Psycho Mom Novels & Stories

I stood still for a few seconds trying to figure out what the problem might be. “Dad, what is going on?”. I asked him since my mom wasn't ready to say anything. “Do you really want to know what is going on?”. Dad said, turning to face me. “What is going on is that you are a psychopath who goes around killing people”. Dad tells me. “Honey!!!”. Mom yelled at him in her sobbing State. “Please I didn't give birth to a psychopath”. She cried out. “Then what do i call him if not a psychopath”. Dad challenges mom.

Mom cried out louder at this and began moaning, "That's it, baby! Fuck Mommy harder! Oh, your cock is so big and hard, baby! Fuck me! Break Mommy's pussy!" We were both done talking at this point. Our moans of pleasure, grunts of exertion, and the wet slapping sound of our fucking, were the only sounds coming from us. Mom's pussy was already spasming and free-flowing on my cock as I fucked her. My cock felt like it was on fire and ready to burst. I knew my orgasm was fast approaching, I moaned out, "Mom, I'm close. Are you ready for another load of cum in your cunt?" Mom nodded vigorously as she cried out, "God, yes! Cum in Mommy's cunt, baby! I want to feel you cumming in my pussy when I or

He blared. "What?! Never! I'm not going anywhere with you! How dare you say this?!" I shouted at him. "Are you fucking crazy?! I'm not giving my daughter to a psychopath like you. Wait, I'm calling the cops." Mom slammed her palms loudly on the table and abruptly stood up.

Mom cried out, "Oh fuck me! Fuck me like I need it!" My hand started moving faster while I watched Karen fucking her. Even through the lust that was clouding my brain, part of wondered why Mom as with Karen if she still wanted cock? Then again why did it matter? All that mattered was I was watching my mother get the shit fucked out of her by a hot blonde. Mom was lying flat on her back and again holding her tits and playing with her nipples. Karen spread Mom's legs out as wide as she could and started slamming her even harder. "Hell yeah!" Mom screamed as Karen fucked her so hard I could hear their skin slapping together.

No sane mother would want their children to experience this. “I am already aware of how you were fooling me over these years, Mom. I-I don’t know anymore. What did I ever do to you to have me suffer like this? Mommy, I don’t understand…” “Hey, airhead. Can’t you realize that your mother’s crazy? You did nothing to deserve a mother like her, but you’re too dumb to trust her enough. She doesn’t need to explain anything to you, Gray Moore. Her state alone explains that what she truly needs is a fucking psychiatrist!”

she begged, “she deserves her mate, wherever and whenever they find each other.” The room grew hushed, I could feel their tensions from where I stood and Echo was pacing at their words, ready to rip into anyone that threatened our ability to find our mate. I pushed her to the back of my mind and opened the door, calling out as if I had just sprung down the stairs and burst into his office without a second thought. “Hey Theo!” I faked surprise when I seen both mom and dad starring back at me, “Mom… are you ok?” “Yes sweetie, and we were just leaving” she barely made it out of the room before breaking into a sob as she scurried upstairs.

"He broke my Chinese coffee maker." "We'll buy another one." "It was one of the expensive appliances, Cam." She exclaimed. "Let me punish him properly." "Mom..." I said, and she sighed soundly, closed her eyes, and stepped back. I sighed in relief when she sat back on her customized sofa, trying to control her fury. Unfortunately, my mother was mentally ill. She had anxiety, bipolar, and an eating disorder. She was feeling insecure, angry, and hurt every time she looked at herself. Maybe this quality I got from my mother.

It just sounded, I don't know, different? I took more steps, I looked behind me to make sure no one was following me Moma has always warned me never to go there, she says that's where the monsters stays and she has no idea I have met the monsters so many times although I've never told her before Dad made me promise not to tell her He said "never tell a psychopath there are more psychopath, it makes them angry" As I got down into the basement steps, the whimpers and crying got even more louder

I most certainly didn't imagine my mom saying all that she said. From the time we came here, I've been doing a recording. I don't know exactly why I'm doing that, but I know I pressed the button immediately. The more mom talks, the more my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. I can't imagine that this kind of woman birthed me. She's evil in every way imaginable. How can someone kill people without any reason other than the fact that you hallucinated something and you really want something to happen to you instead of someone else? She doesn't even show that she's sad about it and kept on boosting. I don't know if dad knows about her being psychotic because I sure didn't. I don't want to u

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.