Psycho Mom Novels & Stories

On the day of the topping-out ceremony for the resettlement housing, my mother, Diana Knowles, insists on reporting me to the authorities for shoddy workmanship. It's all because my cousin, Marco Sanford, went to play at the construction site, stepped into the freshly set cement, and scraped his knee. "You think you're so great just because you built a couple of buildings?" Mom screams at me. "I can't just stand by and watch you put the whole town in danger just to make millions of dollars by pocketing the difference!" Marco clutches his bandage and explains quietly, "It's all my fault for climbing over the fence to play there, Aunt Diana. The construction workers even tried to stop me.

I greeted my mother. "Good afternoon, and how are you? I saw another video of you on I*******m today, and I'm impressed that you've already become a celebrity." My mother teases, before laughing. I realize she's referring to the video of me and Josh. "Hahaha! Mom, you know I don't mean for any of those things to happen, but I've noticed that a lot of people out there are sick and psycho. They tend to seek out trouble because it is the only thing that can provide them with peace of mind, and they are unaware that they are initially forgetting the fundamentals of life." I said.

Jay was right however I couldn’t respond to him because my attention shifted to my mom who released an ear-piercing scream before she could hear that I was around. “She has been acting unlike herself, my king. We are worried she would hurt herself again. I–” “What do you mean she will hurt herself again?” I queried and the female gamma bowed to me before responding. She made me understand that my mom had been dealing with severe health and mental conditions like self-harm, hallucinations, and memory loss. “Why didn't anyone tell me anything!” I yelled, causing the female gamma to flinch from me. She and the others crumbled to the floor, bowing with their heads hitting the earth.

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba

she says with a weak smile and I turn to look at her and cock my head to the side. "I'm worried that's all. That girl you call Sabrina sounds like a psychopath. I wouldn't want anything happening to my one and only child. She should be expelled from the university for all I care," mom rolls her eyes and I laugh a little. I sound weak. "That's my girl, keep smiling, and don't go anywhere near that crazy bitch." "Mom!" I exclaim in shock, my mom never uses such words, she never even curses. "What? You heard me, a bitch, that's what she is" mom says.

Wendy had finally exposed her trail. I wanted to tell Mom that this was her supposed gentle daughter she so adored. Mom stepped forward deliberately, making her presence known. She looked at Wendy, who now seemed tense, and smiled. “What are you watching so intently, sweetheart? A drama? I was just tired from work earlier. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Mom was the city’s most renowned criminal psychologist. She had long sensed something was wrong. However, Wendy relaxed instantly, believing she had not been heard. Rather, she was certain she still held the image of the innocent, kind-hearted, good daughter in Mom’s eyes.

The knock on my door startles me, and I jump. "Who is it?" I ask. "Its mom dear, May I come in?" "Yes," I tell her, and she comes in, shutting the door behind her. "How are you doing, dear?" "I am not sure how to answer that, mom. I have a psycho in my head talking to me. My sister and best friend are with the said psycho. I have no idea what to do, and oh yeah, I can't think of what to do because he can read my thoughts." I tell her, giving her the most sarcastic smile I can manage. She sits down on the bed beside me and places her hand on my knee.

she screamed like a madman. People were already looking at them so Evo quickly covered her mouth. "B-Babe . . . Don't badmouth the old woman anymore . . . It's embarrassing. You're known to be highly educated and sophisticated, don't ruin your image just because of that grandma. Just let her go." She is not a hot-tempered person, but maybe because of her pregnancy, she becomes hot-headed. "Let's go! Wishing that skinny old woman could have stepped on shit," he said, still aggravated while pulling on Evo's arm.

Xavier asks, looking at his Mommy who seems restless since then. "I'm okay, why do you ask?" Lucrecia asks her son back who is standing in her right side. "You look uneasy after meeting that stranger," Xavier conveys his anxiety. Lucrecia grabs her son with her right hand, then holding him. "Actually, he is ... Em..." Lucrecia's hesitant to disclose what in her mind is. "Actually, he is ... Em..." "Mommy, was that man wicked?" Xavier's cutting her words while looking at her.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.