I nod, “Yes,” I say, “Yes, I think so.” My mother’s silence tells me she thinks so too.

Water Can Be Thicker Than Blood Sometimes Kraven's POV “Are you deliberately making me angry, Kraven? I let you mess around that girl but now you are clearly losing it! What type of poison did that human use on you to be like this?!”My mother's loud voice filled every corner of my office and made the walls tremble. “You heard what I said, mother. It's a simple fleeting romance between her and I. What's the big deal about it?”I retorted, trying to act nonchalant and never taking my eyes off the book I was reading.

Everything about her screamed of a strength I had not seen before. Crouching down to my height, Mother gripped my chin tightly in her hand. "You shouldn't have willingly come." A small laugh left my lips, shocking her. "Did you think I came alone?" A small frown formed on her face before her head was snapping in the direction of loud growls. Turning her gaze back to me, a dark look crossed her face. Grasping the knife still tightly clasped in my hand, she lifted it—the tip of the blade slicing through my left cheek. Hissing at the burning, a deep and angry growl fell from my lips. Shoving her hard in the chest, a surprised yelp escaped her as she tumbled back.

Caspian screamed at his driver again, frustration and anger clouding his sight, because the car was already at high speed the car was already giving the danger warning due to the rate at which they were speeding. His mum had called him about ten minutes ago and he had immediately fled from the farm, “Fuck me” he cursed himself loudly, he thought staying away from her would help her get better or help her stay calm. But his mother called him to tell him of her state, she was in third-grade heat, the most dangerous and the head chief park doctor couldn’t get her to calm down. What had he done, he activated her heat on their way home but also he made sure to satisfy her sexually so what was the

“My mother just liked the name.” My mother was actually Hispanic but I didn’t feel like I had to indulge in my life history. I am drunk but not loose mouthed. “Oh,” she rolls her tongue in her mouth. I curse lowly, averting my gaze immediately my thoughts start going haywire. I should get off my ass and get out of here.

"It's done. Continue, my beloved. Go for it with all your might. Please, do it for me. As you would with Britny, fuck me. Give me an example of how you would hit her. That angered me. For an instant, I was enthralled by my mother's expression and words, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. My lust intensified, and I felt an overwhelming urge to pound my mother's cunt. I blurted out, "Your big tits," as I wept over my mother's swaying breasts. "Big tits and a wobbly bottom," my mom said, plunging up to meet me on the downstroke. "Fuck me and make my boobs roll." Then I'll settle for a German shepherd. Get behind me, please. Please slap my arse as you hold my hips.

"Get off my father, you deranged, psychopathic bitch!" Grace's thunderous roar echoed through the air as she lunged in front of me. However, I deftly seized her and pulled her back. "What on earth are you doing, you reckless fool?" she scowled at me while I firmly restrained her, paying no heed to her furious screams. Jerod, blood dripping from his wounds, struggled against my mother's fierce attack. But she held him down, preventing him from causing any further harm. Her eyes bore into his, filled with anger and disappointment.