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MMOM Day 16-P is for Psycho (1960)

Title: A Boy's Best Friend...
Fandom: Psycho (1960)
Pairing: Norman Bates/?
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 400
Notes: Take the last train to weirdsville, and I'll meet you at the station. Brain bleach is available at the concession stand.
Sing it with me people-Thanks to Beta Goddess Carol

Now he was never all Norman, but he was often only mother.

Norman was afraid to touch himself. Mother would find out. She’d caught him before. Called him a dirty, filthy, disgusting boy. Yelled at him until his ears hurt. He’d tried to run away, but there was no escaping her voice.

He’d put mother to bed hours ago. Maybe this time, if he was very, very quiet, if he didn’t really touch it, just rubbed against the bed and thought of the nice woman staying in the hotel. What was her name, Marion? She’d been so kind, talked to him, really listened to what he’d had to say. He’d wanted to touch her, kiss her cheek, feel her soft skin against his lips.

She said she was going to sleep early and leaving in the morning…something about needing to get out of a trap. He didn’t want her to leave without saying goodbye. Norman needed to see her again, wanted to tell her he…. oh god, it was starting to get big…oh god.


“Yes, mother?” He cringed, trying to hide what he’d been doing, but she knew. She always knew, as though she lived in his head.

“What’s going on here?”

“Nothing, mother.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy. I know what goes on in that filthy mind of yours. And you’re not even enough of a man to do it right. Lie on your back and take off those pants. Drawers too.”

Norman obeyed and soon he felt Mother’s hand, warm, and soft on his thing, holding and squeezing, making it grow in her hand, whispering in his head. He already knew he was a bad boy, but she was making him feel so good. He loved her so much. NO! This was wrong…

“Mother, please stop!”

“Go away, Norman. Mother’s busy.”

Then the little brat was gone and she was alone. It had been a long time since she’d been with a lover, but a woman alone knows how to take care of herself. She remembered Steve. That was a man. So much of a man, she’d had to kill him eventually, but before that…the times they used to have. She could feel him now as she moved her fingers, feeling both his hardness and her own body at the same time.

It made her feel alive.

Now to take care of that slut in the hotel.

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