Mother I Crave Violence Gif Novels & Stories

"Well son. If you’re a good boy. I may jack your cock and let you cum all over your belly. Then I will get your slut sister to suck you clean.. But first things first. Watch as the little fucking tramp eats my cunt and makes ME cum..." Mother's eyes were overflowing with lust and passion. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to get the oxygen she needed. Her pulse raced as we both watched Jen bend over and lick mother all over her belly and thighs. "My cunt you fucking dyke bitch. Gobble my fucking cunt NOW!!" Mom was getting right into it!!! I was astounded and... was ready to cum too. "Mother your talking like this is going to make me spurt my load. Let me drench your face mom. Let me fire

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

But I do think that there was a man she was having an affair with and I wanted to find out who and why. Because as fucking crazy as my mother could be, she won’t put her life in danger by cheating on dear old father. If my father found out, he will kill her in front of the whole world just to make an example out of her and won’t even shed a tear. Maybe that’s where I get this hunger for blood and violence, and apathy that always dogged me around, courtesy of parents who were as cold as the endless frost of Siberia. But unlike them who couldn’t care less about even their own children, I made an exception for the few people that I cared about. I could count them on my fingers and still have

Who did he think he was, touching my mother like that, holding her so intimately? My mother jerked her arms free, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. "Stop this!" she spat, her voice echoing through the air. "Go back to your mate, your daughter. Leave me be!" She screamed the words, her pain and longing palpable. But the man's face didn't reflect the anguish of rejection; instead, his eyes burned with a cold, calculated rage.

I desire clearer view so sneak further. My eyes darkens at the ongoing scinerio. They glow ox blood. My tooth grit and heavy grind themselves. My fist also morph tightly. They desire ripping apart my enemy into bloody shreds. Before me stands brother Rowan and mom. Mom is all battered, torn and blood covered. But he care less. He continually punch till she sprout numerous blood amount. Mom only smile and chuckle. She whisper few words into his ears. He growl. He angrily turn towards my mate.

she shouted trying to hit me but how can she hit me when she is too weak from the fucking? “ Manners.” I teased as the room echoes her endless moans in the background of the video. “ Your mother will not be too proud of you! You are a demon! You are an evil creature!” I gripped her neck at the mention of my mother’s. “ You…. how dare you!” I slap her so hard that she landed back at the bed. The thought of her using her dirty mouth talking about my mother made me lost my sanity. “ Don’t talk about my mother!” I snapped and grab the remote control before mercilessly implanting it inside her cunt. It wasn’t soft nor hard, it was intense and too much. I didn’t plan to have any mercy with this bi

I love the feeling of being used, of my mouth being nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp ringtone cuts through the air. Tristan groans in frustration, his hips stilling for a split second. He doesn’t pull out, though. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, checking the screen. I glance up; the name "Valeria" flashes on the display. My mother. He looks down at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He shushes me, placing a finger over his mouth, then taps the button to answer.

I used my hold on Xavier to steady myself and move in front of him, directly facing the two bastards in the cell. "I don't just want them dead." Their chuckling stopped. "I want them tortured until their bodies give up. I want them slowly torn to shreds. I. ." Images of Mom's death came to mind, maybe more violent than it actually was. But maybe not. Maybe they were worse than what my mind was willing to comprehend for the death of the woman who raised me and loved me. "I think you should feed them their own body parts. One last meal." Their eyes widened as Xavier snaked his arm around my waist. Maybe I do understand his sense of violence.

Usually, I walked away whenever she showcases women to me. But not today. I needed someone, anyone to vent my anger on. “You’re doing it for the fucks, right? You’re going to get what’s coming,” I pushed her away and stared hard at them. “All of you.” “Call Damien,” I said. The guard at the door left without hesitation. “If you don’t want them, just tell me. There is no need for violence,” Mother said. “This will be a lesson to anyone who claims to be my mate,”

AVA The sharp crack of my mother's palm against my cheek echoed through our cramped apartment like a gunshot. My face burned, but the pain in my chest hurt worse. I pressed my hand to my stinging cheek, blinking back tears that threatened to spill out. "You worthless little brat!" Her voice was shrill, fueled by the cheap wine she'd been drinking all afternoon. "Eighteen years old and what do you have to show for it? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" I stood frozen in the doorway of our kitchen, still wearing my fast-food uniform that reeked of grease and desperation. My mother's bloodshot eyes blazed with a hatred I have grown used to but never quite understood.